After Hours Books Novels & Stories

I really appreciate everything. Well, I have good news and bad news.. The bad news is that this book, HAPPY FOREVER AFTER has ended. And the good news that I have other amazing books for you to read. So you get to enjoy another round of romance and adventure with me.. Lol. Well, the name of this new book is ALWAYS BEEN YOU and if you liked HAPPY FOREVER AFTER, trust me, you'll like this one too.. I also have other books - HER BODYGUARD SILENT DESIRES

com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo) The Woman Inside The Other Woman Through the Looking Glass Ride The Stars Careful, He Bites Interstellar Lover Under the Bridge

Heath said, carrying Aurora back to the bedroom. He laid her on the bed, took the book from her arms, and placed it on the nightstand. "Sleep well, we'll talk about this tomorrow." Aurora rolled over, covering herself with the blanket. Heath kissed her forehead. "Goodnight." "Goodnight," Aurora said with a sleepy smile, watching Heath leave the room. As soon as Heath was out of sight, Aurora sat up and eagerly opened the book. The author, Luce, had passed away years ago. This book, his final work, had won several literary awards both domestically and internationally, making it a renowned piece in literary circles.

It's been three days since she started delaying the inevitable event of being stuck with Dom in Canterbury. After minutes of pondering, she stood up and reached the small shelf of books she has. Her eyes locked on two books, Jane Eyre by Emily Bronte and Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. She had just finished reading Persuasion, and she was still on the assessment of her feelings towards the ending of the story. Maybe another book can take her mind off things. She decided on Great Expectations, gladly picking up the book and bouncing back to her bed, to enjoy another pleasurable surmount of reading a book.

When his gaze met hers, Eira looked away and increased her pace. "You'll be helping me arrange these books in the library." The platinum blonde haired teacher said in a scolding tone and shamelessly Eira followed her. As she worked, Dove seemed too interested in her personal life. "Where's Mr Gilbert today?" Eira cleared her throat and biting her lip lied, "He's sick." "Where do you stay, Eira?" She asked, passing her a few more books titled variedly among Occult Sciences, Studying the Myths of Occults, Witchcraft Practices. She decided she had to read these books, even though she wasn't particularly fond of reading.

“Okay.” The rest of the night went on without incident. We watched the bands and hung out with our friends. Z and I hung out and talked a little bit throughout the night, but mostly did our own thing. Once the last band finished, we were all finishing up our drinks and planning on what to do after. Hannah had shown up about 30 minutes into the first bands set. I had noticed her hanging around or all over Z a few times tonight. I tried not to think much of it, but I could barely contain my eyerolls at her overly friendly behavior. “You are heading home Ash?”

When I died, there was a woman reeking of talcum powder straddling me. She was my third client that night—and my last. She told me her favorite sound was the crisp snap of breaking bones—more beautiful than any music. My right hand had just been twisted at a grotesque angle, accompanied by her satisfied sigh, until it broke clean through. The pain hit like a white-hot brand, searing through my nerves—then receded just as fast, like a tide pulling back. All that was left was a numb, bone-deep cold. I could feel it clearly—life draining out of my ravaged body.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

I didn’t hesitate. I pulled Fifty Shades of Grey first (cliché, yes, but I needed an entry point), then The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by Anne Rice, Story of O, a slim volume called The New Topping Book just to balance it out, and two anthologies with titles like Bound Hearts and Surrender to Me. The stack felt heavy in my arms, like contraband. I carried them to the my corner and hid them under the table. I sat down, and opened the first book.

Stanley-the-jerk had been with this girl for over ten years? I couldn't help but laugh bitterly: Was I some kind of jerk magnet? Why did every man I met turn out to be a scumbag? Tears welled up in my eyes as I fled the scene. It was already night when I got home. Just as I was about to draw the curtains and rest, I spotted Jeffery in the apartment across from mine. Eager for some firsthand gossip, I even set up the telescope I'd bought on a recent trip. After positioning the telescope, the show across the way began: