Baldacci New Book Novels & Stories

And pulled out a paperback like she was presenting a newborn. The cover showed a shirtless man with a wolf in the background. I stared at it with the kind of horror reserved for secondhand embarrassment. Bailey slapped it on the counter. “For book club.” I read the title and nearly choked on my tea. ALPHA MOON: CLAIMED BY DESTINY. “Bailey,” I said, voice strangled, “I can not read this.” Bailey’s grin turned feral. “You absolutely can. And you absolutely will.”

All of our lives were returning back to normal. Liam was in school once again, and his story was being turned into a documentary. A writer was also writing it to turn it into a book, it was a beautiful story, a story of survival and determination to survive, to live. I was back at work, but I had a different plan for myself and my son after this case. During the past year while the case had been dragging on, I had used the proceeds of Nova interiors to set up another branch in California. That was my plan. I was going to move away with Liam, and I was going to start afresh.

Rebecca's POV I stepped down from my limousine gently. I was on my way to a business meeting for a new initiative where we would now be selling automobiles—a different niche of business than I was used to. This was very challenging. But despite all the challenges, I couldn’t help but hear the rumors spreading around. “The wife of CEO Gabriel Moretti is accused of the murder of two people.” At first, I felt empathy for him. I mean, yes, I was one of those seeking absolute revenge on him so that he might learn his lesson, but now his wife has found herself in the midst of a murder accusation.

A blonde haired lady said into her recorder before bringing it close to my mouth. “I feel great about it?” I said curtly. Then there came another lady stretching her hand enough just so her recorder could near my mouth. “We learned it's a contract marriage, please, could you tell us if the terms are any stringent?” I held my breathe and swallowed a lump. “I would rather not disclose that to the public.” “How does it feel to become an accidental billionaire?” A voice trailed over, and with that I wound up the glass and drove by. We remained silent throughout the rest of our drive until we arrived at Beatrice's office. I pulled up in the parking lot and killed the car engine. “We are 10 minute

I say, my voice calmer this time, but my rage is still swirling in. The man holding me rolled his eyes, but the calmer one stepped forward, his face unreadable. “You are Dove Baldini.” My throat tightened as I swallowed hard, controlling my raging nerves. “You were born in Denver. Your father is Marco Baldini. You work at Velvet Lounge under the name ‘Cherry.’ You slapped a man last week in the VIP section and got fired. You currently owe two months’ rent, and your tuition deadline is in six days.” What? I blinked in disbelief. How can he just lay out my life on the table like that? Reminding me of the misery of life I had earlier, but if that was misery, my situation now is hell.

The grey-blue eyes which stared back at her were bright, yet dark and she still couldn't believe it was him; the same man who she'd met in prison and made her life feel like hell, was clad in a three piece suit which exaggerated his athletic build and chiselled jaw. And if that wasn't enough, he's getting married to Tessa Maddox; THE Tessa Maddox! "It can't be possible." Lena whispered, wallowing in her disbelief as her eyes read the tagline "The man, the myth, the legend: Thane Moneau's journey to the top." 'What top?!' her head screamed still not accepting the fact she was staring at a billionaire boss. The same Thane who is the son of her now dead boss. Her eyes strayed to the date on the

I looked around in fear, hoping someone would jump out and say it was all a cruel prank. I pulled myself a bit together and bent to pick up the pieces of paper scattered across the floor. The cold night breeze blew them further away from me and I shuffled around in anxiety, chasing to pick each one of them. I struggled with the breeze to catch the last piece of paper when a set of Lou*s Vuitt*n limited edition men shoes landed on the paper. I looked up and saw the same man from the gala earlier who had given me the envelope. He crouched down, picked up the paper, dusted it and handed it to me. His expression had changed. The charming, magnetic man I’d spoken with at the gala was gone. What s

I smirked and turned around to wait for her first order. “Um… can you please get the pan?” I did as I was told and we worked together till dinner was ready. When everything was packaged into the refrigerator and she was gone with her own portion I insisted she carried, I settled into my favorite armchair in my living room and turned on my phone. The headlines flooded my screen just like I had predicted: Manhattan’s most eligible billionaire found grocery shopping with an unknown woman by his side. Popular billionaire Alessio Castelli caught on the streets of Manhattan with a new female companion who looks nothing like his usual type.

It's Monday morning and Max’s alarm pulled him from his sleep, which he didn't get a lot of last night thinking of Jenna and what happened in the car. Getting up and ready for work. The Criminal Investigations Division which he works in is his passion. This weekend he needs to be on call the major drug bust that his team is planning is very near. Then he goes on long service leave he wants to get away with Jenna. He no longer wants her to work. They can both retire enjoy life, get married have kids. That’s what he wants. The perfect life with Jenna

I started getting dreamy thinking about the shower and garden at the Ricci’s place, “I just want that waterfall shower and I’ll be set for life.” Bellona laughed lightly. Mrs. Ricci stepped forward to hug a woman who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere. The bright platinum hair reflecting off the afternoon sun hurt my eyes, but I composed myself the best I could and introduced myself as an old friend from the States. The woman was Mrs. Bianchi herself, and I was concerned that she had too many flowers in her hair. But it seemed she had a nice secluded life mothering her plants and being surrounded by the ocean. The more I thought about it, the more appealing it sounded.