Ideas For A Romance Story Novels & Stories

“Let me get this straight. You want us to… what? Go on dates? Every day? Didn’t we like have a day off or something?” “Exactly! You need to go on dates and no day off,” Adam said, pointing at him as if he’d just discovered the theory of relativity. “The park. Holding hands. Maybe a stupid couple’s cooking class the paparazzi just happens to find out about. Shopping. Letting them get snap shots of you buying a ridiculously over-priced throw pillow together. That’s the stuff that builds the story. Makes it real for people.” Roman got out of her and frowned as he didn’t look at me. His focus was entirely on Adam and the energy in the room shifted and grew colder.

A modern-day woman who takes what she needs and gives what she wants … her words, not mine. I, on the other hand, dream about …. well, let’s just say I dream about something different, something special, the sort of storybook love where two people’s eyes meet and BAM — true love forever. Like a Romeo and Juliet kind of thing — skipping death, of course. Okay … let’s rather say I dreamed about it … in the past …

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

The idea that he might even consider forcing some man to pretend to have feelings for her was not cool. But, no, that wasn’t what he’d been trying to do, so I calmed my heels and shook my head. When I focused on Isobel, she was gazing at me as if I’d gone insane. “How do we create an opportunity?” I shrugged. Romance was not my forte. “I don’t know. How do couples usually hook up?” It’d been too long for me to remember the dating world. Her eyebrows arched in a silent, You’re asking ME this question? Really?

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.

He wasn't interested in other people's lives; as long as he and Paige could live happily, that was enough for him. "Ah..." Paige sighed softly, "I was hoping Tina and Niel would divorce. Then Tina could start a new life and build her career. She’ll then meet a handsome and wealthy man, marry him, and live happily ever after. Meanwhile, Niel would realize he had always loved Tina after the divorce and try to win her back, only to be harshly rejected by her." Chris felt strangely familiar with the plot. Wasn't it similar to the recently popular "romantic redemption" genre?

Right now, I'm working on a romantasy about a Dragonborne woman who is rejected by her fated mate and hunted to death. I also have an idea for The Ice Queen and Her Loyal Bodyguard, a forbidden romance between two people who should never fall in love. Then there's an enemies-to-lovers story about an obsessive older brother and sister who secretly team up to break up their younger siblings' relationship... only to end up falling for each other instead. And finally, a suspense romance where a college student begins to suspect that the professor she's secretly in love with may have murdered his own wife. So yes...

I said softly, “how you can write multiple romances based on a single topic.” “Hm,” Rome murmured. “For example,” I continued, my thoughts flowing more freely now, “two people might meet at the same place. A cafe. A workplace. A school. But the way they fall in love will never be identical.” Rome leaned slightly closer to the railing beside me. “Why is that?” he asked. “Because people are different,” I said. “Their wounds are different. Their fears are different. Their hopes are different.” He nodded slowly.

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”