Native American Romance Fiction Novels & Stories

Natasha I ran my fingers along the spines on my favorite shelf on the bookshelf in the corner of my room. This shelf was where all of my romance novels sat waiting to take me to another world where I could explore all of my fantasies that I was too embarrassed to verbalize. I picked up a newer book, that I had bought, up on a whim. It’s synopsis boasted of a reverse harem shifter theme that had intrigued me from the jump. I put it in my bag to read by the fountain in the middle of town later that day.

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Natalie said and swallowed as she stopped herself to cry in front of her friend. “Are you really dedicated to your decision now?” Lynn asked. Natalie nods at her and smiles bitterly. “Letting him go doesn’t mean that I will fall into silence after what they did to me,” Natalie said as she remembered how Dixie, Cora, and Norwan treated her. Dixie constantly criticizes her and even insults her in front of so many visitors on their wedding day, but Natalie ignores that as she wants to do at that time is to love Norwan. Even though his mom and his sister dislike Natalie, now Natalie is done and can’t take anymore. She has already awakened herself from Norwan, never giving her the love she wanted

Still, his furrowed eyebrows and a deep, thinking look give my already stuttering heart a kick. “As you can see, I’m not from a werewolf line. However, when I met my Jason, I fell in love with not only him but also his family’s culture and style. The first time I wore traditional Native American clothes and put a thread in my hair, I felt like myself like never before. It was so unexpected for me,” she recites the memory. She does look a bit out of place as she has blond hair and a pale complexion, but at the same time, she wears them so naturally.

I smiled and nodded, “I would appreciate that.” Mom is Native American. Dad found her on a reservation and they had to have a Native wedding. Dad even had to change her before they were allowed to leave so that the tribe could bless both of their wolves. Mom is a real Luna. She is just like Jessie and my mate. Selfless, kind, and generous. A mother to the pack. I watched as mom put her hand on my mate’s forehead and started praying with her eyes closed and her lips moving. I smiled as she started praying aloud and a chant started leaving her lips. I loved the rhythm of it.

His mom drove us places. Thinking back, I know I wish it was like in the books I read where the man was a man and not a boy. Where he was maybe a little bit domineering, protective, and caring, romantic. A man who took their time to pleasure me. I mean I never even had a man go down on me or use his fingers. It was always strictly dick and their pleasure first and it was either missionary or me riding and I swore all they did was lay there and I did all the work. I haven’t even had sex doggy style. I think I only ever had two orgasms in my life. So far. Because I hope that will change. My personal history is probably why I love smutty books or romance books and movies. I can easily live vica

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He gives me the devilish smirk that ignites sparks and playfully mocks, “That absolutely goes without saying. And you know it.” “Well, then. Lucky for us, we’ve just arrived at the hotel.” ~ Jameson ~ I’m going to tell you a secret. Perhaps you’ve already guessed it. Perhaps that’s why I’m owning up to it now, with you. Yes, I find Nikki St. Claire irresistible. Yes, I have taken advantage of the coincidences we’ve faced, twisting them to suit both our desires. The unfortunate downside to that is, as much as I actually do want to pursue a real romance with her, that’s not my mission.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

I could hear the smell of blood then, as well as the wailing and crying of the men as they fell and scrambled up to their feet again. I was on my conquest 2 years ago, when I decided to conquer the land of the Red Wolves. It was a small stripe of land located around mountains and a vast body of salt water. I laid siege on the land and attempted to convince them to surrender their powers to me but then I discovered that they were not worshipers of the Moon goddess. In fact they happened to have archaic traditions and barbaric ways. They loathed the moon goddess, and would rather follow her adversary, The Night Smith. They engaged in incest, blood sacrifice, and even slavery.