Irish Romance Novels Novels & Stories

” He asked but she kept quiet ” What’s the genre of the novel you’re reading?? ” He asked ” Michael don’t you think you should continue reading?? ” Lisa asked and faced him Michael smiled with the way her small lips parted while talking and suddenly got mad when he remember Rowan actually kissed her ,,,,what the hell?? ” Michael?? ” Lisa called making him come back to reality ” What’s the genre ” He asked ” I just said it’s romance,,but you were lost in thought, what are you thinking?? ” she asked

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Fuck. Enid broke into a beam and waved at her. "Hey, Iris. Good to see you!" Iris smiled back at her, her dentition glimmering under the sun. She was dressed in a teal silken gown that stopped above her knees and flattered her breasts a little. Her skin was pale against the fabric and all I wanted to do was go up to her room, back her against the wall so I could kiss the shit out of her and worship her body. The wind blew her hair, sending long strands flying over her face and outlining her perfect jawline. Fuck. She was too beautiful. My heart melted over like a scented candle that had been dropped into a hot pan. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her. She was an embodiment of perfection, o

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.

Iris stared at the file a nd whispered, “Then we take back everything. Not just the love. The fut The Return of the Truth (Iris POV) Rain soaked the garden overnight, but Iris barely noticed. The morning after the vow-that-never-happened was grey and quiet, the kind of quiet that comes after something breaks but hasn't yet fallen. She woke to the sound of her own breath—shallow, uneven. Not quite grief. Not quite peace. Just a hovering ache. Callum hadn’t come to bed. The greenhouse still smelled like rosemary and regret. Her dress from the night before hung over the back of the chair, soaked from the rain. She touched the fabric and felt the moment he looked at her, broken but hopeful, flas

Something about the Korean war, forbidden romance and other such shenanigans. Yes, when Vladimir Dobrev killed my family, I had him looked into. Everything I could possibly find out about him. “I look forward to it.” I say to Roman before bending over Irina’s hand and kissing her knuckles respectfully. “I have something for you, milady.” She quirked her pretty eyebrow. “Oh? Presents already?” I couldn’t help but smile. She really was an intriguing woman. “Something like that.”

Something inside her fractured as she read those words. She barely recalled the hours that passed a haze of wine, the sound of a wineglass shattering against the kitchen floor, and humiliation rising in her like an unwelcome guest. To be discarded was one pain, but to be publicly replaced was another agony altogether. Her apartment suffocated her with its memories- Aidan's scent lingering in the air, his books haunting her shelves. She did what any heartbroken woman would do. She go dress to kill. A black satin gown that draped to the floor, a daring slit grazing her thigh.

up the prize. That excursion ended with dinner at an Italian restaurant and, six months later, Billie Blum married Irving Weiss, six years her senior. In the family circle, Jacob Blum knowingly opposed the union: Irving was a bully. This did not particularly bother Ida, who was more concerned that her daughter would not end up buried alive in a funeral home as had happened to her. She was more reassured when, a few months after the wedding, Irving and his brothers gave up the undertaker business and began offering automobile tours of the Catskills. Their clientele consisted mainly of Jewish gangsters and their destination was an establishment called The Dodge Inn on Lake Louise Marie. The i

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

she whispered. “Good,” he said, and then his mouth was on her. Iris’ scream took her aback: never in her life had she screamed with pleasure. Not once, not with anyone. But Viking blew all her expectations right out of the water, broke every single rule that she’d ever known. And suddenly, she knew that she was going to understand real, true physical pleasure with a man. At last.