New Historical Romance Novels 2014 Novels & Stories

Golden sun streams came through the window into the Johnson mansion to bathe the great dining room with its warmth. Three days since the accident had happened, and it is within the atmosphere brought along by such a situation in life. All was well but the surface of each heart seated on hot coals -and burned so much more under Jasmine's skin than any person could imagine.

I crossed my arms and glared at her until she smirked and leaned forward. “Ida will be working at the company from now on. She will go back with you two and the plan my uncles have is to build romance between the heirs of their family businesses. It is either Anthony marries you or her at the end of it all. Who knows.”

Her heart most certainly became a rocket, soaring high above them. His skin looked very tanned in the moonlight. In truth, until then, she knew she had only dreamed of how it could be like between two people. She knew she hadn’t imagined it quite like this. No, at least, not this great. She was overwhelmed by the fierceness of his yearning and of course, no less overwhelmed by her own desire. She knew it in her heart that she was experiencing an excitement that was entirely new to her and she knew she would never, ever be tired of being in his arms.

“We’re just getting started, princess. Next time I tie you to the bed. And the time after that, I’m blindfolding you again while I eat you for hours.” I shiver in his arms, already aching for it. Outside, snow starts to fall against the windows. Inside, I’m no longer a virgin. And I’ve never felt more alive.

“But tomorrow, someone else will deliver it.” His lips curved into the faintest smile. “We’ll see.” Back at the café, Lila nearly exploded with excitement when Grace relayed the encounter. “Grace!” she squealed, grabbing her arm. “Do you understand what’s happening? This is like every romance novel ever. Grumpy billionaire, feisty girl, instant sparks!” Grace groaned, covering her face with her hands. “This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.”

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.

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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“I think we’re done here.” She grabbed my arm as I began to take off, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to insult you. Chloe,” she called to a woman who was a small petite blonde. She came over with a smile. “Chloe, this is Damien. Damien, how would you like to join us in our room. I promise it will be a night to remember. We can bridge the gap between vampires and witches.” “Perhaps in another lifetime ladies, there are other vampires you can hit on when the alliance is complete.” I turned my back on them and once more looked for Evelyn. She was no longer in the back. Fuck… she was gone, I saw the cretin still there though…

"This isn’t a romance novel, Nanny. This is my life, and I’m just trying to do my job without embarrassing myself." Nanny laughs, clearly enjoying this way too much. "Oh, Isa. You’re making it sound like it’s the worst thing in the world. Just imagine it—a forbidden workplace romance, secret glances, and the tension! Oh, how thrilling! The babysitter and the boss. You’ve already got the perfect setup." I glare at her. "Nanny, stop. He’s my boss, and he has a child. A cute child, by the way, who is clearly going through something. I’m not about to entertain any fantasies about him."