Highland Romance Novels & Stories

She wanted to get back there; she wanted to spend time with him in a place where they both felt safe. "You okay back there?" Bianca asked, turning in her seat. "Yeah, just enjoying the ride." "I love the ride from Bowling Green to Nashville and back. I don't know why, but it's my favorite. I love coming up on Nashville and seeing the hustle and bustle, and then when you leave, you hit the top of that hill right at the Highland Rim Speedway exit and you know you're getting closer to Kentucky. It's always a nice trip for me—except for the traffic."

But right now, he couldn't contain it anymore The highlands was a place ruled by insane directors who saw life a stage drama where, their part was a constant struggle of who was the rightful protagonist. Every bit of the state didn't matter but the names of the tgree-headed state and the ancient kingdoms which, amidst the civilized progression, was still revere

Joy: yes you were invited, don't forget to go cherry: of course hunter: of course there are foods Zane: Dead hungry Cherry: such a pg seen by all Bryle joy: go to my wedding 3months from now bryle: okay congrats! joy: thank you When I finished replying to them, I fell asleep again because I was so tired. A/N: sorry for the wrong grammars

Each caress, each whispered word of devotion spoke of a connection transcending ordinary definitions. The Scottish night wrapped around us like velvet as Nathan demonstrated exactly why he was considered Europe's most devastating lover. Thunder provided percussion to our intimate dance while lightning painted silver patterns across bare skin. In this timeless sanctuary, we were more than just billionaire and bride - we were primal forces of nature, as wild and unstoppable as the storm raging beyond our ancient walls. Dawn found us tangled together in rumpled silk, watching the sun paint the highlands in shades of amber and rose. The storm had passed, leaving behind a world washed clean and n

"That's it. Enough." Wearing something different wouldn't make me a different person. I was Marco Hill. Owner of Snowfall Creek Ranch. Raised with dirt under my nails and honest work on my back. She had met me like this — grumpy, in dirty boots, with a stubborn chicken and a heart in tatters. If she was going to be interested in anything, let it be in that.

"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."

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

” He asked but she kept quiet ” What’s the genre of the novel you’re reading?? ” He asked ” Michael don’t you think you should continue reading?? ” Lisa asked and faced him Michael smiled with the way her small lips parted while talking and suddenly got mad when he remember Rowan actually kissed her ,,,,what the hell?? ” Michael?? ” Lisa called making him come back to reality ” What’s the genre ” He asked ” I just said it’s romance,,but you were lost in thought, what are you thinking?? ” she asked

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In The Anderson’s Private Ship: Claire Anderson had just worn her favorite dress, it was a purple dress that had a bow at the top of it. It was too pretty and it made her hazel eyes look more pretty. She unwrapped her popsicle as she made her way to Warren’s side of the ship. Claire was only eight years old but she was very much in love with her betrothed husband. After her parents saw that Claire cared about Warren and loved him very much, they didn't waste time engaging the both of them. Warren was a handsome young boy, they feared other women will take him away from their only child when he grows older.