Romantic Novel Excerpts Novels & Stories

Scarlett’s POV Every breath I took carried the tang of salt, oil, and smoke the kind that burned at the back of your throat and never left. The city lights had long since disappeared behind us, swallowed by fog. Only the hum of the car engine and Damien’s steady breathing filled the silence. We hadn’t spoken since the explosion. There hadn’t been anything to say. The vault, the files, the answers are all gone. All except the single page now folded in my pocket, its red-circled words burned into my memory.

A smile crept up my face and burned my cheeks and I felt bad for getting mad at him for leaving me at the hotel earlier. I reached for the flowers that were carefully placed at the table edge with a heart shaped card and perceived it. The sweet and spicy smell of roses wafted up into my nostril and their velvety petals released a romantic fragrance that filled the air. My fingers flipped the red ribbon attached to the card as I read. The palpable feeling, invoking memories of gentle moments of love, chemistry that I couldn't deny. ‘To my only princess. Love always. Aldric’ A smile smeared my face, somehow.

“That rather gives the plot away, no?” I laughed. “Romance novels aren’t known for being subtle.” He plucked the book from my fingers before I could react. He held it over my head as he flipped through it. “Where are the love scenes? Ah, found one.” He raised one golden eyebrow as he began to read aloud: “‘A fire lit in her belly. Damian’s hands were magic. Everywhere he touched, it was like fire across her skin.’” “Oh my God, stop—” He just held the book up higher. Tall people were the worst.

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

He could smell her perfume, it was the first time he had noticed how sexual the scent was, as if was designed to attract men like a flower’s nectar attracts bees. Her face was coming nearer, her eyes connecting to his like limpets. Her mouth was ajar, her lips red like rubies. He descended the few inches which separated, his own mouth opening. They met, kissing passionately, tongues probing forward, exploring and teasing each other, their mouths trying to engulf the other, the lips both pressed together and moving around. His hands went lower over her ass cheeks, squeezing and cupping the round rump, as she too pulled him closer, her hands clamped together at the back of his neck.

They ventured to a quaint, riverside café nearby, its charming outdoor seating providing the perfect ambiance for their literary escapade. Seated at a cozy table adorned with a flickering candle, they ordered a carafe of rich red wine to accompany their reading. Aviana had chosen a particularly sensual passage from her classic novel, her voice taking on a sultry tone as she recited, "In the moonlight, their lips met in a fevered kiss, igniting a passion that had smoldered for far too long." Ethan leaned closer, the flickering candlelight casting enticing shadows across their faces. "You really know how to pick the steamy parts, Aviana."

he murmured, lying atop her, groaning at the sensation of skin against hot skin, softness against his hardness, her skin pale against his bronzed body. "You're even broader than you were that day," she murmured, her hands travelling up the length of his back and across his shoulders. "You're beautiful." "Not half as beautiful as you," he said fiercely, bending his head to feast on her sweet lips-she tasted of champagne and strawberries-odd that, as they'd had neither at dinner.

“Have you gotten to the part where he is ordered to have her hanged? Oh! It’s so gripping! I was on the edge of my seat. He pulls the lever. She falls with the noose around her neck, but as soon as she drops, he changes his mind, grabs her body, and runs away with her.” “No, not yet,” Nova said with annoyance, as if I had just ruined the book for her. “I don’t mean to spoil it for you. It’s just so romantic! He is so sweet, cooking for her, bathing her, reading to her every night, and caring for her for months! He even wants a family with her, and you know how men are nowadays about kids. Most men don’t want them.” I sighed wistfully, placing my hand over my heart.

I replied but was interrupted by her scream. "What?" "I found the book you need," her cheek instantly reddened as well. "Let me see," I grabbed the book from her hand, gazing at the cover. "Seducing him," was written on the cover and I smiled when I imagined seducing him in my head. "Luna, we should go sit, you need to get reading," "No, pick up a book, anyone of your choice," she was shy at first but then, she picked up one of the books that was a romance novel. It wasn't lengthy and I was sure she would be able to finish it before we left.

Romero had abandoned her, and she had not let a man touch her for almost eight months her body responded to the Prince instantly, her nipples puckered and hardened pushing against the material of her dress and her panties dampened. Desire burned through her body like a red-hot flame and his eyes darkened with pleasure at her response, he lifted his head to look into her beautiful emerald eyes glittering like stars in the moonlight. ‘Well, well, little English Rose there is fire behind the ice-cool demeanour’