Irish Romance Novels Novels & Stories

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

“Nothing. I’ll hide here until he leaves. Then I’ll sneak out and run home.” Iris chuckled at her best friend’s condition. Only she could fall into these situations. “What about Liam? Are you guys still together?” She hated Roselyn’s boyfriend, Liam Callaghan, the spineless creep. Even after two years of dating Roselyn, he hadn’t taken her home to meet his parents. “No, I dumped him. He married the woman his mother had chosen for him. Can you believe it, Iris? He was betraying his wife and me. He was seeing me while still married to her. How could I be so stupid?” She gave Iris a defeated look.

Yvonne pursed her lips. What is marriage? A grave for love? A cage for women? "Is Professor Sandler doing alright?" Iris asked. Yvonne nodded, "Yeah, he's doing well." "After dealing with Ted, Jason and I will visit him." "Jason? Tsk tsk, you're calling him so affectionately." "Don't be annoying," Iris glared at her. Yvonne sighed. "Oh, you." Iris was a romantic after all. She would surely believe in love again, right?

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.

The color of the flowers was spectacular. Excited, he walked forward to smell the flowers. “Indeed, this species of rose enjoys a well-deserved reputation. They look amazing at full bloom.” Suzy beamed as she studied his handsome face. All of a sudden, she felt a wave of sadness inside her. She heard from the gardener that Sean was engaged. He planted the rainbow roses as a gift for his fiancée. She was envious of that woman. Sean was not only handsome and smart, but he was also a kind and loyal man. How lucky was the woman to be married to him!

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.

“I haven’t even met him.” “Exactly!” she shouted. “That’s worse! Falling for someone you’ve never seen is peak disaster energy.” “I’m not falling for anyone.” “Good.” She pointed at me again. “Because emotional damage is expensive. And I know you. You fall for men with mystery, danger, and cheekbones sharp enough to stab you.” “I do not!” “You SO do.” Mira narrowed her eyes. “And this man sounds like he invented cheekbones.” I let out a breath and slung my bag over my shoulder. “I’ll be okay. I promise.”

I ask, trying to initiate a conversation, even though I knew he wouldn't talk much, I could try. "Luca." He replied. I took some seconds to drool over his accent. He wasn't from around here, that I know, I just couldn't place a pin on it, it was either Sweden or Iceland. My drunk self wasn't smart either. *Bummer.* "I'm Iris, but my friends call me Ri." I told him. I wait a few minutes before talking again. "Are you from around here?" I asked. "Norway" He replied shortly. I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from making any embarrassing sounds. His voice still gave her chills and his Nordic accent added to his appeal.

The whole house was boring and the atmosphere was gloomy, I decided to go into the study, when I was in there with Damon I could recall seeing romance novels on the bookshelf. I am a true lover of romantic novels, they get your spirit high with the sexiness of the male lead and gracefulness of the female but one thing that lacks in all romantic plot is that all are the same, there hasn't been anything new but who cares...... While I checked the bookshelf I notice a couple of erotic novels in there, you should know that I am very happy.

a few more hours passed slowly as the guest left and went home to his own hotel so kiro and I also left to go to our hotel ************ When we entered, Kiro immediately locked the door and he immediately approached and pulled me. he kissed me passionately and he helped me to undress my gown, his lips dropped to my breast and he gently sucked my breast like a child, when he finished there he immediately carried me to the bed and he separated my leg and he kissed me on my vagina like there's no tomorrow, when he stop kissing my vagina he inserted his tongue on my vagina and he twisted his tongue around it. "Ohhhh" I moaned