Best Diane Chamberlain Books Novels & Stories

she teased as they went inside. Dannie hit the showers again and spent the rest of the evening curled up in a large overstuffed chair in the corner of the estate’s library. Being surrounded by books, most of them classics or three times older than her, it seemed almost wrong to read a cheap paperback bodice ripper. Dannie only let it bother her until she got to the really good, steamy parts of the book then she forgot about everything. Unfortunately, that meant she was dragging her sorry ass to bed way later than she should have. Dannie stripped off her clothes, tossing them in a corner vowing she would pick them up when she woke up and threw on an oversized t-shirt and crawled into bed. Wit

"You've been documenting this for years. You have fifteen victims. Why not do this yourselves?" "Because none of them are in the game anymore," Diane said quietly. "They're out of fashion. Broken. Invisible. Their stories would be dismissed as ancient history. Bitter old women with axes to grind." She came to stand beside me. "But you? You're current. You're fighting back publicly. You're cooperating with the FBI. You have credibility and visibility they never had. You're the perfect vehicle for exposing Shaw because you're the victim who refused to stay down."

“Do you want to come along?” I freeze. This is unexpected. Suspiciously unexpected. “Why? Are you suddenly feeling guilty, Mr. Graham?” “Do I have any reason to?” he asks, voice steady, unbothered, like he’s discussing stock prices. Diana’s POV I spend half the day in my room, buried in the new fantasy book I’ve been obsessing over. Honestly, the book is the only reason I haven’t overthought my entire existence in this house. That, and the free Wi-Fi that is probably fast enough to power a small country.

But one thing I know for sure is that she'll be stuck with me for a very long time and I must not let her take control. Diana headed for the door, “Come, I know one thing that could help you.” I eagerly followed her as she took me to another room. In here, there were just books. So many books, there was barely spaces to walk through some areas of the room. “Diana, what are searching for this time? I assume it's a book..” I asked as I squeezed myself in, following her. “Of course. Just somewhere in here, there is a book you'll definitely love to have. It has everything you have ave been searching for, how to take perfect control.”

“The suspense is everything. Diane really knows the good stuff.” “Do I?” The sound of Diane’s voice caught our ears, and we turned in the opposite direction and our eyes landed on Diane. I guessed because we were so focused on grandma Mary, that we were aware of when Diane arrived. “I was telling them all about your book. It’s the best.” Grandma Mary said, with her eyes glued on Diane. “I just couldn’t put it down.” “I told you would love it.” She said, moving in isla’s direction. “That book had me locked in my room for days.”

She closed her book slightly, resting her thumb between the pages to keep her place. “What are you reading?” Diana asked. Melody turned the cover toward her. “The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown.” “Oh,” Diana said. “That one.” “You’ve read it?” Diana laughed again, sharper this time. “God, no. I don’t read.” Melody hesitated. “You don’t?” “I don’t have the time,” Diana said easily. “Why live in a book when you can live the things people write about?” She took another drag, eyes fixed on the ocean.

The kind of panic that made me want to set fire to the world, only to sift through the ashes for what was lost. Perched on a sofa clearly not meant for someone my size, I fanned through one of the thousands of books the male, Dain, had sent to the suite. Half of these tomes read like textbooks, while the others were packed with fiction and myth. There was no way of sorting between what might be real, and what might’ve been the illusive dreams of some ancient, long deceased scholar. I’d been seconds away from voicing as much when I heard a breathy little whimper, not unlike the one’s my mate had mate last night, sound from across the room.

It immediately grabbed my attention, although the chairman was currently showing me a beautiful portrait of his wife, spread over the wall above the shelf. “Isn’t this magnificent? It’s her favorite self portrait.” “It’s very beautiful, sir.” I said, but my eyes were glued to a book I had picked from the shelf. “Does Mrs. Darnell read as well?” He glanced at the book I was holding, and gave a wistful smile. “She’s an avid reader. Just like you. She is obsessed with romance novels from her favorite authors. But she hasn’t read most of the books on this shelf, because many of the are latest novel series from her favorite authors.”

I go dreamy; oblivious of whom I'm talking to. "Are you sure Northanger Abbey is what you want?" Liam asks, as though trying to correct my scruple. Well . . . Looking around, I spot a few of Danielle Steels' books and she's one of my favorite authors. "Can I just have Malice?" I ask, and Liam doesn't budge for a minute. I try to keep calm, watching him moving graciously, before he plucks a well preserved copy of Malice. I think I'm going to stick with the latter tonight. It was my first novel to read, so it's kind of exciting to reread it.

He found it and headed back to her room. Lilian was fully engrossed in her book. She didn't hear the lock turning and soon enough, the door flung open. She was very startled to see Damian standing in her room with a key chain in hand. She looked at him. It didn't take a genius to put two-and-two together. She rolled her eyes and went back to her book. It was a response that Damian expected. He watched her read with so much intrigue. At least she had the sense to read. He stole a glance at the spine and saw that The Kama Sutra was written on his. His body shivered pleasantly. It was his favorite book and she was reading his best volume. He smiled slyly to himself. "Let's see how much she has