New Historical Romance Novels & Stories

“If it’s the one person who makes your heart race and your blood feel like it’s on fire, then yes. Common sense doesn’t stand much of a chance.” “But what if that person is the worst possible choice?” I asked. “What if he doesn’t respect her, doesn’t love her back, treats her like crap?” “Why are you so worked up?” She snatched the book out of my hands and glanced at the cover. Then she snorted. “Oh. I get it now. You’ve been reading again. A historical romance? Honestly, that’s still an improvement over those creepy occult books you used to read. What, you didn’t like the hero?”

Sleeves smirked when he saw Kara shut her eyes for a second and bit her lower lip, probably to suppress her moan. “You love what I’m doing to you. Don’t you, my love?” “Get the fuck away from me, Adam,” Helen said with venom in her voice, still not opening her eyes. “Yes, baby! I love it when you talk dirty to me and I love you more for calling me by my name.” He nuzzled her chest area, then placed a kiss where her almost faded tattoo was. “Just like old times.” He whispered. “Get off me, you bastard!” She pushed Adam off her and for the first time since they reunited, he saw nothing but full hatred and disgust in her eyes and that made Adam freeze for a minute. He had never seen this side o

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 said. "I won't, " I replied. That seemed to surprise her. I walked to the windows overlooking the grounds. Everything outside looked still and perfect. Perfect things can be watched. "Daniel is inside the company, " I said. "The woman from your past is outside.. Now there's a third player." "The driver, " she said. "Yes, " I replied. "Someone younger, which means they're expanding." Her arms wrapped lightly around herself. "This feels like a game to them."

“Okay. Your question.” “What’s your new manuscript about?” The waiter returned with our meals and began setting them on the table. The food made my mouth water. “Thank you,” we said in unison as he walked away. “It’s a historical age-gap romance,” she said with a soft smile. “Wow. That sounds fun.” “But you’re not really into literature, so let’s move on. My turn,” she said, and I nodded obediently. “Are you close to your mom?” she asked.

"I'm just lost about this , I don't know how to fix it , and Vivienne....she's adamant about not signing those divorce papers , Aria won't even hear me..” Jake leaned back, crossing his arms. “I get it. I do.Vivienne has something she wants ..she will come around I think . and you have to remember, you and Aria have history. Real history. You always did. I think that’s why it’s so hard to let go… or even to admit it” I shook my head. “It’s more than history. It’s—” I stopped, couldn’t finish the sentence. It was too heavy, too sharp. I let the silence fill the room.

"Her name is Martha. After five years of being presumed dead, she has returned. It's a little difficult.” John raises his eyebrows. "Whoa. That's a lot, all right. However, shouldn't you be glad she's still alive?” Evelyn responds, "I am happy," with a hint of annoyance in her voice. “The issue is that Martha and Louisa are involved in a tumultuous romantic triangle with a particular guy. This guy was Martha's first love, but while we believed Martha was gone, Louisa and Kingsley started dating. "And now….." She throws up her hands and trails off.

She whisper quietly looking down at her lap. I frown . I put the brown box aside and sit beside her on the bed holding her hand. " hey....listen you don't need to ever feel guilty or embarrasse about money or asking me something. Do you get it." I said softly looking at her eyes. " Because my love , the money , the empire that I built , its all because of you. Because I want to spoil you so much. I don't fucking care if you don't remember me and my love , all I want is you by my side. You never have to be embarrass about not able to reciprocate my feelings, I am fine with it but don't ever force yourself."

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

I whispered the headline and hovered my finger over the screen, contemplating on if Ii should open the article. My heart was pounding by the second and with a deep breath, I tapped on it and it opened instantly. I swallowed and swiped up. The headline was the first thing I saw then a few words about the writer followed. I scrolled to the start of the article and started to read; Son of billionaire business man, Anthony Hogan and Heiress of the Hills Global Communication company were spotted having a romantic dinner date at a restaurant and the pair looked like the perfect couple. Sources say that the two rekindled while on a trip recently and they have been together ever since then. There ar