Romance Novels Military Novels & Stories

Comment your thoughts too, please. My Other Books . . The Alpha’s Christmas Present – A Dark Werewolf Romance. . . That Royal Betrothal – A Royal Romantic Adventure story . . . Badboy and Our Wrong Love - A Highschool Love Story

What more could a man ask for. The End Thank you so much for reading the princess of Altundral. I have a new story out now, A military romance with two strong leads. Stowaway. I hope you can find the time to check it out Love always Helen Stephens XXXX

They may have a different genre. The sub-genres/ tags include: Romance Mythology/historical fiction. Billionaire. Mystery thriller. The grammar and other literal aspects of the book are relatively basic. They may be punctuation errors and other minor grammar errors in the book but be assured that the author is working hard to correct them (please note in the comments section if you find any, to help the author correct it immediately).

This is going to be nice, I just know it. I spend hours cooking, snacking, reading, and it feels like a dream. My fae romance novel takes me to a land that doesn’t resemble my life and I’m so happy to lose myself in it. I’m reading along happily when I come across a word that strikes me dead. Mates. Great. Just what I was trying to forget about. I put it down and pull out the other book I brought, a historical fiction novel. No mates here, no way. Dinnertime creeps around and I spend a while making a nice risotto with a side salad and garlic bread. It’s so good it borders on s*x.

But none of that mattered when he remembered the heat of it, the softness, the way the world had spun for the first time in decades. Roman’s hand curled into a fist on the banister. “Dammit,” he muttered under his breath, the curse burning against his teeth. He wanted more. More of what he’d sworn he didn’t need. More of what he himself had forbidden. No touches. No kisses. No intimacy. That had been the rule. His rule. Because marriage, to him, had been a weapon. A strategy. A binding chain meant to cage a woman who could disrupt his empire. Not a playground for desire. Not a risk to his control.

“Is that what you do?” “Sure do.” “Shut up,” she said, delighted at this tidbit of information. “What kind?” “Oh, military romance, all the way. Some romantic suspense, maybe the occasional paranormal romance.” She laughed aloud. “Vampires?” “Nope. Shifters. I’m very partial to wolves. Shape-shifting, growling wolves that move in packs.” “Shut up,” she said again. “OK, no. I’m totally lying. I’ve never read a racy romance in the whole of my life. But I had you going for a minute there, huh?”

He glanced at the shelf, then back at her, one eyebrow raised to a height that should have been physically impossible. "I will admit... I'm surprised you chose that book." "Why?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper. "Most people would have grabbed the adventure novels. Or a romance novel. Maybe the one about southern coast cuisine. You grabbed six hundred pages of military campaigns and pack annihilation. That's very sexy and slightly terrifying." He grabbed her waist and threw her onto the bed. He was on top of her before she finished bouncing, one hand pinning her wrist, mouth finding hers in a kiss that tasted like laughter.