Native American Romance Novels & Stories

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.

“India, I specifically told you I would call you when we could speak. I was busy and unable to reach you yet. However, as you decided to barge into my home where you’re not welcome anymore, I suppose we can just do this now.” His gaze grows distant for a short moment, and I know he just gave the men a heads-up that this is happening now. Nodding to himself, he continues. “I’m not marrying you, India.” My jaw drops at his blunt declaration, and she begins to stomp toward us—but only makes it two steps before a growl rips from Roman as he drops the real bomb. “Leera is my mate.” The fire that courses through my body as he claims me in front of her is very inappropriate, but I kind of love it.

They had only been intimate once, on the day they recognized each other as mates. The fierce currents of the pull had been irresistible, the attraction overwhelming, a force of nature that had swept them away. It was an incredible experience, a moment of pure, unadulterated passion, just as his father had described. Their wolves had shared a deep bond, a silent understanding that transcended words. When Maceo broke it, Sander, his wolf, had been devastated, refusing to speak to him for nearly a year, his grief a constant, silent reproach. Until he met his second chance mate, Amanda.

After a few attempts, one finally landed on my finger, its tiny light casting a soft glow on my skin. Closing my eyes, I made a wish, feeling a surge of gratitude for the love and happiness I had found with Jonathan. With a gentle breath, I released the firefly, watching it flutter away into the night. As the fireflies continued to illuminate the darkness around us, Jonathan pulled me close, his arm wrapping around my waist. We sat there, bathed in the gentle glow of nature's light show, cherishing the simple yet profound beauty of the moment. In that tranquil riverside scene, surrounded by the harmony of nature and the warmth of our love, I feel that our connection was as magical as the dan

“Like these blooms, it renews itself endlessly.” Summer brought vibrant energy to the pack. Celebrations at the sacred ruins filled the nights with song and dance. The younger wolves looked to us with reverence, seeking stories of the old ways and the light we had kindled. One sultry evening back at the cabin, the air thick with the scent of pine and wild herbs, Ronan’s touch turned urgent. He pressed me against the wooden wall, lifting one of my legs around his hip as he thrust into me with passionate intensity.

She has met Evans Montenero a lot of times in the past and they even made out once that was when Arion rejected her love then, back in Britaris, when she was still a bad ass. ***** August 19th 2007 "Rejected again" a sly voice sounded as Cora glared at Evans who was wearing a smirk on his face. "Oh shut up" Cora grunted as she gulped down the drink in her cup. "More?" Evans asked raising a glass at her as they were currently in a bar,she had come here angrily after confessing her love to Arion but has been rejected yet again. It was no news that Cora Arthur was obsessed with Arion hunters one of the elites in Britaris and has been rejected over and over again.

Roger asks. “She is the last Santee wolf,” Afton confesses to Roger. Roger’s world collapses. He knows the danger Santee Wolves bring. They are cursed by the goddess. “If you reject me, I get a second chance,” Roger tells her with a tear. “I, Anita Jenkins, reject you, Roger Babbitt, as my mate,” Anita says, covering her naked body. Roger grabs his chest. “I accept your rejection.” Anita dresses as Roger calls her a taxi to her hotel. When she is gone, Roger cries. His mate is gone, and he is rejected. He registers her as a human mate just in case she ever wants to come back.

The pack house was rammed when I crept out of the library. I’d intended to get my bandages changed before dinner, but I’d become sucked into my research. I discovered that many Native Americans offered their animal fetishes cornmeal, so I resolved to find some for my little wolf.

"Men are predators where women are concerned. Ranch workers live a nomadic and lonely life. Sometimes they move on to another job to stay one step ahead of the law. They don't get to be with many women or even see them, so you can imagine what kind of reaction they'd have when they see a beautiful woman like you." Janelle gasped and ran her fingers through her hair. Of course, she'd never thought of herself as beautiful, but apparently Carter did, and that's all that mattered right now. She smiled at his handsome face, her eyes drifting toward his soft lips. **** Janelle was a stunning woman, a woman he'd dreamed about for three long and lonely nights; since their first meeting, he wanted to

"Chana, more water for me!" "Chana, I need some too!" "Sure thing!" Chana was happy to help, but Nash moved away. "Teacher looks so beautiful, like a fairy!" Some children exclaimed, circling Nina happily. Nina smiled and patted their faces. "Such sweet talkers." Suddenly, a young man blushed and handed Nina a bouquet of flowers. Nina accepted them. "Thank you." The young man was shocked that she took them and then beamed with joy. Arin exclaimed, "Oh no, you can't accept those! In our tribe, if an unmarried girl accepts flowers from a young man, it's a sign she accepts his proposal!"