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I hope to touch base with you on social media soon! About the Author Multi-genre author of Victorian maritime romance/family saga, Heiresses in Love, and 18 other books. Marie Lavender lives in the Midwest with her family and two cats. She has been writing for a little over twenty-five years, with more works in progress than she can count on two hands. Since 2010, Marie has published 21 books in the genres of historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic comedy, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, dramatic fiction, fantasy, science fiction, mystery/thriller, literary fiction and poetry.

“What do you want me to say, Aela?” “That Finn is Aidan Sr.’s by-blow?” “By-blow?” Inessa repeated, her brow puckering. “His illegitimate child,” Aoife answered. “I need to get you hooked on historical romance next.” Despite myself, interest hit me. “You like romance books?” “Yes. We do,” was Inessa’s retort, but I sensed her bristling ahead of schedule. I raised my hands in surrender, because even though I wanted answers, I wasn’t a total bitch. Even if romance books hadn’t been my jam, I’d never give them crap about that. Someone’s taste was their taste, and I celebrated that.

"That, Adam's words prove to be a curse for me until now." Yara clenched her fists that were under the table. She remembers the words of Adam, her first love and first ex boyfriend in high school when they broke up. "I swear you won't be able to date forever. Anyway, you won't be able to get married until you can see me on the aisle."

So this was Abigail and Hunter Levisay. I hope I did justice to both of them. I am open to positive criticism. If you have not read Alpha Ezequiel’s fated mate. Go and read it. Because its nineteen chapters are free. Even if you are not into the werewolf genre then just unlock five to six chapters. If you don’t like it, then leave that. Yup. Leave it. But let me tell you, it’s not about the werewolf but the romance you want to enjoy.

They have merged at this point and it is all just thoughts of Adriana. I ignored my body’s reaction to her and got ready to indulge in doing something she loved. I could connect with her through this. I started reading, and sure enough, it sounded like a fucking love story. Who the hell would romanticize history for heaven’s sake? It is written in the old dialect. Not the refined version that I mostly grew up hearing, but the native one. You could see the swirls in the writing. And a lot of parts were hidden messages. The book must have been boring because I fell asleep. Not even through the first chapter. I woke up in the same chair, except the library was empty.

’ Claudia felt a pang of sympathy for poor old Sister Bernadette, who’d tried so hard to make them all enthusiastic about literature - ‘It’s really terribly amusing, girls, if you can just get over these silly prejudices about nineteenth- century language. ‘Not at first,’ she admitted. ‘I thought it was the most boring thing since watching eggs boiling.’ ‘But you liked it in the end.’ I knew you would , her tone said. Because you’re on the other side of the great divide between Still-at-School and Escaped. Claudia could still remember when she’d actually started to enjoy the book. The villainess of the piece had suddenly reminded her vividly of that cow Emma Cartwright who’d pinched her boyf

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter Twenty "Oh! That looks wonderful on you," Kathy said cheerily as she examined Joan dressed in a long green-colored dress. The pair were picking out dresses at Alice house. Alice house is a luxury brand that caters exclusively to women's garment needs, they are also quite expensive. When Kathy invited Joan to an afternoon shopping spree she didn't hesitate to accept. It did help when Kathy assured her that all costs would be covered. The payment for anything she buys however would be Joan's presence and some quality time with Kathy. Joan surmised Kathy invited her to distract her from the ordeal she's experienced the past couple of days.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

He would have, right? I shook my head again and concentrated on the book placed on my lap. It was one of the British, historical romance fictions set during the World War Two. I had randomly picked it up at the bookstore and somehow felt myself drawn towards it. Sappy novel with mopey dialogues and dragged out bits, it still provided me with much needed solace.