Historical Western Romance Novels & Stories

Pauline said aloud. “Maybe we should christen it like we did at your Wolf Creek back home,” Aiden said as he kissed her long and slow. “That’s our Wolf Creek,” she said when their lips parted. His lips were hot against her skin as he carefully relieved her of her riding habit. His love making was soft and slow at first, but as their need for each other grew, so did the intensity of their coupling. Soon, they were lost in the wild abandonment one might expect when coupling without restraints in the outdoors. She marveled over the way she just couldn’t seem to get enough of him. Something told her that wouldn’t change after they were married.

He never shielded me from the heartache in the pages of those books but used them as a tool to teach me about life, history, hopes, and dreams. It wasn’t until my teen years that I discovered my love of romance. What began by dipping my toes into the historical greats affectionately termed ‘bodice rippers’ took on a different tone when I was a senior in high school. I discovered the world of erotic romance. I’d always been taught that literature was a gateway for the imagination so I never dreamed that some people would frown on the romance genre as lower quality literature. After all, with a history of such utter trash like Wuthering Heights and The Old Man and the Sea being named classics,

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

His warm hands on my face and his closeness set my body ablaze with my feelings for him, coupled with the soft words he was uttering. “Sandy,” he said softly and rubbed my cheekbones with his thumb. “I… After understanding what my heart is feeling… Sandy… I…” My heart hammered faster every second. Blood rushed through my body at a speed that my head started to get light. I was anxious to hear what he had to say. A part of me dreaded separation and the other part of me remained positive. “I know I’m the worst at romance, but this is me pouring my heart out.” He gulped. “Sandy… I… I love you.”

Wondrous eyes drifted past the three outcasts, the streets beginning to become busier and busier as time started to tick on and on, and the church bell rang out loudly signaling that it was nine am. “Oh,” Cassidy’s tight face, all traces of her angelic delicate self from this morning gone and replaced with a devilish smirk, pushing a finger into Dodge’s shoulder; the Reaper hardly flinching as his eyes soaked in the Viper. “I’m not bringin’ hell, I’m fuckin’ raisin’ it,” Both men watched with tight pants as Cassidy turned back around, hips swaying as she continued walking. * Ruby, the saloon girl who informed Dodge and Cassidy about Weston’s living arrangements outside of Dodge City, kissed

Bonnie said. "No! I won't let this happen. I won't let that bitch take what's mine from me. This is the reason I got upset when I heard about the God damn marriage stuff! I must do everything to make sure they get separated" I rasped and turned to Bonnie. "You're on an assignment right? Haven't you gotten anything?" I asked and she folded her hands. "Well, I have. She did had a boyfriend, but was forced to break up with him when the marriage issue Came up. His name is Jackson" she replied and my eyes beamed.

Lance was already planning on the things he wants to do at the mall. One afternoon, Charm asked me to go around with her before going home. She looked so sad and distracted. We went to the Square and checked out the new stores and ate pizza. She told me she broke up with Franco. They had a misunderstanding and she's not really very patient. I was upset. I really liked Franco. He seemed so dependable, kind, and smart. "I think I got bored. I was looking again for excitement. Our relationship just went through that comfortable phase." Charm picked on her food. I retorted, "He's such a nice boy. He is exactly what you need. I don't know what else you are looking for." I wanted to kick her. I

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.

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.

She asked when I released my grip on her neck. "You're a despicable person, Katrina. You ruined my life by turning me into a vampire and killing Sofia. Now you're back again. Why can't you leave me alone?" I growled at her, my fist clenched. I fell in love with Sofia when I was still a human, but Katrina killed her and turned me into a vampire. Since that day, I have been trying to kill her, but she is stronger than me. After Sofia, I never felt a connection with another woman until I met you. You brought me back to life. Your presence brought me joy, and I never expected to love someone again.