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6 More Kindle 99 Cent Romance Novels

18 Jun

A continuation of 6 Best 99 Cents Kindle Romance Novels– for more interesting, romantic reading.

A Kiss To Die For by Claudia Dain

Bounty hunter Jack Skull is on the trail of a killer working the old Abilene Trail, tracking him north from Texas to Kansas. Jack has been tracking him through the dust and the desolation of lonely miles, determined to catch the man who kills pretty, lonely women, women who fall under the spell of a man’s lying promises.
Jack rides into Abilene, a hard man on a cold trail, and Abilene, a town grown peaceful since the herds have moved west, just wants him gone. Jack looks like trouble, and Jack is trouble for Anne, who takes one look at him and falls hard.
The trouble with Jack is, he knows he’s no good for Anne. The trouble with Anne is, she wants what’s no good for her. Anne is tired of living such a careful, proper life. Anne wants a taste of the kind of rugged danger that Jack represents. Jack, a drifter, wants the brand of home and family that Anne is sick to death of.
They’ve got nothing in common, but the trouble is, they’re hungry for each others’ kisses. With a murderer on the loose and Jack distracted by Anne, it could be a kiss to die for.

No More Lies by Mona Risk

A lie that brings a smile… or the truth that draws tears?
Dr. Olivia Crane lives a quiet life. No one questions why she doesn’t socialize or where she spends every weekend.
When the visiting physician from France strolls into her office, with open arms and a confident smile, her perfect control is about to crumble.
Good God, he can’t be Dr. Luc George, the man she loved ten years ago? Should she return his scorching kisses, or should she lock her door before he digs into her many secrets?
Secret daughter, secret friend, secret enemy. Had Luc really known his sweet Olivia back then? He wants her back, but he wants the truth, too. Now, Olivia has to face her past before she can grab her second chance.

The Enemy’s Son by Kristin James

Cora discovers her father is in trouble… and the only person who can help her is the enemy’s son, Nick Holloway.
Her father couldn’t have stolen a million dollars, so how is he going to replace it? In one week?
Nick is ordered to take Cora out into the wilderness to a remote cabin to keep her father in line. He claims he wants to help Cora and says he’s deceiving the Hollways to keep her safe…but what if he’s playing both sides? He could be using her attraction to him against her. Cora can’t allow herself to trust Nick, no matter how sexy he is.
Nick isn’t the only one offering to help. Alexander Pierce could scare the devil but he can also track down anyone in a day. He warns Cora that if she wants to find her father alive, he’s the way. Is it possible both Nick and Alexander have secret feelings for her? With her dad’s life on the line, she might have to play her own little game.
Soon she’s running from her feelings for Nick, running from creepy Alexander and the rest of the Holloways, and trying to find her father somewhere in the city of Eugene. To make matters worse, everyone thinks she has access to the missing money.
The clock is ticking…

Neighbors and More by Mona Risk

Neighbors and More is a romantic suspense, and the first book of the High Rise Series.
High Rises are like large families where members face love, hate, meddling, and gossiping. When the neighbor who was harassing her is found dead in the Jacuzzi, Alexa is a prime suspect. Can she count on her dear neighbors, including the delectable Italian, Dante, for help? With too many skeletons in their own closets, would they save Alexa or incriminate her?

More than Memories by Kristin James

Can she love him if she can’t remember him? Molly Anderson returns “home” to a town she doesn’t remember, hoping it will spark a memory. She runs into Trent Williams, a Ridge City police detective, and something else definitely sparks.
He wants to know why she left town, with her parents, but without a word to anyone. She doesn’t remember that life. She can only tell him she knew her parents briefly before they died . . . or were murdered, she’s not sure. She hopes regaining her memory will help answer that question.
Trent has his own secrets, but they have a mystery to solve. As they work together and Molly meets their old friends, she realizes their relationship went deeper than memories. In fact, she grew up in Ridge City, even though her parents had said they lived there just a few years. How could she have forgotten her lifelong friend and love? Can she love him again if she doesn’t remember him? There’s also the possibility that she did something awful — and maybe that’s why she’s afraid to remember her old life.
Molly knows she wants him now, but the truth might destroy their love.

To Dare the Duke of Dangerfield by Bronwen Evans

Top 5 Finalist in the Kindle Book Review Indie Romance Book of the Year 2012.Let the Wicked Wagers Begin…
Lady Caitlin Southall’s temper has finally got the better of her. She’s challenged Harlow Telford, the Duke of Dangerfield, the most notorious rake in all of England, to a wager. She wants her house back. The one her destitute father lost to Dangerfield in a card game. But if she doesn’t win their bet, she not only loses her home, she loses her dignity and pride and damn it all, maybe her heart… For the handsome Duke has decreed, when he wins, she must spend the night in his bed.
Harlow Telford is amused by his hellion neighbor, Caitlin, or Cate to her friends, who seem to encompass everyone on earth except him. When she bursts into one of his private gatherings, he mistakes her for the entertainment. Her slap across his face sets him straight and raises the absurd desire to seduce the unconventional beauty into his bed. When she issues her daft challenge to win back her father’s pile of rubble, the terms are set. And he’ll do anything to win–except fall in love…

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Bonnie and Clyde

23 May

69 years ago today Bonnie and Clyde died an epic death. Lovers in life and lovers in death, their romantic story captured hearts around the world. Their adventures and relationship create a titillating story as fantastic as something from a book or legend. Bonnie was a sweet, well-educated girl of 18 when she met Clyde. Though Clyde was also 18, he had already had many run-ins with the law. He had a sporadic education, a rebellious nature, a love for playing saxophone music, and a charming air. Clyde was visiting a girlfriend when he saw Bonnie cooking in the kitchen. Bonnie and Clyde fell in love the moment they saw each other.

Bonnie found out about Clyde’s problems with the law when the police came to arrest him. He was sentenced to two years in prison. Bonnie visited every day and eventually managed to smuggle him a gun and he escaped that night. Clyde was caught and imprisoned again. Since he was too far away to visit, Bonnie and Clyde constantly wrote to each other. When Clyde got out, thanks to his mother’s pleas, he tried to clean up his act, but found it impossible. He returned to Bonnie to continue their life together, in a stolen car. They were chased, and while Clyde got away, Bonnie was caught and spent several months in prison. She whiled away the time by writing poetry. No matter what happened, how many people Clyde killed, Bonnie always stuck by his side, wildly in love with her man.

Bonnie and Clyde traveled the country, robbing, killing, getting shot, and loving each other passionately. The couple fascinated the newspapers, who published their stories. The articles captures the interests and hearts of people across the country in these hard times. The couple was found even more endearing when someone found some film and developed it- to discover that it was pictures of the rebellious couple.

One time Bonnie and Clyde stole a car. The owner saw it and chased after them in a friend’s car with her in it. The car chase ended when the owner of the car realized that they would never be able to catch up to the wild, gutsy criminals. The rebels took the owner of the car and his friend in the stolen car and drove while with them, Bonnie holding a gun to them. Bonnie told them that she would have shot their captives if they weren’t so likable. Bonnie asked the owner of the stolen car what he did for his profession. When he answered undertaker, Bonnie laughed and said that he’d probably see her again soon.

Bonnie and Clyde drove off a bridge. Clyde and one of their associates escaped, but Bonnie was pinned under the car when it caught fire. Locals called the police helped her from the burning wreckage. The police were overpowered by the Barrow gang. Clyde carried Bonnie into a car and loaded the police in as well and drove off. The cops were later released. The thieves ran into more trouble as members of the Barrow gang were shot and Clyde was in another car accident while trying to escape. Bonnie’s leg would be deformed for the rest of her short life since they couldn’t risk getting proper medical attention.

Bonnie and Clyde wanted to visit their parents. On their way there they were ambushed and shot at. Though both were hit in the leg, they managed to run away. Law officers begin to harass Bonnie and Clyde’s families, hoping for information on where the couple are. A special agent is hired to track Bonnie and Clyde.

One of the Barrow Gang’s member’s father sided with the police and helped them set a trap for Bonnie and Clyde. Officers waited for the couple with armor-piercing bullets. In the morning the couple approached in a stolen car. They were told to give up. They reached for their guns. The police started shooting. Clyde was shot in the head and killed. Bonnie screamed as she watched her lover die. She would not mourn long. 167 bullets shot through the car, killing Bonnie. 50 bullets passed through the bodies of Bonnie and Clyde. Bonnie was 23. Clyde was 24.

Though Bonnie and Clyde wished to be buried together, Bonnie’s parents wouldn’t have it. Over 20,000 people came to see Bonnie buried. Clyde was buried next to his brother under a stone with a quote he chose, “Gone but not forgotten.”

“The Story of Suicide: The Ballad of Bonnie and Clyde.”

By Bonnie Parker

We, each of us, have a good alibi
For being down here in the joint;
But few of them are really justified,
If you get right down to the point.
You have heard of a woman’s glory
Being spent on a downright cur.
Still you can’t always judge the story
As true being told by her.
As long as I stayed on the island
And heard confidence tales from the gals,
There was only one interesting and truthful,
It was the story of Suicide Sal.
Now Sal was a girl of rare beauty,
Though her features were somewhat tough,
She never once faltered from duty,
To play on the up and up.
Sal told me this tale on the evening
Before she was turned out free,
And I’ll do my best to relate it,
Just as she told it to me.
I was born on a ranch in Wyoming,
Not treated like Helen of Troy,
Was taught that rods were rulers,
And ranked with greasy cowboys. . . .
You’ve read the story of Jesse James
Of how he lived and died
If you’re still in need of something to read
Here’s the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow Gang,
I’m sure you all have read
how they rob and steal and those who squeal
are usually found dying or dead.
There’s lots of untruths to these write-ups
They’re not so ruthless as that
Their nature is raw, they hate all law
Stool pigeons, spotters, and rats.
They call them cold-blooded killers
They say they are heartless and mean
But I say this with pride, I once knew Clyde
When he was honest and upright and clean.
But the laws fooled around and taking him down
and locking him up in a cell
‘Til he said to me, “I’ll never be free,
So I’ll meet a few of them in hell.”
The road was so dimly lighted
There were no highway signs to guide
But they made up their minds if all roads were blind
They wouldn’t give up ’til they died.
The road gets dimmer and dimmer
Sometimes you can hardly see
But it’s fight man to man, and do all you can
For they know they can never be free.
From heartbreak some people have suffered
From weariness some people have died
But all in all, our troubles are small
‘Til we get like Bonnie and Clyde.
If a policeman is killed in Dallas
And they have no clue or guide
If they can’t find a fiend, just wipe the slate clean
And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde.
There’s two crimes committed in America
Not accredited to the Barrow Mob
They had no hand in the kidnap demand
Nor the Kansas City Depot job.
A newsboy once said to his buddy
“I wish old Clyde would get jumped
In these hard times we’s get a few dimes
If five or six cops would get bumped.”
The police haven’t got the report yet
But Clyde called me up today
He said, “Don’t start any fights, we aren’t
working nights, we’re joining the NRA.”
From Irving to West Dallas viaduct
Is known as the Great Divide
Where the women are kin, and men are men
And they won’t stool on Bonnie and Clyde.
If they try to act like citizens
And rent a nice flat
About the third night they’re invited to fight
By a sub-gun’s rat-tat-tat.
They don’t think they’re tough or desperate
They know the law always wins
They’ve been shot at before, but they do not ignore
That death is the wages of sin.
Some day they’ll go down together
And they’ll bury them side by side
To few it’ll be grief, to the law a relief
But it’s death for Bonnie and Clyde.

11 Romantic Valentine’s Day Stories

11 Feb

Hugs All The Way

I left a teddy bear with a card in its arms on every step up to the top of the stairs. When my Girlfriend got home, she slowly followed the cards upstairs reading each one. Each card had a nice message and a letter starting with I. The letters spelled I LOVE YOU. When she got to the top of the stairs, I repeated the message she just collected from the cards. I then kissed her softly on the lips and handed her a small wrapped gift. She opened it to find a beautiful white gold/diamond necklace. She was shocked and grabbed me and started kissing me. I then drove her to the restaurant of her choice. we ate a delicious dinner then I ordered a specially made desert that I had asked to be prepared when we got there. I gave her the first bite from my fork. We spent the rest of the time there looking into each others eyes smiling and talking about how we liked each other so much. I then drove us back to her place. She was so happy with me that she grabbed me and started passionately kissing me right inside the door. We then barely made it to the living room where we proceeded to have some of the best Sex I have ever experienced. After that we went to bed, cuddled and laid there talking for a bit. I then go up and ran her a hot bath with her favorite bath crystals. I gave her a massage in the bath tub for about 30 min. We then want back to bed and she fell asleep in my arms.

plz22

Romance Poem Come To Life

My most romantic Valentine’s Day was last year. My husband kept me completely in the dark about what he was doing. At lunch that day, he called me to tell me to go and look in my car. There, I found a note saying, “Roses are red, chrysanthemums are blue…” Lo and behold, there was a blue chrysanthemum on the seat of my car. When I got home, there were rose petals on the doorstep. I went inside and saw a rose-petal path leading all the way to a table, where he had laid out a dozen roses and a gift basket full of bath gels and soaps. Then I found the rest of the poem! It was so romantic. The rest of it read: “Chocolates are sweet and so are you.” He had attached a chocolate rose to that card.

—Angela Weaver

Relaxing Romance

Last year, my boyfriend told me to pack an overnight bag. We drove to a local mineral spa resort where he dropped me off for an hour-long massage. Afterwards, he brought me to a luxury suite with our own private mineral spa. The room was decorated with fresh flowers and he’d prepared a picnic dinner for us to share on the patio, complete with champagne and fresh strawberries for dessert. Later, we curled up together and listened to a playlist of our favorite love songs on his iPod. What made the evening even more special was that it was completely unexpected. He was a student at the time and had saved up for months in order to pamper me like that.
—Katy McGrath, California

Romantic Ride

My most romantic Valentine’s Day was last year. Neither my boyfriend nor I had a lot of money, so we agreed that we wouldn’t really celebrate. We chose to put what little money we had together and try to go to dinner. After dinner at a local place we headed out to the car. To my surprise, there were two dozen gorgeous pink roses in the driver’s seat of my car. He had his mother put them there while we were eating dinner. It was the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me!

—Clairicutie

Silver

I was married on Valentine’s Day, going on 26 years ago this year, but I have to say my husband really got me good last year on our silver anniversary last year. He can never surprise me, but he did this time. He plotted, planned and looked for over a years or so to find the right new vehicle for me, then had them hold it, made plans at a nice small romantic restaurant by the fireplace. Everything was done in silver. We were waited on hand and foot, then he presented me with a beautiful card and a small silver box, I thought it was jewelry of course, but when I opened the box, there were a set of car keys. He grabbed my hand and said “run.” We ran out of the restaurant, down the street and around the corner there was a brand new blue Jeep with the biggest silver bow I have ever seen. His nephew took pictures of the whole thing to catch my expressions. It was great and one romantic Valentine’s Day!

Mrs. Butterfly

Surprise Wedding

A few days before the holiday, my boyfriend bought me a wonderful card with old-fashioned lace, a dozen red roses and a large box of dark chocolate-covered cashews. I was floored by the gesture. But then he asked me what I was doing for a three-day holiday weekend that was coming up.

I just thought we were getting away for a fun-filled weekend of gambling in Nevada. We arrived on a Friday morning, went to our room and unpacked. Then we went downstairs for some gambling. That night, as we were going to bed, he knelt down on one knee, with the ring in one hand and a rose in the other. He said, “What are you doing tomorrow at 12 noon? How about marrying me?” Then he told me of all his secret prearranged plans.

I was so shocked, I just cried like a baby! Of course I said yes!

He had bought our wedding rings, reserved a small chapel on the river and a moonlight boat cruise up and down the Colorado River, with a candlelight dinner and cocktails. The wedding was beautiful!

That was six years ago, and it still feels like yesterday. We are a very happy couple. Even still, my hubby now always has some kind of a special, secret surprise for me, all during our six years of marriage so far.

—Honeygirl45

Puppy Love

My first Valentine’s Day with my fiancé was in 2004 and it was amazing. That January, I’d been looking online for a puppy and found a little Chihuahua I loved. I wanted more information about the dog but had to work, so my now-fiancé said he’d call and talk to the breeder for me. Later, he called to tell me the puppy had been sold. I was crushed.

A month later, on the day before Valentine’s Day, I walked into his apartment and found a card waiting for me. As I was reading it, his dog came running towards me. I started playing with him and then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw this tiny little dog run past me with several bows around his neck. I started squealing as my fiancé said, “Do you recognize him?” He had not only bought my Chihuahua, Tony, but had arranged for him to be driven from Missouri and had picked him up at 1 a.m. Tony is the greatest gift anyone has ever given me – and that Valentine’s Day remains the very best one of my life.
— Brenda Della Casa, Chicago, IL

Sweet Surprise

Last year my boyfriend came home feb.13 but did not tell me. The next morning I woke up with him in my bed and freaked out!!!! It was the best day ever. We ended up going to a fondue restaurant (soooo much fun) then going to a private concert where he played a video of the first day he meet me. He said he wanted to record how he felt that day because he was sure I was the one he was going to be with for the rest of his life. Then there was three more video clips he had of him talking about me. This all ended with him down on one knee and my whole family appearing. He handed me a homemade fortune cookie reading Inside “WILL YOU MERRY ME” It was so perfect I keep looking to find what movie his idea came from. We got married the following Valentines Day. I am now proud to call him my husband and we are expecting are first child together.

kellyann

Creating A Family

My most memorable Valentine’s Day was last year, when my husband proposed to me. He has two kids from his previous marriage, and I have two from my previous marriage. All four kids knew he was going to propose for about two months, and they all kept the secret! (He told them because he wanted to make sure they were all okay with him asking me to marry him.)

Valentine’s Day was on a Saturday last year, and we cooked breakfast for the kids as usual, and then he told me that he wanted me to take a shower before I got my gift. I had to let him know when I was ready to come downstairs. I got the okay to come down but was told to go to the living room and sit on the couch. He then gave me a very nice card, which said on the last page: “The only thing left is for you to be my wife.” I looked at him, and then the kids came out of the kitchen holding a box he had made. In the box was a Cupid teddy bear and my engagement ring. In front of all the kids, he said, “I love you. Will you be my wife?” I immediately burst into tears of joy. What a memory!

—Snshne123

I Worship The Ground You Walk On

On my second Valentine’s Day with my boyfriend, he woke me up in the morning with breakfast in bed. This was a big deal to him since he was not what you would call a “morning person” or a good cook at that. After the breakfast in bed he told me he would clean up and I could come downstairs when I was ready. After I showered and put on my makeup I decided to go downstairs. I thought breakfast in bed was great and wasn’t expecting anything else. But when I was about to walk down the stairs I saw it; each step on the way down had a rose and a little note attached to it. The notes were each a line to a poem he wrote for me and as I walked down the stairs I read each line. By the time I got to the bottom I realized I would have to put my makeup on all over again but I didn’t care because it was the sweetest thing I’d ever seen!

Brittany R., Chicago, IL

I’ll See You There

I was engaged to a lady (to whom I have now been married for 25 years) and had made reservations months ahead of time at Maxwell’s by the Sea at the Huntington Beach pier for Valentine’s Day. Ellie and I were looking forward to a romantic evening. Unfortunately, a week before the special day, I came down with a ruptured appendix and had to be rushed to the hospital.

I barely survived (literally) and was looking at a two-week stay in the hospital to recover. But I was young and started feeling better in a few days. A plan was hatched. I collaborated with my brother to smuggle myself out for the evening. Of course it was pouring rain that evening. I don’t remember what she ordered, but I had soup.

My chauffeur had me back at 10:30, in time to face the head nurse who was waiting at Room #210 with arms crossed and a stern look on her face.

Bob Snyder, 52, Laguna Hills

Gift of the Magi

24 Dec

Gift of the Magi

By O Henry

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one’s cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.

In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name “Mr. James Dillingham Young.”

The “Dillingham” had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called “Jim” and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.

Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn’t go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling–something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pierglass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim’s gold watch that had been his father’s and his grandfather’s. The other was Della’s hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty’s jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.

So now Della’s beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: “Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds.” One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the “Sofronie.”

“Will you buy my hair?” asked Della.

“I buy hair,” said Madame. “Take yer hat off and let’s have a sight at the looks of it.”

Down rippled the brown cascade.

“Twenty dollars,” said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

“Give it to me quick,” said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim’s present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation–as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim’s. It was like him. Quietness and value–the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends–a mammoth task.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

“If Jim doesn’t kill me,” she said to herself, “before he takes a second look at me, he’ll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do–oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?”

At 7 o’clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: “Please God, make him think I am still pretty.”

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two–and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

“Jim, darling,” she cried, “don’t look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn’t have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It’ll grow out again–you won’t mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!’ Jim, and let’s be happy. You don’t know what a nice– what a beautiful, nice gift I’ve got for you.”

“You’ve cut off your hair?” asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

“Cut it off and sold it,” said Della. “Don’t you like me just as well, anyhow? I’m me without my hair, ain’t I?”

Jim looked about the room curiously.

“You say your hair is gone?” he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

“You needn’t look for it,” said Della. “It’s sold, I tell you–sold and gone, too. It’s Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered,” she went on with sudden serious sweetness, “but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?”

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year–what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.

“Don’t make any mistake, Dell,” he said, “about me. I don’t think there’s anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you’ll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first.”

White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.

For there lay The Combs–the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims–just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.

But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: “My hair grows so fast, Jim!”

And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, “Oh, oh!”

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.

“Isn’t it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You’ll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it.”

Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

“Dell,” said he, “let’s put our Christmas presents away and keep ’em a while. They’re too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on.”

The magi, as you know, were wise men–wonderfully wise men–who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

Goodbyes – Christmas Special Story

19 Dec

It was Christmas again when the streets were covered with snow. And, everywhere you turned, things looked pristine white. Dana loved Christmas time. She thought Christmas was magical, and secretly believed in Santa Claus. She loved the colorful lights, Xmas trees, and the snow fall. It made everything even more beautiful!

Most importantly, Dana felt loved and treasured for it was the time when everyone showed how much they cared. Friends and relatives showered gifts on you too. And Dana knew that if you were lucky, your beloved would show you how much they love you.

Dana had all of the above in her life, apart from the ‘special’ someone. She wanted Santa to gift her with a ‘special one’ for Christmas, a ‘special someone to love’. Not that she was desperate. It was just that Dana wasn’t too good at relationships. So, she couldn’t help but be jealous when she saw her friends with the loves of their lives!

Whenever she saw her best friend Janet and her boyfriend Ron together, Dana would squirm. She would feel sad. Especially when he’d hug Janet close from behind and kiss her cheek. Even a stranger could tell that Ron was head over heels in love with Janet, and vice versa.

Dana missed a Ron in her life. A Ron who would do little things for her. A Ron who would write little love notes and put them in her jacket pocket, or kiss her mad. But Dana did have a Ron once, back in her high school. It was Logan Smith. She remembered everything about him – his smile, laugh and the way he looked when he was upset or angry.

His eyes were a dark shade of blue. When he looked at Dana, she would feel lost. They were great pals. They had never gone out, although everyone said they should. Everyone thought they were perfect for each other.

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Expectations- Christmas Special Story

11 Dec

It was Christmas eve. Festivities were gathering momentum in the Whitney household. Nina was glad that she had Jack to spend her Christmas with. Jack was her sister May’s brother-in-law. And well, they had been dating each other for months now.

Last Christmas had been a miserable one for Nina. She had broken off with her long-term boyfriend Ned. He was not worth her. All he wanted was to go to bed with her. For Nina, love was beyond the physical realm. And she wanted to take the final plunge with one she trusted absolutely.

So while her friends showed off their boyfriends, she had felt like a lost waif amidst them! Not this time, thought Nina. She had her Jack after all.

Their relationship was going strong, as Nina blossomed under Jack’s attention. He made her feel so special, so beautiful. She loved it when he would casually sweep her into his arms and kiss her breathlessly. At times, she even instigated it. She would surrender herself to him. Jack, on the other hand, was always in control.

But for Nina these moments of passion were not enough. She wanted more from Jack, more from their relationship. At 28 years, she wanted him to ask her to spend the rest of her life with him. That day was yet to come!

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5 Real, Romantic Christmas Stories

6 Dec
Last Christmas my husband proposed to me in New York. He has some friends who live up there so we were staying with them and a lot of our other friends were there too. He put a tiny Christmas box as a ornament on the tree with a tag adressed to me. He pretended that he had never seen and said that it was addressed to me. He gave it to me and when I looked up he was standing there and he asked me to marry him. Of course I said yes but he took a step further and went out on the balcony shouting “She said yes!!” and “We’re getting married!”
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As a college student, I was teaching a Sunday school class of third graders. One of the eight-year-olds, Kirsten, regularly had prayer requests regarding her awful, mean, grouchy big sister. We regularly prayed that her sister would be nicer. Meanwhile, a number of people kept suggesting that I date Kirsten’s sister. Well, I’d heard enough to know to steer clear! At Christmas, Willa – Kirsten’s sister – approached me at church and handed me a Christmas card. I mumbled something noncommittal. About a year later, a friend I worked with was pitching to me how I should take her out. I told him I’d heard about her from her little sister. He laughed  and told me that Kirsten had three sisters and Willa was definitely not the mean one. So – a year late – I told Willa,’Thanks for the Christmas card.’ She retorted: ‘Well, don’t expect another one!’ We’ve now been married 28 years.
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This is how I was proposed to to… He took me to the park on Christmas night and gave me a huge box. I opened the first box and inside there were packing peanuts and another box. I opened the next box and inside was the same. I opened the next, same thing. I opened the last box and inside was a small teddy bear that sang Silent Night. I didn’t notice the ring box that was attached to him until a minute later. It had the words “marry me?” on the back of its fake sheet of music. It was so sweet and I was totally surprised!
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I had my first date on Christmas Eve! 🙂 It was so sweet and special!
He came over during the week to give my Christmas present, and it was an invitation to my favourite restaurant! And then, since my birthday is on Christmas Day, he said he had a birthday present for me too. I asked what it was and he said he was taking me to the restaurant! Which was very sweet, as I’ve been looking forward to our first date for ages!
Well during the meal, flowers were delivered to the restaurant for me and he gave me the most beautiful necklace! I was so overwhelmed! It was lovely! 🙂
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I live in Michigan and my fiance lives in New York. My children, 19 and 16, and I went to spend Christmas with him. Leon works at Shubert Theater in NYC and he bought us tickets to see the show playing there, Spamalot, for Christmas Eve. He told us that he had to do some work during the show and wouldn’t be joining us in the audience. During intermission Leon came to my seat and told me that one of the security guards would come get us after the show so we could go backstage and meet the cast. When the curtain went down, the security guard showed up and took us backstage. He told us to go up the steps (on the stage) and as we walked up, I saw most of the cast milling about, but mostly looking at us. I have to say I felt a little weird, and I looked around for my boyfriend, and there he was. . . dressed like one of King Arthur’s Knights. He was standing there smiling at me, and I looked back at the security guard and said, “I’m not going out there.” I thought the curtain was going to go up and he was going to start singing and have me part of some wacky sideshow! Instead the guard nudged me and told me to get out there. I did, and Leon recited the most beautiful poem, he wrote it himself. I was in a semi-shocked-stage-fright-kind of stupor. I heard the poem, but didn’t REALLY hear it. I did grasp those magic words; “Will you be my wife,For all of our life. Please say yes, I pray for nothing less.” And of course I said yes!! My Knight in Shining Armor, isn’t that what every girl dreams of?

6 Best 99 Cents Kindle Romance Novels

28 Nov

Aching for a good, rich romance without breaking the bank? There’s no need to worry! Amazon offers a lot of cheep romantic novels with rich plots along with romance and intrigue. Here are some of the best ones out there. The pieces are short respite against the serious, often dreary world. It will give you a wonderful chance to revitalize your hope and love.

Click the title for the link to the book and click the author for a link to the author.

The Russian Intrigue by Lily Margeret

The Russian Intrigue (Russian Romances)

A short piece about a girl who fell in love at first sight and has found it hard to forget through time and a fiance. A Russian man can’t help but find himself intrigued by a mysterious romantic novel heroin and the author.

Lily Margeret seems mostly interested in Russian romances. They’re short, but are fun reads to escape into long-lived fantasies. All her books are 99 cents.

This book have you interested in More Russian Romance?

Her Greek Romance by Mona Risk

Her Greek Romance

A smart, female lawyer goes head-to-head with a devastatingly handsome Greek man. Though family ties try to keep them apart, passion is there- pushing them back together.

Mona Risk is fun because she plays with different situations and men with different origins.

Craving more Greek Romance?

Secrets in Mourning by Janelle Daniels

Secrets in Mourning (Scandals & Secrets - Book 3)

Secrets in Mourning is perfect for people into time-period pieces. It’s about a young woman who has recently been widowed and finds herself imprisoned with a bitter woman and deeply in love with her belated husband’s nephew.

Janelle Daniels has written 3 novels, but this is the only 99 cent one, so it is the only one included in the list.

Right Name Wrong Man by Mona Risk

Right Name, Wrong Man

Right Name Wrong Man is another good novel to indulge your fantasies of going after the man who got away in school. Though Mary-Beth is engaged she cannot forget the handsome French man she once knew. She decides to peruse her heart and travels to France to find him.

The book got you hungering for more French Romance In Your Life?

The Russian Affair by Lily Margeret

The Russian Affair (Russian Romances)

The Russian Affair is a risque story about a love-triangle between an American woman and 2 very handsome Russian brothers when she flies to Moscow to escape her normal life for something new.

In The Garden of Temptation by Cynthia Wicklund

In the Garden of Temptation (The Garden Series Book 1)

A novel about romance clashing with morals and honor. It’s a time-period piece about love, affairs, honor, and betrayal. It’s a good novel to read for twists and turns and surprises.

While Cynthia’s first 2 books in the series are 99 cents, the 3rd is 2.99, so keep that in mind when you begin the series.

Unusual Romance

2 Oct

A lovely romance between two unusual people.

7 Romantic Prom Stories

23 Apr

It’s that time of year. Look forward to your special night or reminisce on the elegance and romance of you memories of prom.

I was a sophomore and had a crush on this junior who was friends with my best friend. I had never really talked to him before, but one day when I opened my locker I saw a pink rose tapped to the inside of my locker with a note that said “Will you go to prom with me? Love Daren.” My friend had put it in my locker. I thought it was just a joke so I didn’t bother getting a dress or anything. So two days before prom I get a call from Daren. It wasn’t a joke and he really did want me to go with him, but I didn’t even have a dress! So I called talked to my mom and she said that I could stay home from school the next day with my older sister to find everything I needed. The night of the prom I was getting ready with Erika. My makeup and hair were all done and my dress was on and I went to put on my second shoe but I couldn’t find it! a half hour of me searching everywhere for my shoe when the doorbell rings! Daren was there and no one was answering the door. So I had to go downstairs and open the door with only one shoe on. When I opened it my whole family and all of my friends where there with cameras and in front of a white limo was Daren with my other shoe. He said ” My beautiful Cinderella, you can’t go to prom without your other glass slipper” it was the corniest but most romantic night of my life and we’ve been together for a year.

I ended up going to prom with the most handsome guy in school, you know, the one you NEVER think will pick you? It ends up he really liked me! I got to wear a gorgeous red dress. And he showed up with a red rose for me! He kissed me and we got pictures by a flowering apple tree. The dance was so romantic! We were dancing in the spotlight together and there were bubbles everywhere. The DJ said we looked so good he got a picture. During Just the Way You Are he would pick me up and spin me and sing to me so I knew he was talking about me. Then he bent over like in the movies after they dance tango and kissed me! It was the funnest night ever!

Last year at prom, my boyfriend asked me to go with him. He asked if he could make all of the arrangements. I agreed to this, and could not wait to see what was in store for me. All of my girlfriends got ready at my house. This way we could all get pictures together when our dates arrived. I was upstairs when everybody started making a big commotion. I went down to see what was going on, and I saw that my boyfriend arrived. He had roses for both my mother and for me. We went outside to start the picture taking, and there was a horse and carriage waiting out there. We all got our pictures done in front of the carriage. Once we were done with pictures, we rode away in the carriage. The next thing in store was a carriage ride in the park, and a packed picnic. After the picnic, we got back in the carriage, and rode to the prom. This was the most memorable experience in my life.

at first, everything seems ordinary..we just talked then laughed.. but when the romantic song played, one of my crush-mate stand, he walks to our table then pick me up.. i didn’t expect it! we we’re the first ine to dance in the middle of the dance floor.. we’re very close to each other that we danced cheek to cheek while hugging.. it takes a couple of minutes to make others dance with us.. we are the sweetest pair! everybody said.. i saw some of my teachers talking about us.. one of our teacher said that we must kiss.. omg!! we just looked to each other then smile! i just hug him.. i am the only one he dance with.. how sweet..:)

My Freshman year a Junior took me to prom. He was the cutest guy at our school! We decided we were just going as friends. The night of Prom I was waiting for him to arrive and here came a long limo with all of our friends in it, we had a blast! When we got there we were a little early but my date and I stayed in the limo because he had something to show me. I was a little confused, but he put this blindfold on me so I couldn’t see where we were. We walked inside this beautiful garden full of flowers and rose petals! He looked at me and got on one knee and had a corsage in his hand and he asked “Will you be my girlfriend?” I was SO HAPPY! I said yes of course! He put the corsage on my wrist and he carried me back to the limo because it started to rain and we didn’t want to get my awesome dress dirty. And during the prom we had amazing time. And we are STILL together.

It was my freshman year, and my mom was transferred at work to a new city. It was only about 30 minutes away from my old house, but it was a big change. I had to move in the middle of the school year, and I didn’t know anyone. When I got there the teacher asked for someone to give me a tour of the school, and walk me to my classes. Lucky for me, the quarterback of the football team offered to be my guide. We really got to know each other, and he helped me get to know some friends. He told me that the prom was coming up soon, and he asked me to go with him. Of course I said yes, and we made all of the arrangements. The night of prom he never showed up. About 30 minutes later, I was in tears, so I called my best friend from my old school. He made me feel a little better, and about an hour later was on my doorstep in a suit, with a dozen roses. He brought me to the prom, and I don’t think I could have had a better time. We have been together since.

Well, my prom was pretty cool, I went with this guy I knew, Jared, that I’d been crushing on seriously for like the whole year. I was so petrified to make a fool out of myself, I almost asked somebody I didn’t like to go with me! All I had to do was ask him, if I had known that it would have saved me a lot of worry. I spent a lot of time trying to decide whether to ask him or not, and finally some buddies of mine convinced me to just suck it up and ask. The dance was so romantic, we danced to almost every song. He kissed me! Anyway, after the prom we all went to the grocery store at around 3 in the morning, to get supplies for a camping trip we were going on for the weekend. It was almost as fun as the prom itself, we danced in the aisles, in our formal wear. The few employees around pumped up the music for us. A piece of advice to everybody: if you want to go with somebody, just ask, it can’t hurt. Really. I wasted my whole senior year without making any kind of move, when we could have been together. Oh, and make sure you do something after the prom, camping was almost as great as the prom was.


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