Historical Fantasy Romance Novels Novels & Stories

com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo) The Woman Inside The Other Woman Through the Looking Glass Ride The Stars Careful, He Bites Interstellar Lover Under the Bridge

Academic books, pet care manuals, colouring books, novels… Novels were another thing Margo and I bonded over. And even though it had been a while since I actually finished one, I always added highly recommended titles or new projects from my favourite authors to my collection. I used to be strictly a romance genre girl until Margo came into my life. She liked to tease that my bookshelf was to blame for my incurable faith in love. So she introduced me to what she called ‘real life’ genres — thrillers, sci-fi, and fantasy. Yes, fantasy.

Not just big and then empty. I dragged my shocked feet towards the rows of shelves. The first, the second, third and more. All in different categories and genres. True life histories about wolves in one, histories about mates and their bonds in another, history about were-wars in one, histories about the rulers, their accomplishments and their deaths in another. And it went on like that until I got to the last row that got me grinning like a child who was just given a candy. Romance. A huge, wide shelf of romance books, soft, dark, extra dark... I had no idea Alexander would have a collection like this, ever.

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“But immediately you feel better, I’m taking you down here. What kind of books do you like? Fiction, non-fiction or historical?” “Any really, but mostly historical.” I replied in a more cherry voice. Her excitement is starting to rub off on me. “Ooohh, which books have you read? I bet you that I know.” “Lycan history mostly.” Her smile broadened. “I have just what you would love.”

The moment I did, the darkness was filled with them. Finn’s rough thumb against my cheek. Kelly’s massive frame looming over me. “Nova...” I could hear them in the hiss of the steam, their voices merging into a dark, forbidden demand. In my mind, the fantasy bloomed, violent and intoxicating. A soft, broken moan escaped my lips. My hand slid down my wet belly, my fingers parting my aching folds and sliding straight into the slick, dripping heat of my own desire. I was soaking wet, leaking heavily.

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Because she was only trying to respect the wishes of her future Luna and Princess, and I still needed her help. This revelation provided me with the perfect opportunity to begin getting my little mate acquainted with the world she had been fated to, simply by being my mate. A world it turns out, she was already secretly attracted to. Among the archives I had brought with me from the Royal library, I had brought some diaries converted into a form of novels. They were from some of the most historic Lycan leaders. And with them, their epic love stories. Stories detailed much like an erotica fictional novel. Perfect material, to teach my princess without the pressures of reality crashing down ar

This is going to be nice, I just know it. I spend hours cooking, snacking, reading, and it feels like a dream. My fae romance novel takes me to a land that doesn’t resemble my life and I’m so happy to lose myself in it. I’m reading along happily when I come across a word that strikes me dead. Mates. Great. Just what I was trying to forget about. I put it down and pull out the other book I brought, a historical fiction novel. No mates here, no way. Dinnertime creeps around and I spend a while making a nice risotto with a side salad and garlic bread. It’s so good it borders on s*x.

The warmth of her skin against mine ignited a fervent desire, fueling my desire for her. Her breath quickened, matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat. With each thrust, she gasped as my hands traced the delicate arch of her back, the curve of her waist, and the contours of her hips. I explored the landscape of her body, committing it to memory with an insatiable hunger. My fingers danced along the curves of her body, tracing invisible patterns that ignited her senses. Her skin, warm and inviting, begged for my touch. I obliged, leaving a trail of fiery kisses along her neck, her collarbone, and down to the swell of her breasts.