Historical Romance Novels With Love Triangles Novels & Stories

Hey lovelies! First of all... thank you for diving into Book 1 with me! I hope Ryder and Lila left you sweaty, swoony, and a little bit obsessed. :) If you’re ready for more delicious trouble, Books 2 and 3 are coming in hot! We’re switching things up with a brand new couple who are about to set the pages on fire. Expect even steamier tension, darker twists, and a romance that’s equal parts filthy and heart-wrenching. (Fair warning: these two come with some serious trigger-worthy baggage: possessiveness, violence, moral gray areas, and enough angst to keep you up at night. If you like your dark romance pitch black, you’re in the right place.)

I was stupid to be so blinded by what a shit person Bruce was. I was stupid to keep wanting to make it work with Bruce… When it was clear that my heart belonged to somebody else. Arturo crossed my mind almost every day. When I was writing my romantic novels… When I was daydreaming at work. I wondered how he was doing. Where he was… If he was married too, just like I was. Did he have another woman in his life? Right now… I couldn't even say anything to him. I wasn't good with words.

My childhood friend promised to marry me once we came of age — but at my wedding ceremony, he gave my wedding ring to my stepsister, Summer Hugh. At the time, it was Victor Lowell, the fearsome mafia heir, who saved me by publicly announcing he had loved me for years. In the five years we had been married, he would fulfill every wish I had, even those I mentioned offhand. I truly believed I was the center of his world. All that changed when I stumbled across a top-secret folder as I was cleaning his bookshelf. The very first page was a file on Summer, with three red words printed in bold, “Top protection priority.”

"There are still names the world hasn’t learned to fear." Maybe that’s the next book. Maybe they’ll come from Echo’s exile. Or the children of the Circle of Ash. Or something darker—buried beneath what even Umbra forgot. But I promise you this: The fire’s still burning. And the map still remembers. ~~~~~ When I first imagined the world of Bound by Vows and Vendetta, I wasn’t thinking of kings or crowns. I was thinking of wounds. The quiet kind that don’t bleed, but shape you just the same. I wanted to tell the story of a girl raised in glass and fire, and the boy who chose to burn rather than inherit the throne. I wanted to show a legacy forged in knives and silence—and how, somehow, love st

Luca sighed sharply, as if the air had been knocked out of him. He lifted her in his arms with a determined motion and carried her to the bed. The rain beat against the roof, and between them could be heard only the silent, broken breaths of longing. Elena unbuttoned his shirt, touching his skin with trembling eagerness. Every scar on his chest told a story. Every sigh of hers was an unspoken story. Luca looked at her long, as if wanting to imprint her completely in his memory—then lowered his mouth to her collarbone, kissing her slowly, patiently. Elena moaned softly, feeling her heart pounding in every inch of her skin.

Damian's body fell on top of me, crushing me with his weight as he emptied himself in me, exhausted, burying his head against my neck, telling me how much he loved me and how he wouldn't let anyone else have me. While catching my breath, I closed my eyes and thought to myself. Oh God, we did it again. I thought the last time would be the last; how could I have betrayed Rai so many times? Why can't I resist Damian? But this thing with Damian couldn’t be just a fleeting thing, could it? I love Damian too. Could a girl love two persons at the same time? This is all too confusing. I have never been in this situation before.

I don’t know whether it was just coincidence, but somehow, they are in the family’s Hall of Shame—the unwritten list of women in our family who had tragedy or bad luck fall upon them because they disregarded this myth. And so, ever since I was young, I have been a hopeless romantic. I read all sorts of fairy tales and love stories, hoping someday one of those love stories would come true for me. That my knight in shining armor would come to rescue me, sweep me off my feet, and rush me to the altar. I intend to marry at the age of thirty, at least one year earlier so I’m sure I’m saved.

What was your inspiration to write The Lady and the Scoundrel? I am a writer and full-time editor for many different projects, including a short story magazine. I wanted to write a contemporary romance inspired by my favorite romance novels as an exercise in discipline, to see if I could take on longer writing projects. There are several winks to what once was one of my favorite romance novels sprinkled throughout the story, so you can say it’s very loosely inspired by that one. If any of you figure out which one it is, let me know in the comments! While the historical setting, characters, and plot are completely different, it draws on the famous concept of the strong female lead that has

“He’d finally found a woman of the same social status after all the trouble, and she had a miscarriage because of me. He must have hated me to the core. It’s already merciful of him to make me leave with nothing.” Christina could not help but mock herself. Matthew felt angry on her behalf. “Tell me, who’s the secret lover?” “It’s his current fiance!” “What?” Matthew’s eyes widened all of a sudden. “Serena was his secret lover back then?”

And he becomes obsessed with her. And in between their love triangle Alex’s ex-girlfriend, Gracie returns back and claims that she is Adam’s girlfriend. Isabella fell in love with Adam but all of a sudden her past come back knocking at her door and she had to return back to the place where she never wanted to return. Will Alex and Adam run after her and save her or will they both just forget about her and move on with their lives? Prologue “Don’t move, you really don’t want your fiancé to know about your wild fantasy, do you?" His hot body pressed on her and his hands were restlessly moving on her skin.