Romance Novels Set In 18th Century Novels & Stories

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........

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.

he rushed to say. That just set my blood boiling at a whole new level. “Why do I need to marry?!” I all but yelled. “I am perfectly capable of running an estate without a man! If I wanted to share my bed with 50 men, whose life does it affect anyway…. No one but mine!” I hadn’t realized I had stalked Sean and was pointing my delicate finger right at his chest as I spoke the last part. We had backed up so he was up against the wall and smiling at me. “What?!” Was all I could get out before he cupped the side of my face, sliding his hand into my hair at the back of my head, tilting my mouth just enough to fit his perfectly. He wasn’t forceful with his kiss, he held his lips lightly against mi

It was according to the book, if I haven't forgotten. "What time is it?" I asked. "You're asking strange things again, My lady," she answered. I slapped my forehead for being stupid. That's right. There is no clock in this novel. Time wasn't introduced and wasn't created. I don't know why, maybe the author forgot? Most of historical novels have time, actually. But here, nothing. I don't even know what sign they have on whether it's morning, noon, afternoon, or night. At least morning until evening are part of their vocabulary.

He was being ostentatious and unreserved. As the male protagonist of the novel, Cedric Garner's first 20 or so years of his life had been smooth sailing. Being superior and almost good at anything fostered his arrogant and unrestrained personality. Hannah still remembered the first time she saw him. It seemed like the whole world was focused on him, and he was arrogantly domineering, like a king in control of everything. Although it seemed quite amusing, it was quite in line with the image of the male leads in romance novels. However, it was not the case currently. Cedric was gloomy.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode one🌹🌹 .. .. ‘1856’ .. .. “They’re here again, Alexa go on hide” Mr Rutherford said to his daughter as swords clashed against sword’s,fangs pierced skins,tears rolled out of innocent eyes as the vampires took charge of the area. There was nothing left than to surrender but Alexa was stubborn and feisty, always trying to make her way in the world.

I bowed to him and greeted him good morning while smiling courteously. I remembered that in the original novel "The Male Lead's Lover", Jean and Greyson competed in everything about Rosine. There were times that they almost killed each other, and that was really a gore-ish scene. That's why the book was for ages 15 and above even if the title looks innocent. As a merchant family, Greyson had many connections in different countries. He used that to obtain Rosine, but in the end, he was banished from his country and from our country too. He never had a good start to begin with after meeting Rosine.

I hadn't spent so long in this country, but from what I could see, the women submitted so easily, and I immediately knew in my head that no way in hell could that fucking be me. Straight away, the door to the private living room and chamber assigned to me swung open and a lady I presumed to be in her fifties walked in briskly, her Victorian fashioned dress swung from side to side with each step she took. Those dresses were what reigned in the eighteenth century and it was ridiculous that well over a couple hundred years later, it was still worn in this part of the world as casual wear. To an extent, it was hot, though.

Bella French turned the page of her book, completely and utterly riveted by the story unfolding on the pages before her. As she let the printed words paint a vivid picture in her mind, she finds herself in a 14th-century castle in Ireland. She is being courted by a marquess, dressed in a fancy gown as she twirls around a big ballroom.. Bella could almost imagine it. A big, strong man in his dressy clothes. He is so breathtakingly handsome with his perfect face and his flawless manners. She is almost falling in love with him.

In his experience nothing made a poor woman enter his chamber quicker than the idea they had a chance to be a Baroness. He smirked at the thought. They were just sports, when he wanted to settle down he'd be aiming a damn sight higher than the young women who cleaned out his fireplace on a morning. The fact he wouldn't get the remaining bulk of his inheritance until he was married was only a minor irritant at present. Now Athena Thornfield, a woman of the highest recommendation and reputation, would be a new effort. Those green eyes had sized him up and her slender figure, curvy bust and smooth wide pink lips would surely offer many nights of pleasure.