Romance Novels For Women Over 40 Novels & Stories

Francesca knew this was a no-brainer, of the two men, one was a fifty-one-year-old widow and the other a twenty-eight-year-old bachelor. "Ah, Asher Evans it is then, I'll set a date for your first meet with him," Francesca declared when Joan picks the twenty-eight-year-old bachelor. Although Francesca thought it was quite unfortunate that her niece should go on a date with the wicked rascal, she had to concede, desperate times, desperate measures. "I don't understand, why would I go on a date with him?" "I told you it's an old tradition, it's an alliance between families, a marriage of opportunity, but who knows, it might spark some romance you desperately need in your life," Francesca state

"Romana, stop!" he tried to avoid the woman's kisses when he succeeded in getting her into the condo. "W-Why? I-Is it because I'm old that's why you don't like me? A-Am I no longer beautiful in your eyes?" He stared at the woman's attractive face. Everything that comes out of her mouth is just the opposite. In fact, he doesn't know that Romana is already forty years old. If Billy hadn't said it, he would have thought she was only in her twenties because of how young she looked.

"Nothing personal, but your history with women isn't exactly tried and true." Carson was right. And just like he thought he was the last person to give life advice, I was the last one on Earth to counsel anyone on the ways of the female world. "Fair enough. Still, if she gave you her number, she wants you to call." "I could send her a text." Hell, no. "Don't be that guy." "What guy?" "I don't give a shit how little I know about women or how inexperienced I am. I realize Portia doesn't count since we grew up together through the 'courting' phase. But I'm a firm believer that chicks dig old-school romance. Even when they say they don't."

"Silly boy, don't call me Madam… Call me by my name, okay?" Scarlett spoke softly, trying her best to act sweet and delicate. Joseph shook his head. "But considering your age, I should call you that! Look at you… You're over 40, a full 20 years older than me. It's perfectly appropriate for me to call you that!" He continued, "Besides, I love older women! They know how to take care of you, they're well-endowed, and they're so responsive!" A flash of coldness crossed Scarlett's face. Even a woman like her could not escape the one thing most women hated: being reminded of their age.

“Fifty-five?” “Forty-one.” My jaw falls open. “You fit perfectly.” He gives me a puzzled look. “With what?” “You see, I’ve read a couple of books where a young, budding woman falls in love with the grumpy man old enough to be her father. You have tattoos, a couple of graying hairs, cool tattoos, a little bit of work on your wardrobe and we could still find you a wife!”

I remembered Janine commented, “I have read similar situations like yours in romance novels, but don’t worry. All of them have a happy ending. They endured some pains but, in the end, their sufferings paid off. The men in their lives realized that their feelings and they eventually end up together.” “Janine,” I rolled my eyes, “my life is not a romance novel.” “But you can get lessons from reading these books,” she insisted. “Fine,” I said, “then what advice can I get from these romance novels to make Stuart love me?” “Seduce him to bed and make sure you get pregnant,” she immediately answered. “What?!” both Arlene and I exclaimed. “Believe me, most of the women in that situation ended up

She shook her head with a sneer. “Yes, thank you.” I bowed my head. “Children these days do not know how to show respect to their elders,” she spat. “In my days, you would have had a good spanking for such disrespect.” “It must be because old folks like you decided it was best to read romance novels than to contribute to society. It is a pity.” I shook my head. “Ah – hem –“ One of the other older women at the table who had enough of the back and forth interrupted us. “I particularly like the character of the prince. It was so refreshing to see Anna give up on chasing her useless mate and find happiness with a much better man.”

Every step had me wincing, but it was my one chance to snoop around while he was stuck in the bathroom and in all honesty, I was curious. I would bet he read books like forty eight laws of power and nonfiction gruel like that. I had nothing against them, I just did not see their appeal. Give me a- "Nora Roberts?" I fished out a book, checking out the titles. There were several. Several was an understatement. All the books in the bookshelf were romance novels. Romance! I covered my hands over my mouth, trying to rein in my giggles. What on earth? My big sexy hunk of a man read romance books? That was hilarious.

The elderly lady smiled warmly. “I know exactly what you need, come with me.” She walked out from behind the counter, pointing me in the direction before her. I nodded, tailing her behind. She stopped in front of a bookshelf that held romance novels in alphabetical order. “These are classics..old-time but sure to warm both your hearts,” she glanced at Adrian and back at me. “Oh no, no,” I smiled, grabbing a book from the shelf. “These are just for me,” I added and smiled sheepishly.

It looks like a library but she said it was just a room for books that wasn't for the public to casually buy. I opened some book and saw that it was full of romance stories. 'Action is better.' But what could these romance books have that many women likes to read these? They have the same story anyways. As I was flipping the pages of a book I casually picked up, the woman from the counter earlier went back inside the room holding two thick books. "Sir Jean, I have the books you wanted." "Thank you." "May I ask a question, sir Jean?" I nodded at her question.