Romance Sun Haven Novels & Stories

Nathan considered for a moment before offering, “I can learn it. It can be our secret language here. And when we wed, we’ll travel to Hanmin where the ocean is blue, and the fish is fresh.” Sarang laughed. “You hate fish.” “Just salmon.” Sarang’s eyes twinkled as he hummed in amusement. “There is a place in Hanmin,” he began, his voice taking on a wistful lilt. “The sunrise bathes it in gold, the vegetation is lush and vibrant, and the wind carries the scent of the sea. If you listen closely, you can hear spirits whispering through the trees. The ocean stretches out in endless blue, lapping at the shore of an island untouched by time, with fruits and creatures no one has discovered, and a mo

WINTER I pack my bags like I’m going to paradise, which, technically, I am. Thirty days of sun, wine, and couple-friendly activities at the Golden Retreat. I’m already picturing paddle-boarding, moonlit dinners, and maybe one of those couple spa sessions where they scrub your sins away. I step out of the house, glowing like a pre-honeymoon goddess in a sundress and lip gloss, only to find Mike at the car, zipping up the trunk with military precision and a face like I just told him I swallowed his promotion.

¨ he dropped the bomb on Helena who gasped in shock! ¨S…say that again, Noah?!! Helena whispered. *&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&*&* Justin had been planning a romantic getaway for weeks. He wanted to take Arabella somewhere special, where they could relax, have fun, and get to know each other better. He chose a beautiful resort on a secluded island, with white sandy beaches and crystal-clear waters. It was the perfect place for a romantic vacation.

"You're newlyweds. I'm just making sure Liam's treating you right." I swear this woman has zero filter. "We're fine," I mutter. "So that's a no." I don't answer and Cassandra's grin widens. "Oh, this is going to be fun." Suddenly, the tour takes a sharp turn. Instead of showing us beaches and villages, Cassandra starts pointing out hotels. "That's the Sunset Resort. It's very private with excellent room service." "And over there is the Moonlight Inn. Smaller, but they have these amazing suites with ocean views."

Had what point exactly, had my fairytale begun to unravel? *** I sipped champagne from a crystal flute and hummed in pleasure as I took in the sprawling beauty of my holiday home. A raunchy romance novel sat open on my lap. My straw hat was firmly in place. A few yards away, Julian surfed in the ocean. We were on vacation in the Hamptons. Today was the last day of summer. I applied another layer of sunscreen to my arms. It smelled like vanilla and cinnamon—my signature scent. I was doing up my shoulders when I felt his eyes on me.

The grandparents were always thrilled to have their precious granddaughter over, he had to now keep tabs on which grandparents had her last because it was becoming a serious competition. “Welcome to Palm Spring, Mr President and First Lady. You are booked in suite 20” the Marshal said as Aziza and Steve disembarked the presidential plane. Palm Spring was the ultimate exotic romantic getaway with suites overlooking the ocean and a chapel for lovers who decide to tie the knot while there.

She let go of my hand, unfolded the paper and ran her eyes over it… her mouth turning down. "What is this?" Sara finally asked, her eyes boring into mine. "It's a vacation to Las Vegas, Nevada," I answered cautiously, feeling unsure of her reaction. Had I misstepped, again? Sara nodded and ran her eyes over the paper again. "It looks amazing Jaxon; wine tasting, gondola rides, a helicopter tour." I nodded, feeling less nervous. "I wanted to make it romantic and I know you've never done most of that stuff. I figured we could make some new memories–recapture that magic from our honeymoon."

In awe, Sierra observed her surroundings as Caleb guided her through several gardens full of vibrant colors until finally reached an outdoor terrace where tables were set for dinner surrounded by flickering candles and lanterns that illuminated every corner of their private space while providing just enough light for them to see each other's faces without it being too bright or too dark. “I wanted this night to be special,” Caleb said with admiration in his voice. “I hope you like this place.” He pulled the chair out of the table for Sierra smiled. “So much,” she whispered. “It seems like I misjudged you. If Astrid tells me you’re a romantic, I won’t believe her at all.” “How about now?” Sie

“Damian… did you plan this whole honeymoon yourself?” “Of course I did.” He sounded almost annoyed she’d even asked. “I’m not leaving everything in the hands of Graham or Severin.” He handed her the list, Sunset yacht dinner, Couples pottery class, Beach movie night, Wine tasting, Snorkeling, Local town date night. She looked up. “These are… romantic.” “We’re supposed to be honeymooning.” “Yeah, but… this almost feels real.” He stiffened for half a second. “Then it’s working.”

The morning sunlight spilled across the suite as Cynthia stirred awake, feeling the warmth of Xavier’s arm wrapped lightly around her waist. The ocean whispered in the distance, a steady and calming rhythm that seemed to mirror the quiet excitement in her chest. This was their honeymoon, their first stretch of uninterrupted time together as husband and wife, and Cynthia couldn’t help but smile as she turned slightly to watch him sleeping.