Women's Historical Fiction Novels & Stories

The baby ultimately died. The public was outraged. [I guess the mistress’ pet dog matters more than the poor mother and child to these brothers.] [I mean, I love dogs, but I can’t understand Austin and Aaron’s behavior.] [The brothers fell in love with the same woman. Their wives are the ones suffering.] [Kirsty claims to help strays while abusing them in secret. She’s one to screw with the wives and upset them into early labor. The bitch deserves to die.] [Kirsty is after married men, and not just one. She has her sights on a pair of brothers. She should be ashamed of herself.]

I hope to touch base with you on social media soon! About the Author Multi-genre author of Victorian maritime romance/family saga, Heiresses in Love, and 18 other books. Marie Lavender lives in the Midwest with her family and two cats. She has been writing for a little over twenty-five years, with more works in progress than she can count on two hands. Since 2010, Marie has published 21 books in the genres of historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic comedy, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, dramatic fiction, fantasy, science fiction, mystery/thriller, literary fiction and poetry.

The History Museum was hosting a mandatory program for women later that afternoon, and it was a pleasant surprise that the Omegas were invited. My mom couldn't stop fussing about a decent outfit. I couldn't care less about my appearance since the alpha would not be there. The venue was big and surreal, with several collections of books written by female authors, artwork, and werewolf historical clothing and accessories worn by influential women throughout history. I gawked at the pictures and artifacts showing the women's suffrage movement and grinned as I imagined the wife-on-strike movement, when women were not allowed to vote and were only considered objects of sex.

Daniel ran his empire like a king who knew his power was his, and he didn’t need to prove it. I turned the gun in my hand, inspecting it as Daniel had taught me. In Kane's Mafia, women were child-bearers and housekeepers. They had no role except to spend money, warm their beds, keep quiet about mistresses, bear the heir, and die alone when it was time. But Daniel let anyone choose. Even his underboss was a woman. His women also received maximum care and were protected by their husbands. He stood behind me, arms crossed over his bare chest.

Stella immediately began to make tea, loose leaf, in a pretty china pot, and set out mismatched dainty teacups. “In ancient times, women and men were much more equal than you are taught in school,” Stella said as she carefully placed delicately iced cookies onto fragile looking plates. “Historians and archaeologists of the past were mostly male. They interpreted their findings and texts with a male bias, and in doing so, framed the roles of women and men in past societies according to their own agendas. This erasure of the truth was just another step in the war against women that started in antiquity and continues to this day.

The kind of noting that did not feel like noting at the time and revealed itself later as a catalogue when you went looking, which I had not gone looking but was apparently looking now, standing on the pavement outside Fielding's on a Tuesday in March. History. She read history. Not the popular kind, not the narrative history of television documentaries and airport bookshops, though I did not think she was opposed to those on principle. The specific kind. Social history. The history of ordinary people in extraordinary circumstances. A book about the women who ran businesses in medieval England whose husbands were at war. A book about the domestic interior life of sixteenth century Antwerp. T

The line went silent. “Are you relocating?” “Yes.” “Tonight?” “Yes.” Hayes didn’t question it further. “I’ll make the arrangements.” The call ended. Evelyn leaned both hands against the edge of her desk. Her breathing slowed gradually. Five years ago she had nearly lost everything in a single night of fire and betrayal. She had spent years rebuilding a life for herself and for Silas. She would not allow that life to be destroyed again. Not by the past. Not by hidden research.

The name of a certain novel came inside of her mind— The Lady's Possessive Prince— and thinking about it, she found it funny how she had to dream about the novel now. The novel was quite popular amongst her workmates, and the reason she took interest in it was because of how the female lead had the same name to her— 'Seraphine'. Reading it, Seraphine got to learn how it took place in the western historical setting, and the era wasn't quite clear to her. The story centered around the female lead, 'Seraphine'. Like all the female lead, 'Seraphine' was kind and well-liked by most around her, and throughout the story, she gained love of more people.

"But that is the purpose of it. Books are designed to give you a wide sense of imagination. They were created so all of us can see beyond the physical world. I am not a good reader but I still can't stop myself from reading a lot of books about keeping calmness in my heart. If you ask me why I read those kinds of books, I will give you a lot of answers you would be pleased to hear." "I wish that was easy to actually do. I am more of a fan of historical books. I like reading about the dark ages and how medieval men lived their lives when the Catholic Church was killing millions of innocent people in the name of God." "So, you do read a lot?" The woman cut me quickly. "I didn't say I read a lo

Which suited her situation just fine since she had her hands full with Madame Blanchard’s classes and the many renovations. Madame Blanchard was a short, but perky little woman who suited the school mouse look. Chestnut hair always in a bun, high collared blouse, and dresses that went out of fashion ages ago! She was happy all the time it seemed to Rose, which got on her nerves some days. Who could always be so happy?!