Novels by Dawn Spark

He breathes hard, his eyes roving around as he struggles to avoid my gaze. I would have laughed if I wasn't on edge.“Ethan,” I breathe, leaning forward as if I want to kiss him.Oh! How much I want to.“Jasmine,” he sounds tortured. “You don't know what you are talking about.”“I don't?” I ask in a mock challenge. He shakes his head. “Let me warm up some tea for you. You must be cold.”“I'm hot, Ethan. Not at all cold.”His eyes flick over to mine, dark and heated. I step forward and lean against him, pressing a light kiss on his lips. He shivers and that gives me the boost I need to continue.I place my hands on his shoulders and slip my tongue into his, loving the groan that slips out of his throat.“We can't do this.” He murmurs against my lips.“Do what?” I challenge, my hand slipping down toward his dick as I wrap the other around his neck. I may die if he says we should stop.“I know you want me.” I groan as I notice how hard he is.“You don't know what you are talking about

He is Mr. Grumpy but super attractive. Ethan.My brother's best friend and my taboo.“Pass me the salt, Jack.” Dad says to my brother who teases him with it for a while before handing it over.I watch as my family laugh and tease one another as we sit around a huge barbecue, eating and having fun.Not all of us seem like we are having fun though, and not everyone here is my family.There is dad, Jack my brother, and Ethan his best friend. Ethan watches everyone and everything with his usual expressionless face, acting as if he is bored. I wonder how he is friends with my loud and carefree brother. I also can't help wondering what it will take to make his mask crack.That was when I got in trouble, obsessing over a man who won't even bat an eyelash if I drop down dead beside him.“Do you need anything, son?” Dad asks Ethan.Ethan shakes his head. “Not at all, sir.” He replies politely.Ever so polite.Ever so guarded.Ever so annoying.Dad smiles at him and puts a big meat on his pla

“I've been trying to reach out to you.” He says as I open the door.Why?Hasn't he done enough damage?“Aren't you going to say anything?” He asks after a moment of silence.I shrug. “What do you want me to say?”He winces. “I'm sorry, Chelsea. I didn't know you felt that way about me.”Feel. Not felt.It's fine though if he wants to pretend it's the past. I regret saying a word then too.“No problem.” I shrug. “You don't have to feel sorry.”That makes me feel pathetic.“Can I come in?”“Why?”He chuckles nervously. “Don't be like that, Chelsea.”“My house is a mess.” I say. And it's not a lie.He laughs. “I've seen you in far messier states.”Right.I move to the side so he can walk in. His eyes widen as he takes in the disastrous state of my apartment.“I would have wondered if an earthquake had happened here if not that I didn't hear anything on the news.”“Glad that you find this funny enough to joke.” I slump on the sofa.“I'm sorry.” He says as he sits beside me.His eyes tell

I stare at my best friend, wishing like smacking him all the way here to hell.How can someone be this stupid?“She left me again.” He cries.And she wouldn't have the chance this time if he had respected himself the first time she broke up with him. But no, he had to cry and make a fool of himself, begging her to take him back.She did, after hanging out with a loser college guy who jilted her after five months of dating.I almost gouged out my eyes the day I caught Ryan, my stupid bestie, kissing her after she agreed to be his girlfriend again.She has broken up with him six other times since then, and I'm forced to watch and comfort him every time that happens.I would rather not do any of those things I do.Why would I want to watch the boy I've loved for years cry over another girl who doesn't love him?If anything at all, I pray his ex leaves the country and breaks up with him for good.Maybe, maybe then he will finally see me and realize what he has been losing out on.“Chelsea

I should meet him.I shouldn't meet him.My heart and my brain have been in loggerhead for a week. I refuse to follow Sammy to the game tonight to avoid seeing him.What a coward I am.I guess I don't want Zane enough. The next day, I'm alone in the room when I hear a knock on the door. I frown as I stand up, wondering who it is. Sammy has gone to her boyfriend's house and won't be back till Monday evening.“Who is there?” I ask, dropping the dark romance novel I'm reading on the bed.No answer.My frown gets deeper.I pull open the door and gasp at the sight before me.“Zane!” I gasp. “How did you find me?”He smiles, sending tremors to my heart. “Finding a girl is easy for me.”I hate those words.“You've been avoiding me.” He narrows his gaze at me.“I haven't been.” I lied.“You weren't at the game tonight.”I'm surprised he noticed.“You know?”“Why do you think I was at the library that night?”“For me?” I can't believe it.He nods. “You lie,” I snort. “You didn't know of my e

“Snap out of it,” my best friend sighs, snapping her fingers before me.“What?” I say, blushing.“You are staring at him. Again.” She points out.“I'm not,” I deny.“You are.” Her face fills with pity. “Zane is wildly desired by half of the female population in school and asides that, you, my dear, are not the kind of girl he goes for.”Ouch. That hurts.Nothing lowers a girl's confidence faster than being told by her best friend that she isn't attractive enough for the guy she has had a crush on for a year.Thank you, Sammy. I try not to roll my eyes at her.“Let's go, Zara.” She stands up. “There is nothing here for us anymore.”I stand up. The game I don't care about is over and Zane who I care about is already walking away from the field, trailed by a dozen cheerleaders.I hide my displeasure at the image.“Let's go have some snacks.” She turns to me. “I'm hungry.”Code for she wants to have dinner with her boyfriend. “I'm not hungry.”I shake my head. I'm not in the mood to watc

Damon’s POV “Where is Nora?” I asked the first person I saw as I walked into the house, barely closing the car door before rushing in.The eyes of the gardener filled with fear, assuming that I intended to bark at her as I had been doing lately. How fast news traveled in the house that those who didn't work inside knew about what was going on.Jane walked past at that moment and I ran toward her, leaving the old gardener who seemed to have his tongue tied.“Where is Nora?”I got the same reaction from her. Her eyes widened with fear and I sighed, hating the monster they were making me out to be.I guessed I deserved that.I hoped she would get her wit on time and tell me where Nora was. I didn't want to tell her that I remembered Nora and didn't mean her any harm.If anyone had to know that I got my memories back, it should be Nora first.“Jane?” I urged, impatience dripping from my voice.“She is not at home.”My heart crashed, believing the worst had happened. Nora had gotten fed u

Damon’s POV My head was a mess.I groaned as I stepped out of the car, heading toward the reception.“Good afternoon, sir.” The blond receptionist smiled at me.“I need a suite.” I said, wiping out my card.She must have realized that I didn't have time to be friendly as the smile wiped off from her face and she got professional.I slumped into the bed, thinking of all I had heard and seen, and started sorting through the storm in my head.A lot had clearly happened which I struggled to grasp.Hart had betrayed me.I had been involved in many scandals.My business had gone down.The investors had been on the verge of leaving.I had been married.I had been divorced.I had gotten myself a mistress while married to a woman I supposedly didn't love.Why was it that a lot had happened to me but I couldn't remember?And why was it that I found it hard to believe what my family and everyone said even though they had shown me pictures and documents to back their claims?I knew the answer to

Nora's POV “You are a good artist.” He noted dryly.My heart went crashing back to the ground. “I didn't draw these.”“How not surprising.” He mocked. “You don't look like one who has talents.”I winced. “You drew this.”He snorted, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I don't draw. Not anymore.”“You now do.” I pointed out.He scoffed. “You don't know anything about me. You are just my mum's pawn.”I couldn't take it anymore. “I'm the one you love.” I screeched.“Love?” His lips twisted as if he could taste the word and it was bitter on his tongue. “Don't be ridiculous. I don't love you. I don't even intend to love anyone.”The sound of a cup smashing to pieces snapped me back to reality. His words had hurt me so much that I had gone still, my limbs frozen with pain.Damon’s eyes filled with anger as he stared at the broken cup and back to Jane who looked as pale as a ghost.“What is wrong with you?” He snarled at her.Jane jumped with fright.“Don't snap at her.” I said, jumping up and

Nora's POV “What?” Cara gasped. “You don't know who she is?”“Would I have asked you if I knew who she was?” He groaned.I sighed, grateful that he had kept his sarcasm even if his memories had jilted him.No, not his memories. His memories of me alone. That felt like hell and I wondered how it was that I was still standing upright with how dead my heart was.Cara glanced at me, biting her lips and I winced, knowing she was confused on how to introduce me to Damon.I decided to help her out. “I'm someone you know.”His frown got deeper. “I don't think so. I have a good brain and will remember it if I know you.”Cara ran outside. She was in few minutes later with the doctor. He congratulated him on waking up and did a few checks on him.“Can we talk outside?” He gestured at me and Cara.We nodded and went with him. “It appears he has amnesia.” He informed us.“Can he get better?” Cara asked.He shrugged. “Depends on him. Since he lost only a part of his memories and not all, I assume

Nora's POV Three Weeks LaterI sighed as I sat by his bed, his hand caressed by mine, and prayed for him.The nurse’s eyes melted with pity as she glanced at me while checking his vitals. She nodded to herself and walked away. A heavy sigh escaped my throat at the reality of yet another monotonous day. That was it. They checked his vitals while I sat still with hope turning my insides out. They would nod and assure me that he was healing perfectly fine.Why hadn't he woken up then? I glanced at him again, letting the tears flow from my eyes. I had a lot to tell him. I had a lot to hear from him.With each passing day, I ached for him. I wanted to hear his voice again. I wanted him to smile at me again. I wanted to feel his arms around me.“Wake up, Damon.” I breathed, bringing his hand up for a gentle kiss.“Nora,” Cara sighed as she walked into the room. I jumped up so she could sit beside Damon but she waved me off not to bother, averting her eyes.I let out a sigh as I settled

Nora's POV I would have asked more questions if Damon hadn't gotten wheeled out of the operation room at that time. I flew to my feet, running toward the bed.“Damon,” I cried, tears running down my cheek as I ran with the nurses as they took Damon to his room.The salty taste of the tears was a welcome distraction from the turmoil in my heart. Who wanted Damon dead that they would tamper with his car?That had to have happened while he parked the car at the company as he wouldn't have made it to the office if the car had been tampered with at home.Was that what Hart had to do with the case?“He is unconscious at the moment, ma'am, but we will let you in once he is stable.” The doctor said, stopping me from going in with Damon.“Will he wake up?”His eyes softened, probably seeing how on edge I was and how I was barely holding on. “Of course, he will. When he will wake up though depends on him. Let's just hope for the best.”I knew a dismissal when I got one and moved to drill the c