Novels by Authouress Debbie

ALANNAStanding at the back of the church, the soft melody of the wedding march echoing through the air. Who would have thought that after everything—after all the pain, the heartbreak, and the betrayal—I would find myself here, about to marry Nolan Westbrook, the man I once believed was the source of all my suffering? Life has a strange way of leading you exactly where you need to be, even when you fight it every step of the way.Pedro, my rock, my father in every way that mattered, stood beside me. He looked at me with pride, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "You ready, Dear?" His voice was steady, but I could hear the emotion behind it.I nodded, feeling my heart swell with gratitude. This was the man who had taken me in, loved me unconditionally, and gave me the family I had always longed for. And now, he was about to walk me down the aisle to start a new chapter of my life.As we began to move forward, the sight before me took my breath away. The church was filled with the peop

NOLAN"Closure doesn't come from forgetting the past but from facing it head-on."The wind blew softly as we stood at Chloe's grave, the air filled with the scent of freshly turned earth and the distant hum of the city. It had taken us a long time to get here, to stand at this place with a sense of peace instead of anger or regret. I looked down at the headstone, its cold surface a stark reminder of all that had happened, all that we had lost and gained.In my arms, little Chloe stirred, her tiny hands grasping at the air. She was so innocent, unaware of the twisted history that brought her into this world. But that was how it would stay. Alanna and I had promised each other that this child, this beautiful little girl, would never know the darkness that shadowed her birth. She would be loved, cherished, and protected from the truth that could shatter her world.Alanna knelt beside the grave, placing a single white rose on the headstone. Her voice was soft, but there was strength in it

ALANNAWhen Lucas stepped out of the shadows, gun in hand, my heart clenched with a fear I hadn’t felt in years. The happiness of moments before—Nolan’s proposal, the promises of a future together—seemed to shatter like glass around us. All I could see was Lucas, his face twisted with rage and pain, his eyes filled with a darkness that sent chills down my spine.It was as if everything we’d gone through, every battle we’d fought, was leading up to this moment. But instead of feeling strong, I felt vulnerable, exposed. Lucas was no longer the boy I once knew. He was a man consumed by hatred, and that hatred was directed at me.“You came into my life and took everything,” Lucas snarled, his voice trembling with barely suppressed anger. “You took my family, you took the only love I had ever known, and now you’ve ruined everything!”I tried to find the right words, something that could reach him, something that could make him see reason. But nothing came. All I could do was stand there, f

ALANNA"Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies."Shopping with Angela was just the distraction I needed. The weight of everything—Nolan’s court case, the uncertainty of our future—had been pressing down on me like a storm cloud. But here, in the brightly lit aisles, surrounded by the scent of fresh clothes and the chatter of happy customers, I felt lighter. Angela had a way of making even the most mundane tasks feel like an adventure.We wandered through racks of dresses, holding up options and debating the merits of each one. Angela was in the middle of showing me a deep red dress when she suddenly paused, a small smile playing on her lips.“Jake asked me to move in with him.”The words hung in the air between us, and I felt a surge of happiness for her. “He did? That’s amazing, Angela! How do you feel about it?”Angela looked thoughtful, her fingers brushing the fabric of the dress she was holding. “I don’t know. I mean, I love him, and I can see a future with him.

Nolan"Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere."The courthouse loomed before me, a symbol of the justice I’d been seeking ever since that fateful day. The memories of what Brad had done—of what he’d put my family through—played on a loop in my mind. There was no forgetting the fear in Alanna’s eyes, the sound of the gunshot, the moment when everything nearly ended for us. Today was about more than just a verdict; it was about setting things right, about reclaiming the peace that Brad had stolen from us.As I sat in the courtroom, the weight of the moment settled heavily on my shoulders. This wasn’t just about me. It was about Alanna, about our children, about the future we’d almost lost. I glanced over at Alanna, who was seated beside me. Her hand rested in mine, her grip tight and unyielding. We had come this far together, and we were going to see it through to the end.Mr. Collins, my lawyer, stood and approached the stand where I was seated. He was calm, composed, the

ALANNA“Family isn't just about blood; it's about who stands by you when the world falls apart."As we walked into the restaurant, the warm glow of the lights and the soft hum of conversation made me feel at ease. This place, with its cozy ambiance and inviting atmosphere, was perfect for the first dinner we’d have together as a family—one that finally felt whole. I glanced around at everyone, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness. It had been a whirlwind of emotions since discovering the truth about my past, and now, here we were, trying to create something new from the ashes of what once was.Nolan squeezed my hand gently as we approached our table. He could sense my nerves and, as always, knew exactly what I needed—a reminder that I wasn’t alone in this. The kids ran ahead, excited to see the menu and all the possibilities it promised. Mrs. Westbrook, who had become such a steady presence in our lives, followed behind them, her eyes twinkling with affection as she watched

LUKEI have always believed that the difference between a powerful man and a merely rich one is that a powerful man never needs to raise his voice, and Gerald Voss was the kind of man who understood that without being told.Which was exactly why I had chosen the Meridian Club for this particular conversation, because the Meridian Club was the kind of place where everything said within its walls stayed there, not out of honour, but out of mutual self-interest, which was a far more reliable guarantee.Gerald was already at the table when I arrived, a glass of aged scotch in front of him and a face that gave nothing away. Most men in his position performed neutrality. Gerald simply had it, the way some people are born with good bone structure, it required no maintenance.I settled into the chair across from him, signalled the waiter with two fingers and waited until my own glass arrived before I said anything."You spoke to Atlas," I said."I did," Gerald confirmed."And?"Gerald turned

ELENA"I need you to trust me for sixty more days," he had said, standing in my doorway like the request was reasonable, like sixty days was a small and manageable thing to hand a person who had already handed him everything she had. I had shut the door in his face and gone back to my cold rice and told myself I felt nothing and then stared at my bedroom ceiling until two in the morning feeling absolutely everything.I wore the green wrap dress to Atlas Holdings the next morning, the one Emily had lent me three weeks ago that I kept forgetting to return, dark forest green with a thin gold belt that I had found at the bottom of my wardrobe from a life that felt like it had belonged to someone else. I paired it with the black heels I had bought from a sale rack on 34th Street, the ones with the small scuff on the left toe that I had colored over with a black marker because I was a woman with dignity and limited options. I looked good and I knew it, which was its own small act of warf

ATLAS"Tell me you are not sitting in the dark staring at a folder like some kind of unhinged villain," Keelan said from the doorway.I was sitting in the dark staring at a folder."Close the door," I told him.He crossed the office, pulled the chair across from my desk without being invited and dropped into it with the ease of a man who had long stopped asking for permission in my spaces. He looked at the folder on my desk, then at me, then back at the folder."Is that the file your father gave you?""Yes.""And you are only opening it now?"I pushed it across the desk toward him without answering. He picked it up, opened the first page and read in silence for a while, his expression going from curious to still in the way that Keelan's expressions moved when something genuinely surprised him, which was rare enough that I watched it happen.He set the folder down. "Atlas.""I know.""This is not just Luke," he said, pressing two fingers against the page, "your father's legal team is i

ELENAThe apartment was on the fourteenth floor and it had floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the kind of Manhattan skyline that made people forget they were paying three million dollars for eight hundred square feet.I had forgotten that I was good at this.Not the real estate specifically, I had only been doing this for three weeks and Jeremy had been kind enough not to mention how many times I'd mispronounced escrow in my first week. But this, standing in a room with a stranger and making them feel something, reading what a person wanted before they said it out loud, I had always been good at this. Seven years in a place that stripped everything down to survival had made me forget that I had ever been a person with skills."The kitchen was renovated last year," I told the client, a woman named Patricia who wore the kind of quiet jewelry that cost more than my entire wardrobe. "European appliances, heated floors, the pantry alone is larger than most studio apartments i

ATLASA fucking ambush, this was what the fuck this was. Yes, I was a man who stalked and had an unhinged persona with no sense of boundaries but I hated when these cards were flipped. “Come on, Atlas take a seat or are you too dumbfounded to sit,” Luke smirked with that crooked smile announcing his presence. I glanced around the room and they were all there. My father, my Asshole step brother, Gerald; Rhoda’s father and Rhoda. What the fuck were they all doing here? I thought I was supposed to just be having a casual dinner with Rhoda and her father.Right now this seems more like a meeting than a dinner. With three cautious strides and my eyes still glancing around the room I made my way to the table, there were already meals laid out on the table. Some crabs, cauliflower, cheese, turkey and some greenish stuff in front of my father which looked fucking disgusting. “You don't keep time lately son, that is not how I raised you,” my father remarked, leaning gently back adjustin

ATLASMoments after Elena left the office..moments after I’d given her permission to go home, myself, I still felt this strange uneasiness in the pit of my stomach.It’d very much seemed like she was pissed about something, or something was on her mind. But those fierce green eyes of hers confused me as hell.I was so restless, trying to figure out what the problem was, and at the same time worrying about my father.No matter how much I thought about it, I wasn’t sure I’d stoop so low for him…like he was asking.I couldn’t do it…But I knew I wouldn’t be let off the hook easily if I didn’t do it.So, I was just caught in a tough spot.That aside, I was also worried about the fact that Luke and his mother wouldn’t just get off my back.What would I have to do to get them off? Heck, why was everyone coming at me all at once?So much was going on in my head I found it so difficult to concentrate..These days, I've been slacking with my shipments too. And I was nowhere near securing the d