Summer Romance Books Novels & Stories

"Do you always ask questions, or is it just that you're rarely ready to hear the answers?" For a moment, Aidan hesitated. For the first time in his perfectly sculpted life, he looked truly uncertain. Good. "I don't believe it," Isabella spat. "You're just doing this to embarrass me." Serena stepped in, her voice cutting like cold steel. "You mean like sending me a wedding invitation with your name written all over it?" Isabella turned ashen. And then, Serena did something daring. She casually looped her arm through Damien's, leaning into his side as if they had done it a hundred times before.

“You almost took me out there.” She blinked, then let out a faint breath, crouching as well to gather the rest. “Sorry. I didn’t see you.” “That much is obvious,” I said, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth. I picked up another book, my eyes catching on the pastel-colored cover. I turned it so I could read the title. “‘Kisses in the Rain,’” I read aloud, raising a brow. “So, you have a killer taste. Romcoms, huh?”

For just a second, I caught a glimpse of pain flickering across his face before it vanished behind his usual icy facade. "The wedding's next month," he said. "Nora needs a bridesmaid." Nora Hunter. The girl who had shown up out of the blue three months ago, 20 and all sunshine with her blonde hair and blue eyes, clueless about the shadows in the world. Francis had welcomed her into the mansion, showered her with jewels, and paraded her around at every high-society event. Francis kept whispering sweet nothings to me, even as he was gearing up to marry someone else.

“This is ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s a love story that many women adore.” Jack took the book and examined the cover. “It looks interesting. What else would you recommend?” The sales assistant continued selecting books, giving a brief description for each one. “Oh, and we also have some romantic adventure books, like ‘Treasure Island’ by Robert Louis Stevenson, which focuses more on adventure and pirates.” Jack listened carefully and selected several books with the assistant’s guidance. “I think she’ll like these,” he said, smiling. The sales assistant smiled back, growing a bit curious about the lucky woman who had managed to tie down a confirmed bachelor like Jack Colt.

Perhaps all his previous misfortunes were meant to bring the immense luck of him meeting Hannah. Hannah blinked slowly. Something in her mind cleared up. It seemed like she had been too constrained by the book. The book revolved around Misty and Cedric's love story, and the side characters were only there to serve them. However, the world was never as simple as it was depicted in the book. The characters that weren't mentioned in the book were real; the food was real, and the scent of the flowers was real as well. Darren, who was only briefly mentioned in the book, not only didn't pass away at a young age, but he became more successful than everyone else.

I was only eight at the time and I don't really remember. Aiden finds me in my small library reading a romance book of course. Things that are more embarrassing than having a crush find me sitting in my grandpa's large chair reading a romance novel. He looks at the cover and sees a chiseled bare chest of some man whose name I don't know. Probably a model for some sports magazine. On the cover, he's caressing a lady whose back is turned towards him and her chest is bare and open and exposed. Everything about it is graphic, the way all romance novels are these days. The title is something awful as well something like My Brother's Sexy Best Friend by Jane Doe. I'm not sure who Jane Doe is but s

It was almost as if he’d put a no-go zone between them. Welly isn't that what you wanted? Not now . The air was warm and hazy, the buzz of crickets all around them, and after a larger than normal lunch and two glasses of wine, her thoughts were drifting off down Fantasy Lane . . . A warm, lazy summer’s afternoon, a field of warm, daisy-filled grass with no cow-pats, the remains of a picnic and you-know-who. They’d just be starting the second bottle of Moet et Chandon - pink, for preference - and she’d be lying on her back in the grass. He’d be lying beside her, propped on one elbow, tickling her chin with a buttercup and feeding her strawberries. They’d be laughing lazily, and then slowly, i

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“If I haven’t met anyone in three years, then I probably won't meet anyone else for the rest of my life. Mom, you’ve introduced me to so many different women in the past three years and I never laid my hands on any of them. Isn’t that right?” “Serena counts. Aren’t the two of you getting along just right? If you don’t like Serena, I can accept that lover of yours named Suzy too!” “There’s no feeling between Serena and I. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have dragged on for three years without getting married. As for Suzy, she’s just a student I helped before. There’s nothing going on between us.” “You… What’s so great about that woman?” Heather was so angry she could not speak coherently.

He started to help her unpack her books, glancing at the spines as they started to shelve them in a tiny bookshelf that wouldn’t hold even half of her collection. Jane Austen, Charlotte Brontë, Elizabeth Gaskell, John Keats, Shakespeare, Virginia Woolf, Charles Dickens—so many books, most of which had clearly been read over and over again. Some were falling apart, barely glued together. When he took out a copy of Frankenstein, the cover fell off entirely. “Oh, poor guy. This one has been through a lot.” Rose took the book from him, smiling. That smile burst something inside him. Something hot, something dangerous. Something that felt exactly like longing. He caught his breath and forced hims