Travel Romance Novels & Stories

The romance becomes a beautiful fire. His cockhead nudges my entrance. The pressure builds. My pussy pulses with readiness. Wet heat invites him inside. He pauses. His forehead rests against mine. Our breathing mingles together. Love and lust intertwine in this one perfect moment. The slide in feels imminent. The romance blazes bright. It promises so much more.

“You’re impossible.” “You love it.” “Unfortunately,” she said. “Yes.” The light changed. I pulled us forward. The bond eased, just a notch. Enough to breathe. “Nothing says romance like feral wolves hell-bent on killing you,” she shot back. I laughed before I could stop myself. The sound filled the car, broke the pressure a bit. She leaned back, crossing her arms. “And for the record, this is the closest you get to romance. Night drive. Ocean view. Haunted coastline.”

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

Treasure sighed and leaned her head back against the seat again. Thinking, maybe this is really how he feels about her. This trip is not going to be what she thought. He would be trying to make advances at her, and she would be trying to break things off between them. Treasure had imagined Jake wining and dining her and whispering sweet nothings in her ear to coerce her to go to bed with him. There's no way he could call this a romantic holiday with no physical contact. Treasure had to figure out if Jake was really serious about what he was saying to her. So she slid her arm on the armrest with his, she felt his fine hairs and warm flesh.

Rosa smiled, her smile fake and distant "Maybe they were listening to our conversation yesterday. About the books, you know, I would love your children to be avid readers” Nicolas's face brightened a little. "Did you finish the one you were reading last night?" He asked taking a sip of his coffee. "Yes. It was beautiful. I really enjoyed it, besides, I am happy with it and with everything. A really good romance book. I never knew you knew how to read books like that." Rosa took a sip of her coffee. "Do you have any other recommendations?" Nicolas sat down across from her. "There's this one about a woman who travels through different worlds. Each world has its own rules and magic. The world a

Then a slow, soft smile spread across his lips- the kind that made him look almost human, almost gentle, even though I knew the darkness still lurked just beneath. “Whatever you want, baby,” he murmured, kissing my forehead. “A movie sounds perfect.” He got up and browsed through the streaming apps on the TV. “What kind do you want? Action? Thriller? Or something soft?” “Romcom,” I said quietly, already changing into my soft silk shorts and a loose top. The fabric felt cool against my still-sensitive skin. I climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over my legs. Tristan chose a popular romantic comedy and dimmed the lights before sliding into bed beside me. He immediately pulled me between his

“Is that what you do?” “Sure do.” “Shut up,” she said, delighted at this tidbit of information. “What kind?” “Oh, military romance, all the way. Some romantic suspense, maybe the occasional paranormal romance.” She laughed aloud. “Vampires?” “Nope. Shifters. I’m very partial to wolves. Shape-shifting, growling wolves that move in packs.” “Shut up,” she said again. “OK, no. I’m totally lying. I’ve never read a racy romance in the whole of my life. But I had you going for a minute there, huh?”

They feel like they are the only two people in the world, lost in each other's embrace. So, even though they've been married for a long time, this trip has brought them closer together. They feel like they are falling in love all over again. After their romantic river cruise, they head back to their hotel room. They enjoy a candlelit dinner and spend the rest of the evening dancing in the moonlight. They feel like they are the only two people in the world, and they never want the night to end.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that