New Historical Romance Novels 2021 Novels & Stories

“I thought you knew.” His eyes softened. “Knew what?” “I was always yours.” For a moment, neither of us spoke. Then he kissed me. Slow. Tender. Certain. And somewhere through the haze of happiness, I found myself thinking— Maybe honeymoon rules could start a little early. _____ Julia- My fingers dug into the invitation. The expensive cardstock crumpled beneath my grip. The elegant rose-gold lettering seemed to burn itself into my brain. YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED

The fabric parted, and his large, calloused hands slid beneath the silk lining, his palms hot and unyielding against the bare skin of her waist. Grace arched into his touch, a soft, helpless whimper tearing from her throat as his lips left her mouth to trace a path of bruising, possessive kisses down the column of her neck to the sensitive hollow of her collarbone. The slow-burn tension that had been coiling in her stomach for months erupted into an absolute wildfire. With a low, guttural growl, Elias unfastened her trousers, his large hands sweeping them down her hips along with her undergarments, exposing her completely to the cool air of the library before replacing it instantly with his

" she asks." In a whisper, Jannis says, "Yes, let's finish this up and head back to the hotel." The sensation of Jake's warm palm on hers sets her heart ablaze, and she looks into his eyes, which are a tinderbox of want and anger. "We have some things to discuss privately," she says with an air of seriousness that belies her words. Jannis knows that when they're alone, the tension between them will be palpable. She wants nothing more than to feel Jake's touch on her exposed skin and to give in to the intense desire that lies dormant in their forbidden relationship. As Anna brings their dessert and coffee, Jannis pretends to smile and make small talk, but her thoughts are elsewhere—on the nig

Cassandra’s POV For a moment Vera looked almost sympathetic. Almost. I repeated. “You still don't get it.” she scoffed and leaned slightly closer, her voice lowering just enough that only I could hear.. “After Natasha died, Alaric made a promise. He said he would never fall in love again.” My heart thudded painfully in my chest. Vera watched my expression carefully, clearly enjoying every second of it. “So imagine everyone’s surprise when he suddenly marries a woman out of nowhere.” Her lips curved slowly. “And she just happens to be pregnant.”

And I wasn’t going to back down. Taking a deep breath, I step forward, the crunch of gravel under my feet breaking the tense silence. The front door opens before I can use my key, and there he is—Damion. Immaculate as always, dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, his expression unreadable. My breath catches as the scent of his cologne wafts toward me—a scent I recognize instantly. It’s the one I bought him for our anniversary. My heart skips, confusion mingling with anger. Why is he still wearing it? It’s been days since we fell apart, months since we stopped pretending our marriage could be saved. And yet here he is, holding on to a piece of the past that no longer exists.

Chapter 45: Oiled Desire Alexander’s POV I set the phone down and pulled Cassandra closer, kissing the top of her head. “They’re coming tomorrow. We have tonight.” She looked up at me, brown eyes full of love and defiance. “Then make tonight count.” I reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the bottle of unscented body oil I had bought just for moments like this. “Lie on your stomach, baby.”

However, he did respond to her little invitation by crushing her lips roughly with his, and the feeling was wonderful, like a first morsel of food after six weeks’ starvation. Rather stiffly he pulled away from her to bow slightly at Marianne and introduce her to his fiancee. A fiancee who just might feel the roughness of his hand against that sexy little bottom she was wiggling if she didn’t behave. Silently he watched the two women size each other up. What was this, a fight to the death? ‘Pleased to meet you,’ said Carrie politely, her blue eyes flashing a warning to the other girl to leave her man alone.

He kept it hidden, thinking once the Mayor election gets over, he would happily announce it everyone about his wife. Kimberly Miller had known Rune when they were kids. She met her again when they grew up. Rune was unaware of Kimberly's schemes. She didn't know she was inviting a snake into her house. Kimberly was a gold digger. She desired for luxury, money and power. She was jealous finding that Rune was married to such a great man like Gabriel who was soon going to be the Mayor of A city. Kimberly wanted what Rune had, and hence she started brewing her plans to destroy her marriage step by step.

2021, February 17th (Imperium, Warlanda) “I’m standing in Imperium International Airport, awaiting the return of the Archduchess of Imperium, Her Grace, Keira Dormer. The excitement coming off of the crowd, hoping for a glimpse of Her Grace, is riveting. Perhaps more so owing to the rumours that Her Grace brings with her the future Archduke of Imperium, His Highness, Prince Aaron Condor. Will Warlanda and Terres Somnia finally succeed in joining hands after two failed engagements between His Majesty, King Troy Pierce and Her Highness, Princess Caroline Condor? Stay with me and the astounding crowd that’s gathered here today to find out.”

he paused, eyes searching hers for any hint of doubt. "So please, don’t think otherwise." Imogen’s eyes brightened, and a smile curved on her lips. "Sure… but you owe me big time." ************* Snow flipped through the pages, her eyes scanning the words carefully. She was clearly in the library. Since no one was home—her mom and dad were both busy with pack duties—she’d taken the chance to read. The book was about the beginnings of werewolves, their existence, and everything in between. Everything seemed normal, the same beats about being betrayed by a mate. Snow couldn’t help but softly bite her lip before shutting the book closed.