Romance Novels Set In 18th Century Novels & Stories

"Don't... how strange..." Annabelle felt so embarrassed in the water. Kendrick gently brushed aside her damp long hair and kissed her fair and smooth back, trailing his kisses along her spine, gradually arousing her. Annabelle remembered the historical romance novel she had read, where the general had to leave on his wedding night and didn't even have time to unveil his bride's red veil. A year later, the bride braved the wind and snow to visit the military camp.

“so, what’s up with you? It’s like you saw some brand new toy while your eyes keep shining” Emma was behind me while I was looking from afar. It was one of the romantic scenes I’ve read in this novel series. Though I am still biased with the second lead, I cannot say that I don’t think these scenes are necessary. After all, it’s what the author and readers wanted to witness. “Girl, you shouldn’t go for his highness, you will only receive heartbreak. I heard many noble ladies keep approaching him but look at that. Isn’t it a rare scene?”

She counted to ten, pinched herself, and then looked again. But when she'd done that, and hesitantly opened her eyes once one more, she found herself staring at her jewelled reflection in the window glass. Jewelled reflection? She gasped, for a glittering comb sparkled in her carefully golden curls. She didn't have a comb like that or long golden hair worn up in a style that reminded of ancient Rome, was dressed in a high-waisted emerald silk gown in a style that had been all the rage in the nineteenth century. English regency! Yes, that was it. Was she dreaming of one of the characters in the historical romance books she used to read?

She loved the idea of love, the romantic books she read helped her know more and dreamed for more. She doesn’t know where or when she’ll meet her prince charming but she was sure going to keep herself for him until then. Colonel Frederick proposing to her was so laughable, that it annoyed her that her family didn’t see it the way she did. There was no way she was going to spend the rest of her life with such a man. He was definitely not her prince charming, his horrid look already spelt that out. Then the age gap was just the last straw. How again, she pondered, could he even think of proposing marriage to her? There was no love or attraction between them, at least none from her side. She mi

The mansion loomed silent under the moonlit night. Henry was miles away on yet another business trip, leaving his young wife, Jennifer alone with her frustrations. Jennifer's curvaceous figure had always turned heads, but her recent marriage to Henry had left her body aching for real passion. Her hazel eyes often lingered too long on Alex whose towering frame exuded raw masculinity. Alex had been hooked from the moment he laid eyes on her two weeks ago. The sexual tension simmered like a pot ready to boil over. Jennifer, unsatisfied by Henry's perfunctory attentions, felt her pussy throb whenever Alex's head turned her way.

"Glad you see it. Catherine's pampered upbringing left her unprepared for suffering. After returning, she's dealt with so much, so I pay more attention to her. Sure, she can be a bit headstrong and doesn't always know how to read a situation, but that's just who she is. Everyone admired her pure innocence and liveliness. Age doesn't erase that. Core traits endure." She popped a grape into her mouth. "Makes sense." He chuckled, a rarity before her, but it was courtesy of Catherine. She couldn't help but recall a line from a romance novel: [The young master hasn't laughed like this in a long time.] It suited Vance perfectly. The only twist was that in the novels, the male lead laughed because

After all, she does not really deserve to have a handsome boyfriend like you. I would like to meet you personally. Can I see you on Friday at 2:00 afternoon at the Library? I will wait for you. Please consider this as an invitation to meet a new friend. Lovelots, Your Secret Admirer After reading, I scowled at him. “What does this person mean by “she does not really deserve to have a handsome boyfriend like you? And why was I part of this love letter?” He laughed, “I knew you would be upset. You should have seen your expression now.” He continued laughing while I watched him. “Glad you are having a good time over this. Well, it says here you’ve got a date on Friday. In our favorite spot, the

Or a library on steroids. When she reached the romance section, she had to restrain a squeal of delight when she found an array of old-school romances from the seventies and eighties in their bodice-ripping glory: in rainbow hues, the covers depicted men with bulging arms, their shirts open to the wind as women swooned in their arms. Some of the women stood in the strangest poses; Lucy had to cover her mouth to keep from giggling like an idiot.

Anne haggard, Mary coarse, every face in the neighbourhood worsting, and the rapid increase of the crow's foot about Lady Russell's temples had long been a distress to him. Elizabeth did not quite equal her father in personal contentment. Thirteen years had seen her mistress of Kellynch Hall, presiding and directing with a self-possession and decision which could never have given the idea of her being younger than she was. For thirteen years had she been doing the honours, and laying down the domestic law at home, and leading the way to the chaise and four, and walking immediately after Lady Russell out of all the drawing-rooms and dining-rooms in the country. Thirteen winters' revolving fro

Duncan’s father and Elizabeth stood in silent shock behind her. Reality that we’d been caught in the act of sex struck me like a brick. If this was in the twenty-first century, I’d have been a little embarrassed, but would have probably laughed it off in the end. Unfortunately, this was not the twenty-first century. This was the eighteenth century and things like this just weren’t supposed to happen before nuptials were performed. We’d performed a major fopah.