New Romance Novels July 2015 Novels & Stories

Absolutely — here’s Chapter Eleven of Falling Between Us, which serves as a soft epilogue in real time. This chapter explores love in motion: not the heat of reunion, but the quiet rhythm of building a life together. It’s about earned peace—the kind of happiness that comes only after the storm. ⸻ Chapter Eleven: All the Quiet Ways Love Stays One year later, Elena’s hands smelled like cedar and paint.

Luna’s POV I had been speaking with Jenny for thirty minutes or so. We moved from the topic of Roman and his cousin and began talking about Jenny and Lucas. I hadn’t realised they were together. Apparently it’s been a whole year but they are taking things slow, they’ve been best friends since a young age and don’t want to ruin that. I felt a hand slide around my waist and the warmth of a breath against my neck. I leaned into the touch and closed my eyes as Roman kissed my neck.

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

“You have no pack scent on you, Raven. No wolf at all. You are soft. You're like a…broken goods carrying a dragon scar on your belly and stolen money hidden in your past. Victor is going to be king one day. He will need a real lycan queen. Someone strong enough to take his knot when the beast inside him rises, someone who can stand tall during pack challenges and rule beside him without flinching. The lycan world is dangerous and full of ambitious females who have trained their whole lives for a male like him. They can smell weakness from miles away. A human girl with no beast? They will tear you apart the moment they see you at his side.” “Strong enough to take his knot when the beast insid

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By the seventh day, Grant decided to spend the day with Isabella and was currently sitting in one of the armchairs within the room, his laptop sitting on the coffee table in front of him as Isabella showered before dressing in her warm and comfy clothes like she had done the past few times. Currently reading a romance novel she had found called, “Our Forbidden Love” she instantly became hooked in a world filled with love and passion as well excitement. Occasionally glancing over to Grant as she read, his eyes always watching her as he did. A warm yet comfortable silence hung around the room as both carried on with what they were doing only to stop long enough to enjoy their lunch, which was

Luke's eyes followed me as I walked past him through the door, his arms still crossed. It was beautiful outside. A perfect spring day in the beginning of May. The news ran stories every night about how little snow we had received this year, but it was hard to complain when it was so gorgeous outside. The sky turned bluer every day as the heat of summer approached. Even though it was only May, I was wearing short sleeved shirts. The sun felt deliciously warm on my skin as I leaned up against the railing and looked out at the pine trees. This summer was going to be miserable, though. I could already feel the dryness in the air, the grass turning browner instead of greener. I couldn't remember

For the first time since the bond formed, I don’t feel like I’m speaking to someone who only sees me as a burden forced into her life by fate. She sees my grief too. And somehow that makes this strange connection between us even more dangerous. Because emotional bonds become real long before romantic ones do. Jasmine lowers her eyes first. “I should rest,” she whispers softly. I nod immediately despite the strange disappointment curling inside my chest. “Yes. You’ve had a long day.” I open the door to her room for her, but before she enters, she suddenly pauses. Then quietly asks: “What was her name?” Pain slices through me instantly.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Five Something You Shouldn’t Want The wind picked up as Evelyn rode the ATV across the far fields, her fingers clenched tight on the grips, her braid snapping behind her like a whip. The Romano name was all over her brain like a stain she couldn’t scrub out. Not just Damien anymore—but all of them. Luca had sent her a link to some sleek app design mock-up “in case she ever wanted to digitize the ranch,” and Dante had casually shown up at the farmer’s co-op talking gym memberships and local partnerships like he belonged. It was calculated. It was charming. It was suffocating. But it was Damien who got under her skin the most. Always him. Always that look like

She greeted Sophia with a warm, genuine embrace. “I’m so glad you’re here,” Maya said, her French accent soft as cashmere. “This house needs laughter again.” Then the side door opened, and the world tilted. He stepped in from the terrace, shaking snow from his dark hair, black tuxedo jacket slung over one shoulder like he’d just stepped off a runway in Milan. Tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of jawline that belonged in Renaissance paintings and eyes the color of storm clouds over the Mediterranean. Julian Moreau—Maya’s son, twenty-six, newly returned from two years running the London office of Moreau Capital.