A Grace Valley Novel Series Novels & Stories

Valorie stopped before she opened the bathroom door to summon the other wives from the bar, she’d left to follow Julie. “Think about the title of A.K. Crusader’s first novel, Blackmailing the Wedding Planner. I wrote the book already, and no one caught on.” Julie couldn’t help the little giggle as she watched Valorie’s face. “Don’t you think that’s funny? Well, now, I need to leave. Have a nice evening.” Julie tried to move past Valorie, but she blocked the door.

"Sorry, I'm late. I hope you're not mad. I ran into a little trouble when entering Goldridge territory, so that's what held me up. Andrew, go ahead first." But Andrew quickly said, "Victoria, I'm safe now. Let's leave together." She shook her head. "You've survived multiple near-death situations here in Goldridge. I need to have a chat with Henry and find out exactly what the hell he's playing at. Go. Madam Valencia is catching up, and I can't cover you if I'm tied down again." Andrew's expression darkened. He knew Grace because she had once joined in the ambush against Jerome. She was dangerous.

“Grace won’t just be out of the picture—she’ll never see the light of day again.” Vanessa threw herself into planning Grace’s demise. Her obsession consumed her, and she hired a dangerous hitman to follow Grace’s movements. She ensured Adrian wouldn’t suspect anything by keeping her actions under the radar, using Benson’s resources to cover her tracks. Meanwhile, Adrian and Grace were blissfully unaware of the looming danger. Adrian had decided to take some time off, dedicating himself to their honeymoon plans and ensuring Grace felt safe after the wedding ordeal. They traveled to a remote, luxurious beach resort, hoping to leave behind the chaos of the city.

She stood before me bare and completely exposed, shying away from my eyes. I couldn’t believe she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “Don’t hide, Angel,” I said to her, removing the hands covering her breasts. “I love every inch of you.” Mine. The word roared in my head. I knew she was my stepsister but that did not stop my heart from falling for her. Not after she had whispered, “I’m yours.” She was Grace. My Angel. And I was never letting her go. I pulled her under the spray with me, my hands possessive on her waist. Her skin was warm and so fucking soft. I could feel her pulse racing under my palms.

She stomps out of the conference room. Grey flops back in his chair and looks at me. “God, I hope not.” **** As we drive to the Falcon Ridge pack house, I lace my fingers in Grey’s hand. I look out the front window. “So, that Eve person is something special.” Grey whines. “Can we not?” He glances at me. “It was a horrible lapse in judgment.” I chuckle. “Ok. I’m just glad she did what she did because I have you now.” I kiss his hand.

I will not waste much time overviewing the point of the novel. My name is Grace and I'm the author of this novel. I want to inform you that this book is purely a work of fiction and some events might be totally unbelievable and that's cool because that's how world of supernaturals work. Always Share, Comment and Vote my book ?Grace THE CURSE

"Let's go have a baby." Easy for him to say. … A note from the author: Thank you for reading The Valiant Trilogy! If you'd like to find out more about this trilogy or read my other series you can find information about all of my books on my website: www.authormeganmatthews.com Megan Matthews loves writing humorous romantic suspense featuring heroes with unbelievable abs, billionaire bosses, and heroines with attitude for days. She lives in Michigan with her techie husband, homeschooled son, their cat, and two guinea pigs.

I replied simply. That got me a really murderous look. "How do you come to the conclusion that they are wrong? Who are you anyway? ”His eyes glided over me. "I have never seen you before." "I'm Grace Shanks and I started my internship at the guild a few days ago." His eyebrow went up. “And you are taking the liberty of criticizing my work? You don't even know ... "

The last thing I remembered was my stepmother handing me a cup of coffee and wishing me good morning with a broad smile on her face. I never knew that behind that smile was a plan. And that plan is exactly where I am now. Leila took a step closer and crouched, her face now inches from mine. “I won't lie, Grace,” she whispered mockingly. “You were something back then. The golden girl, the perfect one. Everyone wanted to be you. But look at you now.” Her eyes scanned me from head to toe like I was filth. “This is what happens to people who don’t know their place.”

*Grace will die,* I decided, my hands clenching into fists. *Whatever it takes, however long it takes—she will die, and Jace will finally understand that I'm the only one who ever truly deserved him.* But the mining complex disaster had proven one thing clearly: I couldn't eliminate Grace with the resources I currently had available. Her grandfather's intelligence networks were too comprehensive, her own tactical skills too advanced, and the partnership she'd formed with Jace too strong for simple assassination attempts to succeed.