Best Julia Quinn Books Novels & Stories

The private record of her kitchen was about to become global history. Julian walked into the sitting room. He wore a dark sweater, the sleeves pushed up. The press machinery of the last two days had finally quieted. Tomorrow, they were flying home to Cedar Falls. He saw her face. He walked over and sat down beside her on the sofa. "The editor called," Aurora said. "The pre-orders," Julian said. It was not a question. "Yes," she said. "They are repositioning the book. It isn't just a memoir anymore. It's a major literary event."

The Swiss Alps were silent, but my mind was a riot of static and headlines. We were safe in the Bliss Foundation’s high-altitude villa, but the "Gold" scar on my arm was itching—a phantom vibration that told me the world wasn’t done with Elara Favour just yet. "You’re doing it again," Julian said. He was standing in the doorway of the study, silhouetted against the moonlight. He had a glass of water in one hand and a tablet in the other. "You’re writing the lead in your head before the event even happens."

“Two years ago, Eliab Demora died. He left the throne of Delta Pack in the hands of his daughter. And that daughter? She wasn’t fit to take over. She was hurting. She was broken by her father’s death. So, she handed the keys of the office to her husband. She gave them to Julian Callistus—now Julian Demora—to take care of things while she rested.” I laughed now, but there was no joy in it. “And now, that daughter— I —comes back to the office, and you, Julian, have the nerve to say it is your office?” I paused. My blood was hot now. “What makes that space yours? The deeds have zero records of your name. So, what did you see? Tell me, Julian. Tell me what makes that place ‘your’ office?” The si

"One of the things Janet wanted to experience was a slave auction. Julia intends to sell her sexual services this evening after some other entertainment. She'll be sold as a red silk slave if any of the women buy her, but white silk if you buy her. Do you remember what that means?" "White, oral only, red silk, anything goes." "Exactly. Only her ass is off limits because she's being prepared for anal intercourse with butt plugs. Julia wants you to bid for her, make her feel like you want her." "I want her, no question," Chen said. "You remember when you and I were bidding for Gwen and you bid me up to make me pay what she was worth?" "I remember. Am I going to have to bid against you the same

It was so ridiculous the things she could get up to but she looked so damn cute and hot at the same time as she whisper-cussed, so wrapped up in her world quite oblivious to this world where men leered at her like she was a Christmas-wrapped present that came too early. Wayyy early because it is fucking July! “Well…” Mr. Stefan grinned. “I was just wondering why I have never seen your date before.” Because she is different from the kind of women we see here. Because she is special. Because she is mine. I wanted to say all of that to their eager faces as they all looked at me enthusiastically so desperate for my reply. “Well… this is Julia,” I said trying to introduce her casually like every

I asked scrunching my brows in disbelief. She shrugged. “No reason, just wanted to know.” She's unbelievable… Why would she possibly be asking me that kind of question? “Well if you must know, I'm twenty and three years of age,” I replied and she nodded. “Anything else?” She shook her head and I made to leave. “The ritual is happening tomorrow, you should be prepared.” Walking out of her room, I felt a sense of unbalance. Julian was anything but a regular girl. She seemed off, oddly provocative, and too headstrong for a commoner.

I told him before I hung up. What would she be doing with one of the Browns? How did she get there? I restrained myself from going and snooping around. If I was caught, it would be hell for our family. You didn’t mess with the Browns. I may be royalty, but I wasn’t stupid enough to anger them. I’ve heard the stories of what their sadistic children have done to people who upset them. Julia’s POV I felt like I was swimming in a sea of blood and pleasure. All I knew was that pleasure was given to me by Jasper, and I craved more. I forgot all sense and reason as long as he kept feeding me his blood and cock.

“I don’t play games with things I want.” Inside, my thoughts scattered. I don’t want commitment, at least not right now, and definitely not after Liam. Not after being chained to a man who never saw me, never touched me the way I wanted. I want fun. I want fire. And if this is what Julian is offering, if this is the clean line he’s drawing—why not? I set the papers down with the intention of finishing up later and turned my full attention to him. “You’re serious.” “Very.”

I yelled at her. Julia opened her eyes again, guilt flashing across them. “I didn’t want to be connected to him. I left that life behind… after he rejected me and left me on the borders of the pack for rogues to ravage. I got saved by someone from Dylan's pack and I built my life there.” Beck scoffed. “Yeah, sure. That’s why you ran the second Kian called you out, huh?” Julia looked down. “…I ran because I thought if Viktor found out I was still alive, he’d come for me. There was a reason why I was left for dead. No one who knows about them goes scot free.”