Irish Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"You have something I need: loyalty." I watched him in silence, trying to read the depths of his dark eyes. But Dante was a locked book, and only he held the key. "I accept," I said finally. "A wise choice." Dante spoke first. "To our new partnership. Let me take you to dinner." I expected a Michelin-star restaurant, or one of the high-end clubs the family frequented. Instead, he drove me to a quiet street in Little Italy. "Nonna Isabella's"—a tiny, unassuming restaurant with a narrow storefront and only a few tables.

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

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

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

“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.

IRIS The language of the marriage contract rises in my mind with merciless clarity, not as ink on paper but as something living, something with teeth. Fidelity – not merely of action, not limited to touch or sex or the crude mechanics of betrayal – but fidelity of response. Of attention. Of want. No entanglement, no flirtation, no acknowledgment (external or internal) of desire for any man other than my husband. Not even in passing, not even in imagination.

Irish said as she suddenly remembered their encounter that evening. He kissed her again and suddenly, all that fear disappeared. Those scenes she'd read from romance books floated around her head. Her lashes fluttered and she found herself leaning into his touch again. He lowered his head, drawing it sideways, but just as their lips were about to touch, Irish snapped back to reality. "No, stop." "Are...are you sure," His eyes drooped low and his voice became husky. He ran his fingers through her arm. He tasted her lips, making their attractions like magnets.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

Her fake smile was so evident, she couldn't pretend to be okay, but over the months she had improved. 'Dad certainly won't know any peace with his new wife.' "Ana, how are preparing for your exams?" I asked Ana with my brows furrowed, ready to eat her up is she dared to say she hasn't read it a thing. Ana focused more on the web looking for new means to make money. I've often told her to concentrate on her studies first a die in the internet after she graduates. "I've read all my books, bug I'm still going to reverse." She said giving me a sternly look.

Now she's my wife and I am trying to make our marriage work so better not put your nose in it. Liliana again scoffed at his words. While Ryan was left shocked it was hard for him to believe that his ruthless mafia brother was finally in love with this girl. But the only problem this girl is too innocent for him and also from the way she's fearing him that she couldn't even utter a single word it might not be possible for Damon to win her.