Lesbian Historical Romance Novels Novels & Stories

She shook her head vehemently, I could see fear evident in her eyes but I cared less about her right now. "Good, I'll tell you. Allison has a very strong wolf which she most times underestimates. I noticed this the day she killed that alpha and Luna. I had wanted her to be my second in command but she always finds an excuse not to. Now, she found a mate and you didn't tell me? You wanted her to leave and be with that alpha. She's a rogue, you all are and this is where you belong. I need her back here. You're still alive because I await her reply." Gabriella fell on her knees as tears rolled out of her eyes.

"What's reverse harem?" "Many men sharing a single woman, instead of one man having many wives and concubines. It kind of negates the biological and physiological deficiencies of male reproduction." "Hence why lesbianism is preferable to women than heterosexuality," Brianna stated matter of factly. "If you don't love cock, Mistress," Marcia stated, just as certainly. "And these romance novels were the only source of your understanding of dominance/submission and sex slavery?" Sam asked. "I read one Gor novel, too, which really isn't a romance novel."

"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.

Then a book caught her eye. It was sitting on a low shelf, its cover worn but still readable. She pulled it down and looked at the title. It was a history of lycan queens and their stories. She opened it and started to read. The pages told the story of a lycan queen from centuries ago. A queen who had been married to a lycan king. A queen who had suffered terribly in her marriage. The story was similar to Iris's own. So similar that it made her hands shake as she read.

Licking her lips, she moves to settle herself down next to the tray of delicious food before picking up her fork and knife and moving to enjoy her breakfast in peaceful bliss. 45 minutes later and a belly full of food, it doesn’t take Isabella long before she begins to get bored of just sitting within her room. Her body itching for something to keep her mind busy, that she decides on reading one of her many books, a book known as Our Luna, Our Mate. A spicy romance novel dealing with wolves. Werewolves to be more precise before diving into their pages for company. “Mmm, that’s it baby, moan for us” whispers Eros, loving the way Athena reacted to their touch even when Ares moved to bite her b

What was your inspiration to write The Lady and the Scoundrel? I am a writer and full-time editor for many different projects, including a short story magazine. I wanted to write a contemporary romance inspired by my favorite romance novels as an exercise in discipline, to see if I could take on longer writing projects. There are several winks to what once was one of my favorite romance novels sprinkled throughout the story, so you can say it’s very loosely inspired by that one. If any of you figure out which one it is, let me know in the comments! While the historical setting, characters, and plot are completely different, it draws on the famous concept of the strong female lead that has

This is going to be nice, I just know it. I spend hours cooking, snacking, reading, and it feels like a dream. My fae romance novel takes me to a land that doesn’t resemble my life and I’m so happy to lose myself in it. I’m reading along happily when I come across a word that strikes me dead. Mates. Great. Just what I was trying to forget about. I put it down and pull out the other book I brought, a historical fiction novel. No mates here, no way. Dinnertime creeps around and I spend a while making a nice risotto with a side salad and garlic bread. It’s so good it borders on s*x.

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The Beta crowded over me immediately, anchoring his hands on either side of my head as he resumed his heavy, punishing pace. The woman beneath the Alpha turned her head, her flushed, sweat-sheened face inches from mine. Her dazed, blown-out eyes locked onto my shaking form, tracking the frantic movement of the Beta sliding in and out of me. A dark, wicked look crossed her features, and she slowly licked her wet lips, entirely turned on by the chaotic display. Seeing her expression, I reached out with a trembling hand, gripping her shoulder. She didn't pull away; instead, she leaned into my space, pulling me closer until our lips met in a deep, wet kiss.