Harlequin Romance Novels & Stories

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."

When Alpha Nixon Marsh of the Night Moon Pack starts to lose hope of finding his beloved mate, he fears his only option is to accept an offer given by a women he can not stand and ask the moon goddess to fate them together before the council. Harper Lewis is an adventurous soul who enjoys the company of books and the solitude the actional lone camping trip has to offer. With a less the perfect home life and constant bullying from his older brother and mom for being openly gay he feels alone and misunderstood. A rainy day. a trip over his own feet and the spilling of his favorite tea change his life forever. Thank you for reading my first werewolf romance. This was one of my favorite books I’

Like it had been written after the fact. I flipped the page. And then my heart stopped. A single sentence, buried in the middle of a paragraph: All wounds are consistent with self-inflicted injury. I gripped the paper so tightly it crumpled. No. I read it again. And again. The words didn’t change. Self-inflicted. But that wasn’t possible. Lena had crashed. She had scars—jagged, brutal scars that twisted across her skin like old, half-forgotten war wounds.

But temptations are often hard to resist. A white wolf rolled down in front of them, half of its upper body drenched in aromatic blood. When it saw its king and queen, it leaned and bowed a little. This, to Harper was unbearable. Who was she kidding? She wanted to feel it. She needed to hunt. She gulped, her eyes stuck on the sight of blood on the wolf’s mouth. “My king, my queen.” - the wolf bowed But before Damon could respond, a huge leopard wrestled with the wolf. It growled with all its might and Harper watched, her mouth watering.

He flipped us so I was on top riding him with desperate rolls of my hips grinding my clit against his pelvis while his hands guided my ass up and down on his shaft. I leaned down kissing him messily as my orgasm hit me hard, my pussy squeezing and pulsing around his cock milking him until he exploded deep inside me pumping load after load of hot cum that overflowed and ran down my thighs. Harlan looked at me quietly, his eyes full of everything we had risked and said. “The court may judge me… but only you decide my sentence.”

His hands grabbed my firm breasts, and my nipples instantly hardened under his touch. “I want you, Edgar,” I moaned. * My throat tightened as I continued reading. I felt the bulge in my pants, and I was shocked. It was the first time in a very long time a romance book had aroused me. Maybe because I could picture Harper as Elena in my head, and me being on top of her just like Edgar. Before I knew it, my hand found its way into my pants as I continued reading. *

I asked, my voice laced with curiosity. She let out a slight chuckle. “It’s not hard to spot a harlequin. Just as they have double skin colour, it's also in their eyes and a patch similar to their fur colour on their human skin. So you can always spot a harlequin anywhere.” I hummed, nodding at what she had said, lost in thought. How was I to find a harlequin, if Ruby a citizen of Dark moon pack has proven that there isn't any within the pack, how would I find it. Or was it in Blackwood pack.

Or a library on steroids. When she reached the romance section, she had to restrain a squeal of delight when she found an array of old-school romances from the seventies and eighties in their bodice-ripping glory: in rainbow hues, the covers depicted men with bulging arms, their shirts open to the wind as women swooned in their arms. Some of the women stood in the strangest poses; Lucy had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling like an idiot.

One of which Clarice picked up for her the day they went shopping. "You're so beautiful, my Queen," Ronald whispered. He moved closer to her and kissed her again. He carried her in a bridal style and placed her in the middle of his bed after which he unbuckled her shoe and threw them aside. Ronald removed his shirt as well as his pants and Raina found herself craving for him. She was wet and she could feel it. Heaven knows no man had ever made her feel this way. She was almost placing her right hand over her vagina, about to pleasure herself, when Ronald stopped her.

“I haven’t found a particular favourite yet.” Edward had a few well liked fantasy stories so they spent a pleasurable time discussing books and trading suggestions. “Who really likes Harlequin romance novels?” he asked after spotting a shelf that was completely full of white and red book spines. He had been surprised to discover his mother had a stash of Harlequin novels on her side of his parents’ bedroom. The titles of the stories had followed a similar theme like ‘The Billionaire’s Secret Wife’, ‘Forced Marriage’ or “The CEO’s Mistress’. It hadn’t taken him long to work out that they were slushy romantic novels with lurid covers.