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

ATLASI placed a call for a private nurse as soon as we got to the hotel, the pain that shot through my chest and entire body, overwhelming. A bullet was lodged in my shoulder, and it took everything in me to not scream from the pain. But despite the pain, I couldn’t take my eyes off Elena. Who paced the entire fucking goddamn suite. “Shouldn’t we get you to a hospital or something?” She queried, lines of agitation twisting her features. “You’re bleeding heavily,” she added, gesturing at my arm. I sighed, sinking into the large king-size bed. “I’m fine, Elena,” I breathed.“No you’re not!” She shot back, veins standing out on the side of her neck. “Obviously!”Was she…worried for me?“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, waving a hand in dismissal. “I paged someone already. I’ll get it treated soon enough.”She still looked unconvinced, making me chuckle. “I’m serious. Help’s on the way.”Sighing, she raked her fingers through her hair, resuming her relentless pace. Just then, a kn

ELENAI stared between the gun in my hands and the lifeless man on the floor, the panic lodged in my chest slowly spreading to other parts of my body. My legs. My hands. All numb.“Oh my God.” The gun clattered to the floor at my feet, my fingers too limp to hold it any longer. There was a continuous ringing in my head that shattered my ears, replaying the horrors of the past few moments.“What have I done?” I queried, my vision blurring. Oh, you naive girl. You just shot a full-blooded, living, breathing man. Taking away his life. That hole in his head couldn’t stop staring at me, no matter where I looked. A loud clapping sound interrupted my rising panic attack, and I looked up to see Atlas walking towards me, a smirk on his face. Why the hell was he clapping? And what was so funny?This…this was because of him. Because for a moment there, I’d snapped and pulled that trigger. To protect him from the man..Why would I kill a man to protect Atlas Grant?Why didn’t I just mind

ATLAS“That’s your princess over there,” Dominik crooned, signaling with a snap of his fingers, for her to be brought over to where she stood. The guard started across the vast space, nudging Elena forward every now and then with the nuzzle of the gun, her eyes never leaving my face. “I know you have a gun with you, mate,” Dominik said, “and I also know you know better than to risk the life of this damsel over here. So?” He held out a palm, silently urging me to drop my weapon. But I just glared at him, mentally calculating the time it would take Keelan to eventually drag his feet over to wherever the power supply was, so he could cut the damn thing off. “Come on, mate,” he urged. “Look around you, it’s eleven to one.” The guard pushed Elena over to Dominik now, who caught her by the hair, lifting his gun to her face swiftly. “I mean,” he curled her hair around his fingers, pulling her to him, “you wouldn’t be stupid enough to risk it, right?” He put the gun under her chin, tilt

ATLASThe car sped across the highway, the silence that hung inside thick and heavy. My head was all over the place, my mind focused on the road ahead. I’d insisted on driving, wanting to get to Elena as soon as possible. I couldn’t even bring myself to think about, or imagine the things she could possibly be going through wherever she was. At the hands of whoever had her. So I just sat very rigid in the driver’s seat, watering down my fears. “You know you’re walking into a trap wide-eyed, don’t you?” Keelan’s voice broke through my thoughts, and I turned my head to glare at him.“So what do you suggest I do, then?”“We need to take a moment and think about this. Restra—““I don’t mind walking into fire, Keelan,” I spat, “if it means rescuing Elena from whatever claws she’d been caught in. There’s no chance to restrategize, or whatever you’re insinuating.”Keelan let out a sigh of frustration, raking his fingers through his hair. “Shade, listen, you don’t—““There’s a reason I’m

ATLASI paced about the room, dialing Elena’s number for about the hundredth time. And it got directed to the same place, again. Voicemail.I let out an agitated groan, running a hand through my hair impatiently. “Are you going to tell me what the problem is?” Keelan demanded, watching me under hooded eyes. “What has got you so worked up?”“Her calls keep going straight to voicemails,” I ground out, my jaw twitching, and his eyes swept across the length and breadth of the room. “Where is she?” He didn’t need to ask who I was talking about.“I don’t know man,” I sighed, gripping the phone tightly in my fingers. “I just woke up and..and she was gone.” I paused, scratching my jaw. “And my father has just informed me of a meeting scheduled for twelve noon. My presence is mandatory. What the hell do I do?”His eyes were narrowed into slits as he watched me, almost as if he couldn’t believe me. “And why are you in her suite in the first place, Atlas?” He demanded, his tone dripping with

ATLASI woke up deeply satiated, and feeling the warmth of the sun against my face, and I slowly peeled my eyes open, reaching forward to pull the blinds close. I rolled to the side with a small yawn, reaching an arm forward to grab the woman that had slept next to me the previous night.The same one I’d been deeply buried in. The same one that had screened my name.But she wasn’t there. My side was empty. I quickly bolted up, glancing around the room. Where was she?“Elena?” I called, shoving the sheets off and sliding off the bed to my feet. Getting no response, I crossed the room to the bathroom. “Elena?” I called again, pushing the door and peering in. But she was nowhere to be found. It took me only a short while to realize she was must have sneaked away again, just like she’d done the first time we’d hooked up at the club. I sighed, leaning against the wall and running a hand through my hair. Why did she have such an annoying habit?Every single time, I’d woken up wantin