Contemporary romance, which is set after World War II, is often what people mean when they refer to a romance novel. Contemporary romance novels—the largest subgenre—are set in the time when they are written, and usually reflect the mores of that time. Heroines in contemporary romances prior to 1970 usually quit working when they marry or have children—while heroines after 1970 usually have, and keep, a career. As contemporary romance novels have grown to contain more complex plotting and more realistic characters, the line between this subgenre and the genre of women’s fiction has blurred.
Nick took her face in his hands. “As you wish,” he said and touched his lips to hers, a soft whisper. “As you wish,” he murmured, and brushed her lips again. “As you wish,” he repeated, now kissing the spot on her cheek where her dimple appeared. “As you wish.” His lips moved feather-light over her cheekbones, her eyes, forehead, nose, against her ear. “Forever, Merry, as you wish,” he whispered before returning to her mouth.
I know the things she doesn’t talk about. At least some of them. I know what things used to keep her up at night. I know how good things used to be between us, once upon a war. And I know exactly the moment things got screwed up.
A man without memories, and the cop who never gave up hope. What neither man can know is that facing the very real demons of the past could very well destroy any kind of future they may think they have together.
Jake has never forgotten Emma, the dream girl whose life he destroyed. And she’s never stopped thinking about her first crush. As they grow closer—and old secrets are unearthed—will they be able to help each other heal, or will their hearts remain broken and burdened by the past?
“Mia, I’m in love with you. Have been for years, if the ache in my chest when you’re around means anything.” He glanced down, swallowed hard, and opened himself wide. “I’ve said those words before when I didn’t mean them and, for that, I’m sorry. Because those words are yours, baby. I’m yours.”
His tongue tangled with hers. Like they were two swords, fencing for the win. Because there would damn sure be a winner. The way they were grappling at each other? It wasn’t just fun. It was about proving something.
Duff Stewart has two specialties: restoring vintage motorcycles and doing bad things to beautiful girls at New Orleans’s most notorious BDSM club. And there’s no girl he’d rather be with than the stunning Layla Chouset.