The best historical romance novels from Next Chapter [March 2023]
Historical romance books are a popular genre that combines elements of history and love stories. These books are set in a past era and often feature characters from different social classes or cultural backgrounds who fall in love despite the challenges and obstacles they face. Historical romance books are a great way to escape to a different time and place while enjoying a heartwarming and romantic story.
One of the most appealing aspects of historical romance books is the attention to historical detail. These books are often well-researched, giving readers a glimpse into what life was like during a certain period. From fashion and architecture to social norms and politics, historical romance books can transport readers to a different time and place, making the story feel more immersive and engaging.
Overall, historical romance books provide readers with a unique blend of history and romance. Whether you enjoy stories set in medieval castles or Regency-era ballrooms, there is a historical romance book out there for everyone. With their attention to detail and heartwarming love stories, these books continue to be a popular choice for readers looking for an escape from the present day.
On this page, we’ve collected some of the best historical romance novels from Next Chapter authors, all available from major online bookstores including Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple, Rakuten Kobo and Google Books.
We hope you enjoy the stories on this page - and if you do, please don’t forget to leave the author a review! Don’t agree with our choices? Please leave a comment below and let us know which historical romance is your favorite :)
Books featured on this page
To Love A King (The Yorkist Saga Book 2) by Diana Rubino
High Plains Promise (Love On The High Plains Book 2) by Simone Beaudelaire
Bathed In Moonlight by Stacia Kaywood
Book excerpt
Careful not to disturb her patient, Greta picked up the uniform from the arm of the sofa and went to the kitchen. There she mended the holes and tried to wash it the best she could. It would never again be a proper uniform, but at least she could return him to his unit in a somewhat presentable state.
With Ezra’s help, she cleaned up the mess left behind from the firefight. She replaced the curtains with sheets, swept up the broken vase, and hammered a weathered board over the broken window. The armchair had suffered the indignity of a large rip in the fabric, but there was nothing she could do to fix it now.
Ezra and Greta both had the same thought. “Poor Liesel, this was her husband’s favorite chair.” She pointed to the stuffing falling onto the floor. “I won’t tell her if you won’t.” She winked at Ezra who gave a silent laugh.
Jimmy watched the way that Greta and Ezra interacted with each other with rapt curiosity. There was something strange in the way the two of them behaved, not as mother and son, but rather with a distance between the two. Jimmy noted the stark differences in their appearance. Greta was fair, with blonde hair and blue-green eyes, while Ezra had dark brown hair and eyes. Perhaps Ezra favored more of his father, but something nagged him. The longer he lay there, the more the situation puzzled him. There were secrets in this house, and he wanted to know the answers.
Fiona Of The Glen by Catriona Gunn
Book excerpt
My father was not happy when I told him about Mr Snodgrass’s behaviour. I saw him draw himself up and reach to the thatch above, where he stored his pistols.
“No, Calum. Mother placed a hand on his arm. “That is not the answer.”
“I’ll kill him.” Father was never known for his tact and diplomacy.
“Maybe later,” Mother said. “But next quarter, Calum, you and I will go to pay the rent together. Fiona will remain here.”
Father grunted and withdrew his hand from the thatch as Mother looked at me with something like relief.
“Of course, Fiona may have different plans for the future. You are twenty years old now, Fiona. It’s high time you found yourself a nice young man and settled down.” Her smile was as cunning as any Highland fox. “Have you thought more about that young ensign with the slender hands?”
To Love A King (The Yorkist Saga Book 2) by Diana Rubino
Book excerpt
Amethyst sat under her favorite oak tree strumming her lute. The clatter of hoofbeats approached and the instrument slipped from her hands as the messenger came into focus. Was that royal livery he was wearing? The red dragon of Cadwallader blazed on a field of white, and the same finery draped his horse. He dismounted, handing the reins to an equally startled stableboy. He approached her, looked down at her and gave her a smile that nearly melted her lute strings. "Is the Mistress Sabine about?" he asked.
Picking her jaw up off the ground, Amethyst stood and brushed the grass from her skirt. "Mother is abed, Sir, she's got a frightful summer grippe. May I deliver the message to her?"
"I suppose. It is from the king." He handed her a roll of parchment embossed with the royal seal.
"Indeed." Amethyst's heart gave a fluttering leap at the thought of holding in her humble grasp what had been touched by her great king. "I shall deliver it to her. It bears good tidings, pray God." She looked into the messenger’s eyes, wishing he’d stay a while. How seldom they had company such as this!
High Plains Promise (Love On The High Plains Book 2) by Simone Beaudelaire
Book excerpt
“Good morning,” Rebecca said softly, smiling her serene smile at her favorite gentleman. He’s so kind to build my new shop a sales counter. Her stomach fluttered, but she fought not to let her thoughts show on her face. There’s no point dreaming so don’t make yourself crazy.
“Miss Spencer.” James nodded, giving her a wry half-smile.
“I really do appreciate your help,” she said, though his formality had her wondering.
“Any time.”
He set his tool kit on the floor and shrugged off his coat. So many women drool over a young man, but even though he’s mature, James handles his heavy wooden box and its cumbersome load of tools with ease. I suppose all those years of hefting cans, barrels and other oddments in his store have kept him strong.
He gifted her with a grin, which dimpled his cheeks and set his freckles rolling into the creases around his eyes, before going to work on the crate containing the pieces of medium-sized pine block that would eventually form the basis of her business.
He looked a bit incongruous surrounded by racks of ready-made dresses, shelves of fabric and lace, and little tables littered with sample books. The walls, instead of being adorned with wainscoting or wallpaper, were hung with a soft periwinkle fabric that contrasted cheerfully with the pale pine floors. I love this place. It’s everything a lady might want when selecting new clothes.
I also really love James being here. If only…
Rebecca sighed. There’s no hope James will ever care for me in that way, so I would be better off simply to enjoy having a handsome man care for me as a friend and help me when I need it.
The Earl's Captive by Lorna Read
Book excerpt
Lucy had never fainted before. She came to and found her mother hovering anxiously over her while her sister bathed her forehead in cool water from a basin held by Binns, the young maid.
“Don’t you worry ‘bout her, ma’am. She be herself right soon enough,” said Binns reassuringly. Lucy could have embraced her for her honest country forthrightness, but Binns, for all her commonsense, could not smooth the worried furrows from her mother’s brow.
“My dear, are you all right? It is very hot today. You’re not catching a fever, I hope?”
Helen’s small, square hand in its cuff of pale blue lace touched Lucy’s forehead, then her temples, and finally pulled down the lower lids of her eyes, making Lucy jerk back and blink in alarm. “The boys had a summer sickness some weeks ago,” Helen explained. “They went quite, quite pale under the lids. But there’s nothing wrong with you.”
“I wish there was,” moaned Lucy fervently. “I’d sooner waste away and die than be married to that old . . . goat!”
The Glassmaker's Daughter by Donna Russo Morin
Book excerpt
Sophia stood at the tip of the eight-oared barge sailing at full tilt across the two kilometers of lagoon lying between Murano and the central cluster of the Venetian Islands. The wind blew against her face, lapping at the long folds of her best silk gown. At the rail beside her stood her two younger sisters, as eager and excited as she to reach the main island’s shore, to immerse themselves in the grandeur of Festa della Sensa. Somewhere on board the crowded transport, her mother, father, and grandmother mingled and gossiped with friends and relations, exuberance tempered by lifetime experience of the yearly celebration. The low flat islets of Venice appeared on the horizon as spiny church spires and round domes of cathedrals rose up like mountain ranges on the sea level earth. “Which kings and queens will be here do you think, Sophi? Which princes?” Oriana asked, lips close to her sister’s ear, thwarting the greedy breeze from snatching her words away.
Sophia grinned at Oriana; the seventeen-year-old’s exhilaration dispelled her often older womanliness. Rarely did Sophia feel like Oriana’s older sister. For a girl who had just attained marriageable age, Oriana’s dreams and fantasies of finding a noble husband never ended, never strayed. Sophia thought her charming, thought both her sister charming.
There you go: the best historical romance novels from Next Chapter in 03/2023. If you enjoy one of the books above, please take a moment to leave a comment below, or a review in Goodreads or your favorite store. We’d love to hear from you :)
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