Best Of Sandra Brown Novels & Stories

~Sandra’s pov~ Of all the people who could have walked into that club on the worst night of my life, it had to be fucking Ryan Hale! Not a stranger. Not some random person who wouldn't know my face from a magazine. No, it had to be the one man in the city who could destroy my reputation and dismantle everything I was trying to save with a single phone call, and he was standing right there in front of me with that arrogant, slow, cutting smile that had always made me feel like he could see straight through every wall I'd ever built around myself.

I asked. “I am,” she replied confidently. “I thought you said it was Sandra who wanted to snatch your man. Aren’t you doing the same thing?” I challenged. “I’m more beautiful than her. Why would you want someone who doesn’t even have any experience?” she retorted. I scoffed, lifting Sandra’s things. “Sandra is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I’m satisfied with what she can offer me.” I walked back to the car and opened the trunk, dropping her belongings inside.

Micah could not help but wonder if she was truly a woman. Why wasn't she shy or reserved? Sandra was bolder than any man. Micah gulped nervously before saying, "That's one way to put it. But don't you feel like you're at a disadvantage by letting me see your body?" "If you think I'm at a disadvantage, why don't you show me yours? That way, we'll be even." Sandra then beckoned with her finger. "Come here. Let's shower together." At that moment, Micah felt that Sandra was up to no good, like a witch from a fairy tale.

"What did you say?" Renee could not believe it. "It's true," Jacquelin replied casually. "Sandra previously used the computer Lena is using. You know who Sandra is, right?" Renee paused. Sandra used to be an excellent salesperson, playing a big role in the sales department's success at one time. However, her remarkable skills and good looks had made others, especially Jacquelin, jealous.

Just then my phone rang, it was Sandra. "Hello" I said as I swiped the phone. "Girl, where are you? Kathy brought her tools, I think I am looking at a black nylon that disturbingly looks like a body bag. Somehow it fits into her purse." Sandra said in a stage whisper. I had to laugh, the only person that rivaled Kathy in the dramatics department was Sandra. Two peas in a pod.

But because of Sandara’s beautiful figure, he completely forgot how to think straight. He had been with countless women. Kissed them. Slept with them. But never, not once, had any woman affected him like this. Just watching Sandara’s body was enough to ignite heat inside him, and he let out a deep breath as the bulge in his pants tightened painfully. But things didn’t stop there. In one swift motion, Sandara removed her shorts and tossed them onto the floor just like she had done with her shirt earlier. Afterward, she stared at the floor for a long moment as if deep in thought.

"We'll see each other at the workshop next week." Soon, everyone dispersed to their corners. Sandra and I did same. "I believe in you, Savannah. Besides Reynolds, I saw your samples. You are even better than Miranda herself," Sandra acknowledged. I smiled, not saying a word. "I just can't wait for it next week. The look on their faces when you beat them," She added. "Sandra, don't believe in me too much. Anybody can come out better," I mumbled. "Are you kidding? Maybe I have to confess. Your soap smelled so nice, I stole one from Ryan's office," She blurted out with her eyes shut tight.

"Spill it, Sandra. I'm quite busy today." She leaned forward, her voice hushed. "I've been hearing some whispers in the shadows. Whispers about Blue Moon Pack. It seems they're in turmoil. Quite the opportunity, wouldn't you say?" Alpha Shane's eyes narrowed with curiosity, mirroring Damien's earlier intrigue. "You've been snooping around in my business again, haven't you? What exactly have you heard?" Sandra's grin remained as enigmatic as ever. "Just a little birdie telling me that there might be a chance to strike. With Blue Moon Pack in chaos, we could make a play for power that no one would see coming."

“Fine, Baba.” “Fine?” he said, voice rising. “Fine isn’t enough! You’re a Mokoena! Excellence is not optional!” Sandra swallowed her words and went upstairs. Once in her room, she pulled out her notebook, scribbling lines with urgency: “I am not your ambition, I am my own. Every stethoscope chokes me, But my pen sets me free.” She laughed softly, imagining Abby fainting if he ever saw it. Tshepo’s Dangerous Game

" He asked. Jake asked. "Lorraine is my bestfriend." Sandra said. "Correction she was my ex-friend a cheater and a traitor. By the way what is she doing here?" Lorraine corrected. "Come Lorraine, that was a long time, you already married a billionaire." Sandra retaliates. "Which you tried to seduced lately." "What can I do when your man is not satisfied in what you offer." Sandra said cockily. "I must say you are too envious of me that you wanted to take my used goods." Lorraine said.