Romance Novels Set New Orleans Novels & Stories

I thought, my pulse pounding like the surf. The villa’s bedroom was a sultry haven, the ocean breeze slipping through open shutters, heavy with salt and jasmine. Justin entered, his linen shirt unbuttoned, exposing the hard planes of his chest, his dark curls dripping from a night swim, his hazel eyes blazing with raw desire, his woodsy cologne—cedar and bergamot—mingling with the sea’s tang. Since his drunken spiral in that New York dive bar, our trust had been a jagged wound, his guilt over Elise, Sophie’s 2027 Paris affair, and Claire Voss’s scandal clashing with my desperate love. “You’re everything, Kayla,” he growled, his voice low, vibrating through me as his hands gripped my waist, p

As the door swung open, my eyes widened, taking in the breathtaking sight before me. The room exuded an aura of romance and passion. The bed, adorned with delicate red flowers, was a centerpiece of beauty, complemented by drapes cascading gracefully and heart-shaped red pillows placed meticulously. The air was filled with the scent of scented candles, adding to the ambiance. Now my nervousness has taken its toll. Is he going to do all this? Did he ask his servants to do this? My nerves tingled with anticipation, unsure of what lay ahead. I tried to steady my racing heart, reminding myself that this was merely a charade, a façade we had to maintain for 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.

And that could help keep the reputation of his company. “If what Mr. Antonio said is God’s truth, then doesn’t that mean that Miss Jasmine isn’t worthy of being here?” One man roared “It’s true. Why is that woman still here?” Another replied. “First she steals a perfume formula and now she’s trying to steal another woman’s man?” “Isn’t everyone in River City aware that Miss Flora is Mr. Antonio’s acknowledged girlfriend?” “Then what does that make Miss Jasmine?” “A mistress, obviously.” “No wonder Mr. Antonio rushed to protect Miss Flora.”

He was a beautiful mess. Usually, seeing him like this was enough to set me off. “Nothing,” I muttered. I returned my lips to his. The kiss was rougher this tiime, more aggressive. He moaned as I bit his lower lip and sucked it in my mouth. For some reason, the sound irritated me. How had I never noticed how soft Xavier’s voice was? It was too delicate, too smooth. It was so unlike Adrian’s deep voice. So unlike the way he had sounded when I was pounding into him…

Her thumbs brushing my temples as she settled blossoms in my hair—crisp magnolia petals, their lemon-cream scent drowning the iron tang of the coming storm. *Behind her, a man’s shadow stretched long across the water. His voice rumbled through the humid air, Cajun French melting into English: “Dis-moi ce que tu vois, p’tit oiseau (Tell me what you see, little bird).” He held up a cattail, its fur bursting into a thousand winged seeds. I chased them, giggling, until my knees sank into cool mud. The woman’s flower crown slipped, petals dissolving like sugar in the downpour—or was it the bourbon, sharp and sour, that later drowned her laughter?

“Gun, get a gun.” He acted as if he hadn’t heard me, just kept speeding down the dark road. My eyes darted to my husband as my ears buzzed with fear. Adrian looked scared. Terrified even. This wasn’t good. Not. At. All. “Head back to New Orleans,” I yelled. We were way outside the city limits, headed for Adrian’s place. Dark roads highlighted only by the light of the moon. We hadn’t seen a house or another car for miles. “Head down,” he barked. I obeyed at once, as I struggled against the seat belt.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

It was an odd thing for them to have so much to do after having just arrived, but Alain was willing to see this trip through. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Port Of New Orlay, New Orleans, Louisiana, The New World (1762)..... The sights and sounds were a welcome change from the silent churning of the ocean waves and the creaking of the wood from the hull of the ship. The smells weren't bad in the least with a thick mix of perfume, strange cuisine, various flowers, and sweets filling the air as Alain moved about the seemingly enchanting city. While he had been no stranger to people of color due to having lived in France for most of his childhood, he