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Yet he couldn't seem to ask any of those questions. After ending the call, he picked up the book he was reading, ' I am Mighty Me', and continued flipping through the pages. He was one of the first batches to have preordered the book, and he finally got his hands on it. He glanced through the book, his eyes scanning across each page, as if the gentle, delicate words on the page could allow him to interact with her inner world. There was even her own signature scribbled on the title page of the book. He chuckled when he came to the part about 'Hilden Adams'.

My words sent a shockwave through Derick and Jasmine, their faces a picture of pure horror. With a sly grin, I hit play on the recorder for all to hear. Jasmine's moans and Derick's breathy gasps were not the only things captured; their treacherous whispers filled the room. "Thanks for swapping the kids, darling. Our little one's destined to rule the roost now! "Lily's boy is your own blood. He's sick, and we're just leaving him to suffer. Doesn't that break your heart?"

He grinned at her and said, “Great minds think alike.” She smiled at him, then glanced away, feeling off-balance. Looking back at him, she said, “Now that I’ve told you why I was there, it’s your turn. What were you doing at the library on a Friday afternoon?” He looked uncomfortable and rubbed the back of his neck. “I was there to look up the latest book by Jerome Patterson,” he said. Her eyes grew wide, and she asked, “You like Jerome Patterson?” He nodded and said, “I’ve read almost all of his books but haven’t gotten hold of his latest one. When I looked it up on the library website, it showed it was on the shelves, so I came down to check it out.”

Calla’s Daughter – POV The bookstore smelled like paper and rain. Not a chain store. Not polished shelves or corporate signs. Just an old converted train depot with crooked floorboards and a chalkboard outside that read: “Tonight: The Girl in the Photograph – A Reading.” I almost didn’t show up. Even though I was the girl. Even though I’d written the book. Even though River had flown in, Melinda was already seated in the front row, and Carrie had helped organize the entire thing with a thousand checklists and two backup microphones.

Josephine was not sure if she had done the right thing. But her child's life was on the line. She had her back against the door, and her heart was beginning to race. Again and again, she told herself it was only a transfusion. She tried to convince herself that once I regained my memories, I would forgive her. She tried to convince herself that once I regained my memories, I would forgive her. Every trace of light in them had gone out, leaving behind only a lifeless wasteland.

He grinned, dірріng his hand іntо his bag. “Yоu brоught сhосоlаtе?” I аѕkеd, thаt was always thе bеѕt present, but mу smile grеw even wіdеr whеn hе hаndеd mе thе Amazon gіft саrd. “Wоw £500, rеаllу?” Mу еуеѕ lit up аѕ I mentally calculated hоw mаnу bооkѕ I соuld buу оn mу nеvеr-еndіng wіѕh lіѕt.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Dream a Little Dream of Me (The Thorntons Book 4) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use o

This bar is getting crowded and it's really not my scene but even after getting all the arrangements done it was still too early for me to go home so I've ended up in this small pub on the outskirts of the pack lands, it's a nice little place but I don't really go to pubs, I'm happy with a beer in the packhouse. Finally, Cal texts me letting me know that my little wolf is sleeping and I waste no time in paying my bill and getting the hell out of there! Stepping outside it's dark and the heavens have opened up creating raindrops the size of golf balls to batter the ground, I make a run for the SUV, get the heaters on and concentrate on getting my ass home.

I ask him as I fetch water from the refrigerator. "I'm just thinking something." He said. I handed him the water. He immediately took it and drank it quickly. "What is my hubby thinking?" I asked. But I didn't let him answer me, I looked directly at his laptop. "Preparation for my debut?" I raised my eyebrows when I read what was written on his notepad. "Uh oh! You've read it already," he said disappointedly. It's too late for him to properly fold his laptop because I've already seen what's on his notepad.

Remain blessed. My unwavering appreciation goes to the "Readers and Writers Haven" book club for their constructive criticisms that helped in shaping this book. Special thanks to nita4rever, the head admin. I won't forget my able aides like Google, the English Dictionary app e.t.c. Thanks a lot for the help, guys (notices the weird stares on him) Also, I would like to thank Wattpad star, SarahPerlmutter who reviewed my work during the "Black Lives Matter" Wattpad Outreach.