Smutty Historical Romance Books Novels & Stories

A glance over their shoulder to find the rain halting; a view of blurry green mountains to the Edinburgh castle in the breathtaking sight of calmness. "It's all historical stuff," Emery put the book down; their coffee was done, and Hatice threw him another teasing stare, "Or you're just trembling because it's spooky." Her ruddy nose scrunched as soon as he kissed it, "Or I have even more interesting ones to read since all of these books get to nothing before that." His eyes stared at her; unwavering and soft in a pure affection and her forehead creased, known. "What?" His lips on her warm cheekbone, kissing and stroking against her skin. "Hatice."

Grace’s messages were odd… She nods. “Yes, I was on this site Mia recommended, it had all sorts of book recommendations, I checked the library, but it didn’t have the book. Mia showed me a website where I could buy the book and read on the tablet you got me.” she smiles widely. Then her face turns red. Is she blushing? “The book I was reading had a lot of those scenes. Mia told me they call those smut books. I didn’t understand a lot of the references. Like do you like it when a girl just thrusts her finger up your bum when you are getting a blowjob?” Grace asks. The woman by the next table head twists to us in horror. I look at my fiancée, I don’t know whether to scold her for saying that i

She hates herself for wanting this, for craving his touch even as her mind rebels against the idea of being his property. *He smirks at her feeble protests, feeling her body yield despite her weak objections. His hand slips beneath the hem of her robe, calloused fingers skimming over the smooth skin of her thigh.* Wrong? Nyet, zolotse. This is destiny. Fate. Your grandmother knew it, and now, so will you.

She laughed, thinking I was weak in mind, but somehow, a laugh tore from my chest. We laughed it off—the tension, the chemistry, just like we always did. I wasn't weak—I was just waiting for when she'd see me. Then, she'd be the first to find me as the dirtiest-hearted man who ever lived. The laughter filled the air until I raised the book in my hand. Fuck! One of her smutty books. “Drop that, Rhys!" She had barely stared a second before yelling. I didn't listen— as I flipped the thick cover of skulls and roses. The deduction read “To those who will always take it like the good girls they are….and would still swear they feel nothing"

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

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“ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“ Now that was the understatement of the century. “A silly mistake, my behind,” Edith cackled. “The Kama Sutra. The Joy of Sex. Dating for Dummies. The Multi-Orgasmic Couple. The Girlfriend's Guide to Great Sex.” Edith pointed to each of the books as she listed off the titles. Picking up the books, Mattie said, “This is my business. My personal, private business.” “Poppycock.” Edith stood, hands on her generous hips, blocking the door. “If you wanted this to be private, you wouldn’t have brought those books here.“

She lifts it to look at it then looks up at me. "Smut slut?" she asks. I chuckle a little and nod. "That's what's kind of embarrassing. The type of book it is. When we first showed up, we thought it was a fantasy war kind of book. Turns out, it's smut." I say. "What's smut?" she asks. "A uh... descriptive romance. Literary p**n. Cliterature, if you will." I say with a grin. I watch as she processes my words, her face going from scrunched and confused, to surprised until a wide smile splits across her face.

No penetration, but I would be okay with kissing someone and maybe some foreplay. By the time dinner rolled around, Tara and I were clutching our sides from laughing so hard. I found out that Tara Loved Smut Books. She told me the Smuttier the better. She even let me look at some of the books she brought with her, and she told me I could borrow to read any one of them that I want. I picked out one called ‘For Whom The Belle Tolls’ by Jaysea Lynn and Tara said I would love that one, and it’s one of her newest favorites.

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”