Autumn Romance Books Novels & Stories

Autumn said, her focus already shifting to the next task on her list. “Why?” the ever-nosy Rosaria asked, her eyes narrowed. Autumn rolled her eyes. “I have plans, Rosaria.” “What plans?” Rosaria pushed, her voice dripping with implication. “Are they plans with that handsome man who’s been waiting outside the office building every evening?” Autumn’s typing stopped. She wasn't embarrassed, but she was calculating. She lived her life with a clear boundary: her personal life was hers alone. Finally, she resumed typing. “Yeah. Him.”

This is book two in the series, we are going to see Autumn evolve to become the person she is meant to be with her bff and vampire love by her side

Nora brought white roses when she visited me in the hospital. She fumbled with the flowers, accidentally tipping over the vase and spilling water everywhere. "Oh, no. I'm so sorry, Natalie," she babbled, scrambling to clean up the mess. "I didn't mean to do that." "It's fine," I said, even though nothing really was. She sat down, nervously fiddling with the edge of her skirt. It was a fancy Chanel, a present from Francis, but I was the one who had picked it out. "Natalie, have you and Francis been at it again?"

Or that they at least, got the wrong impression of her. “They think I don’t like romance?” She asked like there was someone else in the room with her. “Well, I bet they’ve never even messed around with any guy before. They’ve probably never even gotten kissed by a hot guy before and I’m the unromantic one?” “Otherwise they wouldn’t shut up about it. I would have heard stories about it”. “I’ll show them both that I’m not what they think of me”. “I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him”.

Chapter 1 Autumn’s POV One second I was locking up the coffee shop after my late shift, and the next everything exploded. Shouts ripped through the alley behind me, and boots pounded towards me. A hand clamped over my mouth so hard my teeth cut into my lip and bled. Strong arms hauled me backward into a van. I kicked and twisted, my heart slamming against my ribs. “Let me go! What the fuck are you doing?” My voice came out muffled against rough fingers.

I spent the first 34 years of my life in Alaska, land of the midnight sun, but these days I'm located in Washington, and am enjoying a much warmer sun :) I'm married to my high school sweetheart, John, who is known to bring me flowers "just because" My leisure time is filled with gardening, sewing, art and reading. Connect with me online at: www.autumndawnbooks.com http://authorautumndawn.blogspot.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

Connect with me online at: www.autumndawnbooks.com http://authorautumndawn.blogspot.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)

I noticed that Kingston was not beside me. "I stood up and went to the washroom.I collected my toothbrush and brushed my teeth when I was done .I had a quick bath .I guess Kingston already went to work. I came out of the washroom with a towel wrapped around my body and bumped into Kingston who held me preventing me from falling.He was dressed for work.He looked like those sexy CEO in romance novels.He looked really great in his suit.Well Kingston is so handsome and is good at manipulating people like he did to me.

Otherwise, I would suddenly realize how badly I had strained my eyes. I arranged the flowers, petals, and leaves I had prepared between spring and summer, layering them into a composition of gray and blue. “There. Maybe I should add a yellow pansy here and make it look like the moon.” One advantage of living alone was that I could talk to myself without lowering my voice. The disadvantage was that I seemed to be doing it more and more often. I was making bookmarks as Halloween gifts for the children at the library. We had made pressed flowers together during a summer workshop, so I thought they would probably enjoy receiving them.

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on