Irish Romance Novels & Stories

She blushed and murmured, “People are looking our way, you idiots.” The Irishman lowered his head and placed a soft kiss on her exposed back, and she shuddered at the erotic caress. “F*ck ‘em,” he breathed as St just stepped to her and lowered his head to kiss her nape. Openly claiming her as theirs.

“What do you want me to say, Aela?” “That Finn is Aidan Sr.’s by-blow?” “By-blow?” Inessa repeated, her brow puckering. “His illegitimate child,” Aoife answered. “I need to get you hooked on historical romance next.” Despite myself, interest hit me. “You like romance books?” “Yes. We do,” was Inessa’s retort, but I sensed her bristling ahead of schedule. I raised my hands in surrender, because even though I wanted answers, I wasn’t a total bitch. Even if romance books hadn’t been my jam, I’d never give them crap about that. Someone’s taste was their taste, and I celebrated that.

“I should say you’re very rare too, Harman. I wouldn’t find any man who’s like you. Never in the whole world!” “I know,” he agreed, proud of himself, making her giggle. But his expression turned serious. “One more thing I wanted to convey to you through that orchid is that you’re someone exotic and delicate that I coveted to be with me forever, iubirea mea. So, back to my marriage proposal, are you going to accept it now or not?” Her eyes met his, shining with love. “I officially agree that you hold on to me forever as long as I could do the same to you, my love,” she answered in a whisper. Her fingers played the hair just above his nape while her eyes met his.

she yelled again, sounding like a nagging mother from a movie. I did what any normal person would do in that situation—I pretended the signal was bad and hung up. She sent me over ten messages on iMessage. “This is just as I expected when she knew what happened,” I said, gazing at the stunning night view of the castle from the balcony. The castle was bathed in soft moonlight, the landscape dotted with distant lights that twinkled like stars. “This is why ladies like you don’t get invited to a ball dance. It’s ‘ball dance,’ not ‘balcony dance,’” Leo’s words made me turn toward him.

He’d been the best sex she’d ever had…well…until Irish. But it must be an anomaly. Irish was different and it had been a long time since she’d had sex with anyone other than Nathan It had to be the novelty of it that made it seem better. She and Irish had had an intense connection and a sparking sexual attraction from the moment he sat down next to her, but you couldn’t build a relationship on that. It was just sex. Really, really great sex, but just sex all the same. Plus, she was in love with Nathan Wholly and solely in love with Nathan So, until Nathan told her they could never be together again, he was it for her and she would keep her heart open for when he was ready to see her as more

"She's a pretty, empty doll my father made me marry. A political move to strengthen our position. Now, I'm finally free." Ice flooded my veins. Through the crack in the door, I saw him—my husband, "dead" for three months. He was caressing a blonde's face, his eyes full of a love he never showed me. Bianca Rosso. Daughter of our main rivals. "Honey, are you sure no one will find out?" Bianca was sitting on his lap, her fingers tracing the tattoo on his chest. The iris flower. He told me it was a symbol of our eternal love. A fucking lie.

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

This is really happening. "Y...Yes I do" I replied with a hopeless crack in my voice. "And do you promise to be there for better for worse, in sickness and in health till death do you part?" "Yes I do". Nezt, he gave the marriage rites to me to read out: "I Bethel, take you Ryan to be my lawfully wedded husband; to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish. And I promise to be faithful till death do us part" I read nervously.

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"I am lonely most of the time. But now I have you. I won't be lonely anymore" She came closer to him placing both of her hands on his cheeks,stared into his eyes,he stared back. There seemed to be a change of atmosphere at that point. It became a romantic atmosphere. He gently placed his hands around her waist. She got closer,her face just an inch away from his and she gave him a kiss on his lips. It was so magical that he had to close his eyes. She continued kissing,this time she focused on the lower lip,then then upper lip and he picked up the pace from there. They kissed each other's lips so passionately until Jane let out a slight moan. He then went further to kiss her neck,while squeezi