Novels by Sarah.D

I turned around to see Jaime standing there, and my knees nearly gave out beneath me.He moved faster than I could process and his hands caught my arms, steadying me before I could stumble.I froze completely, staring up at him. We were so close I could see the flecks of grey in his blue eyes and I even smelled the familiar cologne that used to cling to my clothes when he held me. My heart was racing too fast, pounding against my ribs like it was trying to escape my chest."Let go," I whispered, but my voice came out strangled.I shoved away from him, putting distance between us, needing space to breathe. “What are you doing here?""Shopping." He said it casually and shrugged."Bullshit." I snapped at him. “Are you stalking me now? Is that what this is?"Jaime raised a shopping bag I hadn't noticed before. "I was here before you, Alessa. So really, who's stalking who?"I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. He had a point, as much as I hated to admit it. The VIP section

I stared at my computer screen, my fingers trembling slightly over the keyboard as I reread the email for what must have been the tenth time. After what Jason had told me about Primrose, I had spent every spare moment digging deeper, following digital breadcrumbs until I had finally found their contact information. My heart had been hammering when I had hit send on that first email, half-expecting silence or a curt rejection.But they responded immediately.I had nearly fallen out of my chair. My hands had seized up, fingers frozen above the keys as I had stared at the notification. For a solid thirty seconds, I couldn't do anything but blink at the screen like it might disappear if I looked away.“Okay, let’s do this.” I whispered, typing frantically about the possibility of a meeting. Their response had come back within minutes and I could meet with a representative. The CEO was out of town.My excitement dimmed slightly. I had wanted to meet with the CEO directly, but I typed b

Laura's POVMy phone buzzed for what had to be the hundredth time in the past hour. I ignored it, my hands shaking slightly as I tried to pipe delicate frosting roses onto Sara's birthday cake. The decorating bag slipped in my grip, and a blob of pink frosting landed where it absolutely shouldn't be.The phone buzzed again and again and again."Leave me the fuck alone!" I screamed, my voice echoing through the kitchen and slammed the frosting bag down on the counter with enough force that pink icing splattered across my apron.Jessie, or Jennifer, or whatever her name was stiffened where she stood near the sink, her eyes going wide.I whirled on her. "What are you staring at? Don't you have dishes to wash or something?""I'm sorry, ma'am.” She said, her words wavering. “I didn't mean to-“"Just get out of my sight!" I grabbed the fondant tool I had been using and threw it into the sink with a clatter. "I need a break from all of you."I stormed out to the balcony, my hands still tre

I stared at him, waiting for an answer. My heart was racing, not just from concern about his coughing fit, but from the look on his face.He dallied, clearing his throat again, wiping his mouth with his napkin. Then finally, he spoke."I know about them," he admitted quietly. "Primrose. They're basically an acquisitions company. They specialize in identifying undervalued businesses and either acquiring them outright or facilitating partnerships."I was shocked and relieved all at once.But I needed to be absolutely sure I had heard him correctly. "You know about them?" I repeated. "You actually know about Primrose?"Jason nodded.The excitement that flooded through me was overwhelming. I practically bounced in my seat, words tumbling out in a rush. “Oh my God. Jason, do you have any idea how long Lisa and I have been searching? Literal days of combing through databases and everything.”I scoffed, throwing my hands up in the air. “I got absolutely nothing. I was starting to think the

I met Jason at his front porch, and I was absolutely exhausted. The day had been brutal with back-to-back meetings, Julien's constant undermining, Richard's snide comments, and hours spent fruitlessly searching for any trace of Primrose.Jason opened the door, took one look at me, and grinned. "You look like you've been through a war."I groaned. "That's about accurate."I shrugged off my coat as we entered, and immediately, the most incredible smell hit me. My stomach growled embarrassingly loud."Is that steak?" I asked, looking at him hopefully.Jason's grin widened. "Yes, but I didn't cook it this time. I had it delivered from that steakhouse you mentioned loving a few weeks ago.""You remembered that?" I asked, surprised and touched."I remember everything you tell me," he said simply, leading me into the living room.I sank onto his couch with a grateful sigh, immediately working out the knots in my neck. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to Lisa.‘Any luck with alter

Julien's POVI came out of the conference room feeling aggravated all over again. Alessa had managed to embarrass me in front of everyone again. The smug satisfaction on her face when Richard and the others verified her corrections had made my blood boil.Richard was waiting for me in the hallway, his tablet clutched to his chest."What do you want to do?" he asked, falling into step beside me.I kept my voice low, glancing around to make sure no one was within earshot. "We need to keep Alessa busy. Overload her with work, meetings, and assignments. If she's drowning in responsibilities, she won't have time to focus on finding Primrose."Richard's eyes lit up with understanding. "Actually, there's one of our branches downtown that's been facing significant difficulties. It's a mess that would take weeks to sort out properly."I stopped walking, turning to look at him. A slow smile spread across my face. "And who better to handle it than our newly appointed Director?"Richard smiled b