Romance Novels Set In Alaska Novels & Stories

As much as I disliked being here, it was going to be difficult to go back to my twin-sized bed at home. As I readjusted myself in the bed, my fingers brushed the paperback novel that I’d been reading most recently. It was an old favorite of mine, about an Omega that was kidnapped by a dashing Alpha pirate. Through a lot of wacky adventures and quite a few orgies, they fell in love. If I got my flashlight, maybe I could read through my favorite sex scene and go to sleep daydreaming about…

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze

The scent of burning sage lingered in the air, mingling with the faint musk of leather and old parchment. Inside the library, Kelda carefully turned the brittle pages of an ancient tome, her fingers tracing the faint Norse etchings. The firelight from the hearth flickered against the towering bookshelves, casting moving shadows across the worn wooden floor.

Jason talked our ears off, he had read so much about Alaska. He told us about how the landscapes will mostly be green this time of the year. The forests, meadows, and valleys are known to be lush, with wildflowers in bloom, and the mountainsides tend to be dotted with greenery as well. There will still be glaciers and snow that remain in higher elevations, so we’ll still see white caps from a distance. To me it not only sounded dreamy, it sounded romantic. I had a lot of plans for Christopher and was sure it was my best chance to win him over.

She listened to the crackling fire, the chirp of birds in the balcony’s potted evergreens—so different from the spring-sweet melodies she and Ansel used to water, located in his late father’s garden. She doesn’t know why there’s a crackling fireplace despite summer but…it felt cool inside anyway. Not hot and not too cold. Sasha sighed, wondering and musing. Now that too many men have somehow ‘claimed’ her body, whom will she choose? Alain knew that she and Ansel had sex. But Ansel…the Fire Moon Alpha has no inkling of an idea that she spent the rest of her night with the very reason, the very Alpha on why she ended up in the dungeons in the first place.

So she had stayed home and helped her mom in the kitchen. To avoid being a prodigal daughter, she had informed her mother about the meeting with Archie that evening, and Every had let her go__ without any argument, to her utmost surprise! "It can’t go any tighter, my lady!" Russo complained before Polly finally stopped. She brushed through her hair, applied some lip gloss, then turned to Russo and Vanessa. "How do I look?" Russo sighed and shook her head. "You know, Alpha Rael isn’t that great of a person, but I still prefer him to that Alpha of Riverside. I don’t know why, but I get this sick feeling whenever I think about the two of you together. It just doesn’t sit right."

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.

“Treason, Nana. Treason." “It does not matter. We need to find where I belong or what I am.” She goes on again, rambling. I wish I could exchange her for a more understanding wolf. Pushing my hair to the back of my ear, I flip the page of the new book and read through each line. I roll my eyes and scoff. Romance. How can a character’s first interest be about a man? Doesn’t she love coins? Food? Fashion, or even education? Why must it be a man?

When I wake up the following day, the bed feels empty, and Roman's scent is faint. I groggily open my eyes and confirm he is indeed not in bed with me. I'm momentarily confused before the smell of bacon reaches my nostrils. I sit up in disbelief; there is no way the big bad Alpha is cooking me breakfast. I throw one of his shirts on and walk downstairs.