Romance Christmas Novels Novels & Stories

We lay there for a long time, the only sound in the room being our ragged breathing. Finally, Elena shifted, carefully lifting herself up and sliding off the double dildo with a wet, heavy sigh. I shivered as the cool winter air hit my empty, aching core. She lay down beside me, pulling the heavy holiday quilt over our tangled, sticky legs. She turned her head to look at me, her green eyes dark and thoroughly satisfied, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Well, Lucian," she whispered, tracing a lazy circle on my chest, "that is certainly one way to spend a Christmas vacation."

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

She pointed through the large, plate-glass windows to the gazebo in the town square. "And she said yes." Kiki's eyes widened as she straightened her posture. "And she said yes," Mrs. Spencer repeated, as if Kiki hadn't said a thing. Kiki sighed dreamily. "It's the most romantic story I've ever heard." "Here at the boutique, we call it The Christmas Ring, you know," Jocelyn interjected, pulling the sparkling ring out from inside the case. The ring was simple, but gorgeous. Out of all the rings that had come through the Christmas Cove Jewelry Store, it was, by far, the most beautiful.

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

“I can’t say wanted it to go this way, exactly, but it’s perfect. I lucked out, anyway. You’re too pretty for me.” Lana laughed and shoved Jackson’s shoulder with her own. “And I wanted no part of it at all,” Drake announced. “But this is exactly what I wanted,” Roman said. “Oh, so you meant for y’all to knock me up?” Roman smiled and shrugged at her, breaking out into laughter as she shoved at him this time. It wasn’t conventional, but she knew he loved her with every fiber of his being—and she knew the other men did, too. “Let’s just say that this is the best Christmas gift you could possibly have given us,” Roman said.

Otherwise, finding a decent restaurant open was a pain in the butt. No, it was his night with Sierra that inspired a tenuous serenity within him. She’d brought him his Christmas last night. No woman had ever inspired such poignant longing in him. Even now, after coupling over and over through the night, his midsection tightened at the thought of her. She was a rare flower, blooming in winter, spicing the cold air with her exotic, delicate fragrance. He’d never tired of watching her bloom, watching her face soften in ecstasy as his name spilled from lips as deep red as holly berries.

“Merry Christmas, Elena.” She laughed, shaky and perfect. “Best gift I’ve ever gotten.” I kissed her slow, tasting salt and sex and her. We weren’t done. Not even close.

Jana's desk was across the aisle - she was responsible for tracking product shipments while Shelby coordinated accounts receivable. Shelby nodded. "None of us want to go, but Mr. Holiday, Senior, still insists we show up, tug our forelocks and get presented with a new set of livery." "That's it, I'm cutting you off from historical romance novels," Jana said with a laugh. "Although, god, that's just about what it feels like sometimes. Wouldn't it be nice if they'd just hand us the bonus check and kick us out the door early?" "Face it, girlfriend." Shelby wrinkled her nose. "We work for a greeting card manufacturer, run by a family named Holiday. We gotta make a big deal out of the Christmas p

But it wasn’t time yet. So, we just walked slowly. I wasn’t sure if she felt the same way, but the night’s atmosphere was romantic. With the other carolers dispersed it had grown quiet, and the further we walked away, the more peaceful the night became. The freshly fallen snow from the morning had covered the roofs of houses, but everyone’s Christmas lights shone against it like a kaleidoscopic dream. Above the lights, the moon glared brightly. “How did you like the caroling?” I asked, wanting to ease into conversation.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.