Aimee Carter Author Novels & Stories

Could it be. Could it be that Jayden liked her too? Ha. Aimee shook her head and sat upright. She wouldn't delude herself with thoughts like that. She knew better than anyone the kind of person Jayden was and how she practically had to ask him for everything, except for the few things he did on his own. She had never planned for this to happen, and now that it had... What was she supposed to do? Aimee climbed out of bed and walked to her study desk. She sat down, turned on her laptop, opened a search engine, and typed:

"You will love the place, I promise!" Attorney Aimee Hill eagerly suggested. "I know the owner and we all share almost a similar past so she came up with the idea to create this place to relax." "Thanks, Attorney Hill," Flora Carter replied with a warm smile. "I will bother you again when I get back, okay?" "Anytime, dear, you are always welcome, you know that, right? Besides, you are among my VIP clients as you never even ask for discounts," Aimee laughed out loud, covering her mouth as it opened wide with her joyous and boisterous laughter.

Alex wrote the book and he is now on a book tour. “Yes mother, I think so” Bri said and Chloe furrowed her brows. What was this kid trying to explain to her?

“Yes, Cain… Yes.” ***** THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR STICKING WITH CAIN AND KELSIE'S STORY! I am very grateful for all your support. If you're looking for another great, romantic werewolf read, try my other book here on GN called HUNTED BY MY ALPHA or find me as Aimee Lane or Aimee Lynn on all your favorite platforms! I have 13 completed books! linktr.ee/authoraimee

Having a separate changing room was a small luxury she could afford. “Hello sugar,” Aimee replied her greeting with her usual buoyancy visible in her smile, as her curls bounced back from her face when she turned to look at her with an austere look – or what she tried to pass as a severe look. Instead, she looked like she was trying too hard which resulted in a forced expression. “You are late. As usual.” Aimee McKenzie was a wonderful friend simply because she was a magnificent human being. Period. Ultimately, everything in life came down to that – if someone could end up being a superb person, he could achieve anything in life.

I replied frustratedly. “I’m sorry sir, I don’t follow you." “Leah. She’s a country girl that moved hundreds of miles away from her family and friends to complete a work placement and study course to further her career. She’s quiet, keep to herself, girl next door type and yet she was broken into and chased downtown. It makes no sense.” “Have the police come up with anything?” “I haven’t heard from Amelia yet. I’m going to call her shortly.”

Carter Carter sat in an uncomfortable office chair, playing on his phone for the twenty minutes while he waited for Mia in the bathroom. He spun around in lazy circles, doing his best to distract himself with emails and phone games, but his mind kept going back to Mia. She was something special. He'd never met anyone like her, and even what he had planned for her today wasn't enough. He wanted to help her fulfill her dream. He wasn't quite sure how to go about it, but if anyone could figure out how to make something work, it was Carter Williamson.

she said and walked away to prepare for their press release. Christopher looked at Aimee in shock. “You really convinced her with just a sentence,” he said. Aimee smiled triumphantly, knowing that she was not just warming her way back to Christopher, she was also creating a deeper bond. “Sometimes, getting your way through things is more than having money and power,” Aimee said and sashayed away to join the presswoman. “That is why you need me,” Aimee said in her heart, wishing that she could say that to Christopher, even as a joke, but she knew that they were not in that space yet.

"It's my birthday! It's baking time with my mom. However, my mom is very busy, so I have to do it on my own. I'm not mad nor upset because I know mom is very busy in the business and dad...he's been missing for three days. I asked my mom about it, and she just scolded me. However, I'm going to bake! They said we should choose to be happy because there are so many reasons to be thankful, and, um, I just made dozens of cupcakes and cakes and everyone loved them! --I also met a handsome customer... his eyes are sad like he's been having a rough day. So, I gave him a box of my cupcakes to make him smile. I hope I'll see him again. He's too kind and I want him to be happy!" Despite the fact that

For Chatrine, this was no longer simply about working at a gallery. It was about winning. About conquering a man named Liam Conelli who had underestimated her far too many times. In the middle of her research, Chatrine leaned back in her chair and smiled to herself. “You may be stubborn, Carpenter…” she whispered softly, “…but I’m far harder than any wood you can cut with a machine saw.” Her confidence in her own strategy remained absolute. “Let’s see who surrenders first.” Long past midnight, Chatrine was still sitting at the table, typing, researching, and scribbling notes with unwavering determination. Her blazer hung over the back of a chair while the clothes inside her suitcase remained