Irish Romance Novels & Stories

I swiped to the next comment. Urlah L: Ida is a much better date. She is rich, is a graduate from good universities in UK. She is a girl boss who deserves a man like Anthony. Also, imagine the conjunction of her family bushiness and his? OMG. They are like a prince and princess. Unlike that other trash who only slept her way to that position. She has nothing to offer but her lady parts. Lol. Go, Ida. I’ve always been an admirer.

Paige questioned, "Why aren’t you saying anything? Is it because the woman who admired you is now with someone else, and you're feeling uneasy? Isn't that how it's portrayed in TV dramas? When a woman pursues you relentlessly, you find it annoying. When she finally turns to someone else, you feel uncomfortable. "In reality, you've long grown accustomed to her pursuit, unwittingly falling in love with her. It's just that you never realize your feelings until she's gone. This is a classic case of not appreciating what you have until it's lost." "This is why it’s best you avoid those cheesy romance dramas," Chris casually remarked. "They lack substance and only lead to overthinking. Whatnots wi

IRISH Jimmy was scoffing. Only if he knew what Diego was capable of. I know I’ve always wanted that K-drama moment where two men fight over me, but this one wasn’t romance, but this was war. “Your woman? Oh please,” Jimmy scoffed. “Enough of the charade. Irish loves me as much as I love her. Enough of the drama, take it elsewhere.” My mouth almost dropped to the floor. Diego stayed calm. He smiled at him, walked over, and before I could even process what was happening… Bam!

she chirped, clicking play. As the story unfolded, with its sweeping landscapes and tense romantic dialogue, she felt herself being drawn in. Then came the first intimate scene. It was artfully shot, but raw and passionate. A slow, warm flush began to spread through her body, a familiar ache of arousal coiling deep in her belly.

“Zoe, you bitch! You ruined everything! You ruined my marriage and my reputation, yet you’re here acting like you own the place?! I wouldn’t be in this state if it weren’t for you!” Her eyes were filled with hatred, as though she wanted to rip me apart. “Even Victor… Even he abandoned me because of you! Do you really think you’ve won?” She rushed at me like a lunatic before completing her sentence, her long nails aimed at my face. Before I could back away, though, someone jumped in front of me. It was that regular customer at the cafe who invited me here, and the heir to this hotel, Luke Wynne. “Please mind your behavior, ma’am.” Luke gripped Summer’s wrist, his voice calm but firm.

Disbelief crossed his features, quickly replaced by confusion and something more: guilt. He made his way across the room. "Sienna? What's going on here?" he demanded. Damien stepped protectively beside her, his expression inscrutable. Aidan ignored him entirely. "You're with Damien Cole? Seriously? This is a joke right? Is this some sort of game?" he questioned incredulously. Sienna straightened her back resolutely. "No, it's not a game. It's real," she asserted with confidence. Isabelle approached them with a sugary smile of feigned innocence.

I said. "I thought we were friends. I thought that even if the romance wasn't real, the friendship was. But you were working for him." "I’m sorry," she sobbed. "Liam, I am so, so sorry." "Was any of it real?" I asked. "Did you ever actually care, or were you just waiting for the next check?"

A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland writes sexy and funny contemporary romances. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious. Stay in touch! irismorland.com Iris Morland’s Mermaids Newsletter Facebook Twitter BookBub Goodreads Instagram

*** Romaine was still debating if what she saw earlier at Thalia’s garden were real or just a phantom caused by the black rose’s influence. A dozen of black-colored roses identical to a Black Peruvian Rose were growing in Thalia’s rosarium. Though there are black flowers that are quite popular here in Ireland such as the black dahlias and the Queen of the Night tulips, Romaine was still in doubt that the flowers she saw was in any way a Black Peruvian Rose. Considering that the latter has silver linings along the petals’ edges, much like the flower she saw earlier before she left her neighbor’s English-style house.

she yelled at Iris. Iris winced internally. She is not invading anyone's life intentionally. She is trying to leave this world, but she couldn't find a way back. The truth of Mina's words hit her hard. Even though Eros is not married yet, even though he has a harem full of women to please him even after marriage, Iris knows it's still wrong to stay with an engaged man. At least it's wrong in her world. "Fine, you stay here. I will leave" Iris muttered.