Single Mom Romance Books Novels & Stories

I'm a sucker for romance novels but having a boyfriend in real life doesn't suit me at all. Romance novels are enough flirting and kissing for me. My all-time favorite romance book is The Kissing Booth. My mother says it's 'below my intelligence.' What can I say? I'm a sucker for kissing and handholding. Today is the last nice day of summer. I'm looking forward to eraser shavings covering my hands and the endless homework assignments that keep me busy when I come home to an empty house. Everything in that house is empty at night. I like living in the shadows.

I tried my best to click the heart button on my readers’ comments on my recent post. And ever since Pauline came to my life, I started writing a book about being a single mother which became a physical book after I finished writing it. My readers are thinking that my book about being a single mother is inspired of one of my readers, little did they know that it is inspired on my own experience being a single mother. And I know that my book about being a mother has a big impact on my readers especially those who are a single mother. They were commenting about their own experience which made me agree to them because I’ve also experienced those.

While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels. I also write there, and if you're fan of romance, adventure, African fiction, etc, you'll find them there! I'd really really appreciate if you could check my books out. Thanks in advance. 1. BABY'S DADDY (pregnancy-romance) 2 HER DILEMMA (erotica) 3. ALACRIMIA (General fiction) 4. ON AIR (pregnancy-romance)

“I was ashamed. I didn’t think I could bring him out in public…” I reached out and gently placed my hands over hers on her lap. “You never had to be ashamed with me,” I murmured. "There’s nothing shameful about being a single mother,” I said gently. “Back at the company in texas, didn’t you see Garie? Our secretary, she’s raising her child alone too, and she’s doing just fine.” Mimi gave a small shake of her head, her eyes distant. “Our stories aren’t the same,” she murmured. “I was raped while I was drunk. Garie... she came from an abusive home, but at least she had a choice.”

"Who cares about gambling when she's there with that gorgeous boss of hers?" I could practically hear Hazel's eyebrows waggling. "Speaking of Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Loaded..." "We're not speaking of him," I cut in quickly. "Why are you both on the phone?" "TV became boring, so Hazel brought me the romance novels I asked for," Mom said. "We're having a little book club meeting." "Mom, you're supposed to be resting. Dr. Williams specifically said you need to take it easy." "Oh, Maddie, I am resting. I'm lying in this fancy bed, surrounded by these incredibly soft pillows, while Hazel and I discuss whether the duke should choose the wallflower or the feisty redhead."

It’s only going to be for tonight after this night I’m never gonna see her again. Davika and I are not married yet and there’s no way she’s gonna fine out. I’ve only been in love once and that didn’t work out, since then it’s always been sex with random girls once in a blue moon till I met Davika. What we have isn’t love, but understanding and we’re cool with it. She’s has her money but I don’t mind spending mine on her too only if she stays out of my business. She has always mind hers and never caused me any trouble for me and that’s why we’re getting married, despite the fact that she is a single mother, I don’t know much about her child but I promised to take care of her like mind.

poor boy, she said, giving a kind of stare that looks like that of my late grandmother whenever she's giving me candy. I called you here because there's something bothering me, after my ex husband and I got divorced, I have been developing some kind of feelings for my son, she opened her mouth when I said that. "Please don't judge me yet", I said softly. Sometimes, if these feelings persist, my VJ Itches me and I get really wet. I know I shouldn't feel this way, so I called you here for your advice. Debbie listened to my explanation and said, You are gone girl, cut to the chase, you sexually attracted to your son, he is your flesh and blood, you shouldn't lust over him, she replied making a

"And here's the truth: I'm not perfect. But I never cheated. I never faked my vision. I've battled for every inch beneath my feet. If people despise me for that, so be it. I refuse to apologize for surviving." By the time she left, #SerenaSpeaks was trending. That night, Damien faced his mother again. Her expression was taut with disappointment. "You lost her." she stated. "She's not an object to be owned," he replied. "She's an asset gone rogue," she asserted. "She's a woman reclaiming her story," he countered. His mother rose to her feet. "Then you're no longer fit to oversee her file."

Skyler Jefferson lived in a medium apartment on the eastern coast of A city. She lived there alone. Her mother would always nag her to get herself a boyfriend but there hasn’t been any man that pleased her eyes, at least not romantically. It wasn’t that she was ugly appearance-wise, no she wasn’t. Skyler was beautiful, with shoulder-length honey brown hair, mesmerizing grey eyes, and hearty lips, she would easily get anyone, only that she wasn’t interested.

“You’re allowed to feel everything. Every ounce of it. I’ll sit here as long as you need.” Her fingers clenched into the bedsheets. “I… I keep thinking about when I was a child… alone. No one, no family. And now—now… even this.” Her voice broke. “Even now I can’t… have… what I wanted.” Richard’s chest vibrated with the faint murmur of his breathing, steady and solid. “Monet, you have me. Florence is here. Carter and Meredith… they love you. And no matter what, you are not alone. You are nothing. You are everything.”