Summer Reading Romance Novels & Stories

Evan Shaw was famous for sticking to his principles. He was punctual, followed every rule, and never made exceptions. Yet when it came to going to City Hall to get married to Roxie Foster, he had stood her up eight times. The first time, his former underclassman, Sylvia Young, was returning after eight years abroad, and he had to pick her up from the airport. The second time, Sylvia accidentally burned her finger while cooking. The third time, Sylvia's son got sick. ... This was the eighth time. Once again, Evan didn't show up. He only called in a hurry and said, "Something came up. I'll be there." Roxie watched their number get skipped again and again until the clerk behind the window tappe

“Where—” “Inside,” I gasp. “Please.” He buries deep, coming with a guttural sound—hot pulses filling me, spilling out around him as he keeps moving through it. We collapse sideways, still joined, his arms wrapping around me. His cum leaks slowly from me, warm and sticky between my thighs. He kisses my shoulder, breathing hard. “This summer…” “Is ours,” I finish, turning to kiss him softly. He doesn’t argue. The heat wave continues, and so do we—stolen afternoons, midnight swims, bodies tangled under the stars.

“Yeah, after being between our legs.” Rowen chuckles. “There’s that, too.” That’s when Arya joins us. She hugs Rowen tight and gives us a look. “Kiss your mates. It’s almost time.” Rowen cups Summer’s face and kisses her like he’s imprinting the memory in his bones. “I’ll see you soon,” he says. Summer nods, face steely. She’s switched into Elite mode. “See that you do.” Then she grabs his collar and yanks him into one hell of a kiss.

"But I'm curious, what does romance mean to you?" Max leaned in closer to Chloe, his voice low and husky, as he whispered softly into her ear, "Romance is like the changing sky at dusk, with colors shifting and blending together to create something new and beautiful each time. It's like the dance of fireflies on a warm summer evening, a dazzling display that takes your breath away.” His words flowed like a gentle stream, carrying with them the promise of something sweet and special. Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, and a shiver ran down her spine like a gentle breeze on a summer day, as she turned away to hide the reddened flush on her cheeks.

Luke's eyes followed me as I walked past him through the door, his arms still crossed. It was beautiful outside. A perfect spring day in the beginning of May. The news ran stories every night about how little snow we had received this year, but it was hard to complain when it was so gorgeous outside. The sky turned bluer every day as the heat of summer approached. Even though it was only May, I was wearing short sleeved shirts. The sun felt deliciously warm on my skin as I leaned up against the railing and looked out at the pine trees. This summer was going to be miserable, though. I could already feel the dryness in the air, the grass turning browner instead of greener. I couldn't remember

"Are you okay? Like for real, okay?" Aiden nodded, sucking in a breath of salty air and releasing it with a sigh. "I think so. Or at least, I will be. You've given me a lot to think about. Thanks for symbolically smacking me upside the head." Jessie gave her a half smirk at that, then looped her arm through Aiden's once more. "Anytime, Bestie." "Now that my dicey love life is out of the way, Mitch suggested I float this to you. What do you think about having the wedding here at my place this summer? Right on the beach…"

the movie echoed. “Your kisses feel like vocalnic eruptions on my lips” he whispered to her ears. “Your caresses feel like furrows burying in deeply until I'm shivering”. “Yesss Nate,” the girl in the movie moaned. “Fuck me harder,” she responded. Belle had always been a die hard romantic. And even though she never admits it, she was a lover girl. Just as she kept watching her movie whilst she enjoyed feeling the wind in her hair and face, she suddenly heard a loud, yet familiar voice screaming at her.

“And if you get there and decide you’ve made a mistake, you can always dump him and hit the shops. I hear they’re cute and quaint. Of course, it would be a shame to waste all that new silk and lace.” Her friend’s eyes twinkled with mischief, and Rowena felt a twinge of envy. Why couldn’t she be more like Summer? Throw caution out of the window and let the past be damned? “Just do me one favor...” “Please, don’t ask me to tell you stuff...” “You will but I was thinking of something else… Just don’t fall in love, Rowe. Okay?” “Oh, I have no intention…” Summer stared at her, the sparkle gone. “You say that now, sweetie, but you haven’t had sex in a long, long, long time. Take it from someone wh

I rolled my eyes, massaging my forehead that was starting to ache before responding. “Yes, he was my rival and enemy. But that was years ago before we got to know each other and fell in love. And it was in eighth grade, not third." Silence fell for the next few minutes as we just looked at each other. Clarissa entered the room, her lips curled into a sneer, trying to join a conversation she clearly wasn’t part of. “You’re making a big mistake, Summer,” I stared irritably when she said that, my face scrunched up as she approached, supporting my mother who had returned to her dramatic state. “Alessandro is heartbroken right now.”