روايات وقصص ضمن Romance Novels Set New Orleans

I gasped, but his mouth slammed down onto mine before I could finish the sentence. He kicked the car door shut behind us with his heel, carrying me up the front steps while kissing me with a fierce, frantic intensity. The front doors swung open, and we rushed into the main building. We didn't bother turning on the lights or stopping before heading upstairs to the master suite. We barely made it past his bedroom doorway before Callan started pulling me closer, his hands already moving over me. The moment we stepped fully into his big bedroom, Callan didn't wait even one second. His big hands grabbed my sweater, ripping it over my head and throwing it right onto the floor.

It fit neatly between the pages of Harper's, so that if anyone happened to wake, they would see her doing nothing more than perusing the articles on whether bustles were more flattering than crinolines, and just how much lace, flounces and ruffles were in style this year. Soon, she was lost in Diary of a Fallen Woman, which told of a southern belle who'd been rudely – though rapturously – used by Yankee soldiers and then escaped to become owner of a gambling hall in New Orleans. She was just at the part where the belle was down on her hands and knees, being taken from behind by a handsome former slave in exchange for a night's lodging, when she realized that she was being watched. She'd been

It was a beautiful night late Febuaryi n New Orleans durning the most famous Mardi Gras Tala was just closing up her mothers cystal shop and decided to enjoy the night and festitives. She was walking alone in the french quarter. The streets were crowded music was loud, the energy was vibrant. As she was walking she decided to go into her favorite bar. She ordered her favorite drink and sat at a table in the bars private court yard. As she was relaxing and taking in the atmosphere she looked over and saw the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Her beautiful tan skin, stong body and beautiful bold features. Tala knew she had to intoduce herself. So she sat there to finish her drink buildin

Tiffany scoffed so hard she almost choked. "If I was Deja? Oh baby, I'm haunting EVERYBODY. Ren wake up in cold sweats hearing 'you ain't sh*t' in the middle of the night. Dominique can't look in a mirror without seeing me standing behind her like 'still a homewrecker, huh?'" She flopped back down on the couch, shaking her head, completely disgusted. "And the author really sat there and wrote this like this was romantic or something? Girl this not tragic romance. This is character assassination."

My steps faltered, my eyes narrowing instinctively. There, under the sprawling oak tree, was Olivia. She was asleep, her body curled up on the soft grass, a book lying forgotten beside her. The sunlight filtered through the leaves above, casting delicate patterns on her face. Her ash-blonde hair glimmered with streaks of gold, scattered haphazardly across her flushed cheeks. Her lashes, long and dark, rested softly against her pale skin, and her lips—slightly parted—betrayed the hint of a sigh.

Lying on his back, his arms folded behind his head he would watch the sea and dream while his mother searched the bailey for hours, her lilting voice de-manding he return. Adrienne told him about the nuns and the sultry streets of New Orleans, even got him to say it like the locals did a time or two. N'Awlins. And he listened without chiding her for believing such fantasy. Whether he believed she was weav-ing tall tales or he somehow placed it all in the context of the sixteenth century, she didn't know. All she did know was that he listened to her like a man had never listened before. So she told him about Marie Leveau the voodoo queen and Jean Laffite the famous pirate, and the great plant

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A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night. A shrill voice announced, "The time has come. Let the bride enter!" A black carriage, lavishly decorated yet unsettling, rolled in slowly. The door opened, and a bride in a blood-stained wedding dress stepped out gracefully. "Where's my groom?" George hurried over, waving for the puppets to drag me away. He pointed at the players seated at a long table. "My lady, please take a look. Which one do you favor?" The bride lifted her veil. Blood slid down her face like melting wax. Her crimson eyes swept across the crowd. "I'm not satisfied with any of them. Not a single one looks pleasing."

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.........

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.