Romance Novel Excerpts Novels & Stories

The bookstore had a new shipment of romance novels. I spent the morning unpacking boxes with Ethan, laughing at the ridiculous cover art. Shirtless men. Women in flowing dresses. Dramatic titles like The Rake's Redemption and Tempted by the Billionaire. "This is basically p**n," Ethan said, holding up a particularly scandalous cover. "Glorious, wonderful, life-affirming p**n," I corrected. He laughed. "You're something else, Lucy."

I was going to fall in love with my husband. I stopped reading. The room was quiet again. For a second, I just stared at the page. Then I slowly leaned back in the chair. “…Okay.” I rubbed my face with both hands. That had been— Unexpected. I looked down at the manuscript again. Apparently,y Damien had once been capable of things like gentle kisses and patient conversations. Which was information I definitely didn’t have before tonight. I picked the pages up again. Then immediately set them back down. “Maybe I should not read about his romantic history at midnight,” I muttered.

she said quietly. “I will learn what I must,” I answered. Then, because the world still turned while men argued over thrones, I leaned down and kissed Damien, a fierce, precise thing that wasn’t about wanting so much as an oath. It tasted like rain and iron and the small mercy of human warmth. He kissed me back, clumsy and devastating, like a man who’d never been allowed to do something purely for himself. It was not erotic in a way a reader might expect on a bed; it was intimate and alive, a contract in muscle and breath.

“There’s something...” She felt the palm of his thumb, wiping the edge of her lips. “You have...” He showed her the juice that glistened on the tip of his finger. Honestly, that was a fucking cliche. Every romance novel had a scene like this. Nonetheless, she had to admit that it was still fucking hot as jolts of electricity shot into her entire body with that brief contact. “Oh! Thanks.” She suddenly felt uncomfortable as a strong presence seemed to loom over the room. She fell into silence while avoiding looking into his eyes.

"And you remember that the best romances are the ones where both people choose each other every single day." She stood, pressed a signed copy of her book into my hands, and squeezed my shoulder before moving on. I stared at the book, at her inscription: "To Camila - May you write yourself a happy ending. You deserve it." "Thank you," I nearly cried to Lucien. "Don't thank me for making you happy," he watched me with those golden eyes that saw too much. I leaned over and kissed him. His hand came up to cup the back of my neck, pulling me deeper.

he asked with his right eyebrow arching up in confusion. "I have been reading a lot of romance literature; each describes in detail how to kiss. Didn't you see how I expertly kissed you back then? Wasn't it good that you lost your mind?" Rosalina stepped closer to Garry, watching as his face gradually turned into a human tomato.

The pages were blank, except for a single quote on the last page: "My love, my heart beats for you alone. In the chaos of the world, you are my peace. -A" Seraphina's heart raced as she read the words. Who could have written this? It was romantic, passionate, and it seemed to speak directly to her soul. She felt a flutter in her chest, a sense of excitement and hope. Could this be from Alex, the initials... her ex-fiancé's? Or was it from someone new, someone who had been watching her from afar?

Their love is both tragic and resilient, a beacon of defiance against a world that seems determined to keep them apart. *“… There was a silent pause that flooded Jerome’s heart as he gazed at Annabel, her flowing gown a vision that made his pulse quicken …”* *“… ‘Why such a dreamy look, Jerome?’ Annabel teased, the wind playing with her golden hair as she stood on the balcony, her smile holding secrets only they shared …”* *“… ‘You shouldn’t be here, my lady,’ Jerome said, though his resolve melted as she stepped closer, the thin silk of her gown tracing her shape, filling his mind with thoughts he dared not speak …”*

Daniel, captivated by Lila's vibrant spirit, found the courage to share the chapters of his own life that he had kept hidden for so long. Together, they embarked on a journey of healing and self-discovery, painting a canvas of emotions with each stolen glance and shared laughter. Serenity Falls became a backdrop to their blossoming romance, a town that whispered tales of love in the rustling leaves and reflected the changing seasons in the rhythm of their hearts.

Anna felt her heart skip a beat and a smile stretched on her lips as she gazed at the fifty long-stemmed sparkling roses, an elegant satin ribbon wrapped around the stem. “It’s breathtaking,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “It is.” “I think there is a note,” Wendy pointed out. Anna slowly took the small paper from the middle of the flower under the curious eyes of everyone but before she could read it, it was snatched from her by Dali and Wendy and they both read it out loud together. “As this rose burns with red, so too does my passion for you.” They screamed, their voices traveling throughout the office. “Oh my God, that’s one poetic line.”