Historical Romance Novels 2016 Novels & Stories

“Please. Let’s eat like civilised people.” We sat. The first course was served (clear soup, delicate, tasteless). Charlotte waited until the spoons were lifted. “I brought photos,” she said brightly, pulling a small album from her clutch. “From the charity gala last year. You looked so handsome, Adrian. We danced all night.” She slid the album across the table. Adrian didn’t touch it. I did. I opened it slowly. Page after page of Charlotte glued to his side (arm through his, head on his shoulder, red lipstick on his cheek in one shot).

Crystal asked, a hint of amusement in her tone as she noticed Arielle stepping closer to her. Arielle leaned in slightly and whispered, “Grandmother has a… unique taste in horror movies.” Crystal chuckled softly, nodding in agreement. “That she does,” she replied. As Arielle’s gaze fell on the book in Crystal’s hands, her face lit up with rare excitement. “Maa, do you like historical romance?” she asked, her voice brimming with curiosity. Crystal tilted the book to show the cover and replied, “I like anything by this author.” She paused, taken aback by Arielle’s sudden enthusiasm.

] Who wanted to read those! Just as she was about to refuse, Christina had already sent back a long list—all links. Just from the titles alone, it was obvious they were steamy billionaire romance novels. Christina, how old are you to still be obsessed with billionaire romance novels!

ISAAC Katya thinks she's so clever. She wore black down the aisle, convinced it would rattle me, invite gasps, sidelong glances, maybe even a muttered curse. It works, though not for the reason she expects. The instant I caught sight of her, lips painted blood-red, eyes blazing, that sinful dress skimming her perfectly shaped body, I know I could stare at her forever. She's absolutely breathtaking, and more than that, she's mine. In a few minutes she'll belong to me for the rest of our lives. I plan to see her in and, better yet, outof a thousand scandalous dresses.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

❤️❤️ #Sebrienne❤️ #Africanauthor #Marriageseries. You can also check these ones out (Added to this note on 21/6/2021) HIS ARRANGED WIFE Billionaire's Surrogate Chasing His(Book 1) Chasing Her(Book 2) BILLIONAIRES Love Pentagon Dangerous Matrimony: The Innocent Devil

NOTE BEFORE YOU READ….. Note before you read… The next few chapters are written in the Carolingian Renaissance and the Vikings era but don't stick to the fact. You will find a few things that have been added to fit into the story. So if you find anything strange or unusual, then remember the next few chapters are based on historical fantasy fiction books. Do add or check the other book of the author. Revenge on the Mafia lord. .. .. .. YEAR 956 AD. It was a loud night, one where the sounds of crickets chirping could not be heard and the clouds smothered the moon and stars.

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.