Novels by Elizabeth A.

Honey. Lorenzo’s brow furrowed, confusion masking his face. “Your son?” He questioned. “You have a son?”My face hardened. “Don’t act like you didn’t find out about it. I know you kidnapped him, where is he?”Instead of answering me, he nodded his head, looking like he was finally understanding what was happening. “So that's why you left. You went with that bastard and had a child for him. And now what? Your son got missing and now you think I kidnapped him?”I moved close to him, my hands clenched. “Isn’t that what you did?” “I have no business with your bastard child,” he said, his voice tightening with emotions. “If you are that desperate to find him then go meet his father.”“That’s why I came to you. So where is he?”He smirked wickedly. “Do you think I’m just going to tell you that easily? That bastard you call your child should have never existed,” he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me close to him before grunting. “You are mine, Honey. Always meant to be mine. And if you thi

Honey.The next day, I arrived in LA in the evening. I lodged at a hotel and stayed low. I hired an investigator to give me an update about Lorenzo before making my move. Luckily, I knew the ins and outs of the mansion Lorenzo was currently occupying. I was going to sneak in and get any information I needed on finding my son. Wearing the same leather jacket and black pants, I blended well smong the men who were standing guard at the mansion so it was easier to move around the house without raising suspicion. I climbed the stairs and went to his room at the far side of the hallway, my heart pounding as I opened the door leading to his bedroom. I hurriedly went through his documents and belongings. Nothing. Not a single thing gave me a link to my son’s disappearance. I was still browsing through his system when I heard the door click.I froze, my hand passing above his laptop. Lorenzo wasn’t meant to be back so soon. The investigator I had hired told me he had traveled to Sicily for a

Honey. I got into my car and drove to my workplace. In the afternoon, I went to pick Leo from school and met his teacher sitting by a desk, checking some notes. “I’m sorry I’m late,” I said, looking around the almost empty classroom. “Where is Leo?” The teacher dropped her book, looking confused. “His father came to pick him not quite long.” His father? The whole room closed up on me and my heart sprinted. I dragged air into my lungs, trying to calm myself down. I must have misheard what the teacher had said. “I need to see my son. Where is he?” I asked again, my voice sharp. The teacher stood up, her face almost mirroring mine. Confused and bothered. “I don’t understand…” she pointed at the exit of the classroom. “A man came earlier and told me he was Leo’s father. He said–“ My face hardened. “How can you let a stranger take him without seeking my consent?” The teacher froze, her face pale. “I… I thought he was his father.” “No, he is not!” She touched her chest, looking

Honey.Five Years Later.“Mommy, where is Dad?” My four year old son, Leo, asked, looking at me with his bright gray eyes. He had Lorenzo’s eyes. Even looked like him. Just that he was darker in complexion and had very full curly black hair unlike Lorenzo who had fair skin and straight raven hair. “I don’t know,” I said honestly. I still haven't forgiven myself for leaving Lorenzo without saying goodbye. Especially since he saved me. And his son.“But you are meant to know,” Leo sat on his ornate bed, hugging his brown teddy bear close to his chest. Just like his father, he doesn’t take no for an answer. “All my friends at school know where their father is. I want to know where mine is too.”I rubbed my head, feeling a headache coming up. We had been staying in Australia for the last five years and I had successfully opened a record label. I had an upcoming event which was stressing me out. Leo was adding to the stress by insisting on knowing where Lorenzo was. Yes, I know. Every

Honey. Lorenzo’s men approached us and raised him from me. They hauled him into a black sedan, tires screeching as they sped off. Others chased after Carlo. Lorenzo was immediately taken to the hospital and attended to upon arrival. His men waited with me outside the OR. I paced around the narrow hallway, both shocked and worried that Lorenzo had saved me. Just a night before, he had threatened to kill me so why did he save me? Why? The question spun in my head until the world tilted. My knees buckled, and the cold tiles rushed up to meet me. I collapsed by the OR doors, darkness swallowing me whole.The moment I woke, I found myself in a ward, wearing a blue hospital gown and lying in a bed. I sat up, looking around in confusion. How long had I passed out and why? I must have fainted because of all the anxiety and pressure I was under. I brushed aside the bedsheet and got down from the bed. Something stung my wrist, tugging tightly. I looked down at it, surprised to see an IV fluid

Honey.“No, it can’t be true,” I shook my head, denying the truth. “Michael brought me to you, he told me he found out that you were kidnapped.”Desola sighed. “How did you think he was able to find me?” Desola was right. How had I not thought about it?I was about to say something when I heard gunshots. Shit! They had been caught! I grabbed Desola’s hand, running.“What’s going on?” Desola asked, watching in confusion as people ran out of the hall in panic when they heard the gunshots. “There is no time to explain, we need to leave now,” I ran into a corner which looked like a private pool area. Dead end.I cursed under my breath. If only I had paid attention when Daniyi gave me the tour—where was the damn exit?We pivoted back, running along with the crowd and managed to get out of the building. Outside, chaos reigned. Michael's men were everywhere, trying to escape as they shot at the security guards. Stray bullets sprayed around, some hitting the party guests. I gripped Desola’