Blindsided Book Novels & Stories

As much as I’m sad to close this chapter, I know it’s time for me to move on to new beginnings. But don’t worry—there are still stories I’m excited to share! If you enjoyed Blinded Dreams, I encourage you to check out the prequel, Dreams Come True. It tells the beautiful and unique love story of Sabrina and Travis, where Sabrina first sees Travis in her dreams. Their journey is heartwarming and full of surprises, and I’m sure you’ll love it as much as I loved writing it. Additionally, if you’re into fantasy, my bestselling novel Third Chance Mate is something you won’t want to miss. It’s a world of adventure and magic, and it holds a special place in my heart.

I blink several times as I take out the book and see purple tentacles on the cover. I blink and flip through it. flip through it. Holy crap. This is not the last Slade Gray book. Things happen in this book that blow my mind. Things happen in this book that blow my mind. eight fucking dicks? I feel the floor drop out from under me when a thought occurs to me. thought. My fucking soul mate thinks I read this shit. There's only one, maybe two men brave enough to do this shit to me.

HIS BLOW My body hit the ground harder than I expected , cold concrete meeting the side of my cheek, shocking, heavy, distant. And then, Voices, Sharp, Echoing. Footsteps pounding toward me. Someone gasped loudly. Another voice shouted in panic: “Oh my God, somebody call an ambulance! CALL AN AMBULANCE!” I tried to open my mouth. Nothing came out. I tried to lift my hand. It didn’t move. My body wasn’t mine anymore ,just weight, and heat, and noise. The ringing in my ears grew louder, drowning everyone out until it was the only thing I heard. A blur of shoes crowded around me. A shadow , tall, familiar ,backing away. Daniel. He didn’t come closer. Then the shadows stretched and disappeared a

He then winked at me before finally shutting the door behind him. “Gross.” I mumbled. I would be damned if I didn't find Dax disgusting. “He's a pathetic one.” Knox mumbled as he nodded convincingly. He turned his gaze to me, brushing his hair lazily to the back. I nodded in agreement as I lowered my eyes to the book in my hand. Only then did I get the chance to look at its name. “The Obsidian Binding” It caught my attention all of a sudden. “The Obsidian Binding.” I mumbled almost inaudibly.

The day I get my sight back just happens to be my birthday. I plan to drop the good news on my wife, Mya Murray, during the birthday party she is throwing for me. Instead, I end up discovering a "surprise" she prepared for me first. Wrapped in a layer of gauze, my eyes are useless as Mya carefully takes my hand, leading me into the second-floor banquet hall. She whispers thoughtfully in my ear. "Honey, I know how much you love surprises, so I had a batch of roses flown in straight from overseas to build you a flower bridge and hired your favorite live band. "Every business titan and prominent media outlet in Hartwell is right here in this room to celebrate you. Do you like it?" She sta

Blinding her with it he tightened it behind her head. The blindfold did the trick of scaring her more than she needed to. Never had she felt so helpless in her life. Not that there already wasn't too much to see in the room and the blindfold gave her a convenient excuse to not suffer his gaze, and yet she felt uncomfortable. With her vision gone, all of her senses enlivened altogether paying attention to the features of her circumstances sharper than before. The thundering rain felt closer, near her ears whispering its promises of ruining intentions, she heard her hearbeats on the backdrop of the bolts, feeling the light touch of his knuckles as they traced her cheek.

The kind of voice that had never needed to be loud to make people listen. I took a breath and walked inside. He was sitting behind a large desk. Dark hair. Strong jaw. Exactly as unforgiving as the photographs had suggested. And his eyes— Pale grey. Almost silver. They were pointed somewhere just past my shoulder. Not at me. Through me. For a second, I didn’t understand. Then I remembered. He couldn’t see me. I’d read about the accident. I’d known he was blind. But knowing something on a screen and standing three feet away from the person it had happened to were two completely different things.

BLIND BILLIONAIRE BRIDE (They call it madness but he calls it love) EPISODE ELEVEN THEME: The fear of men CHICAGO, UNITED STATE OF AMERICA AINSLEY HOSPITAL IN WARD 206 Ria reminisced over the earlier incident with the man who had retrieved her purse at the pack. She had really tried to concentrate on counting her steps back to the ward with the bottle in her hand but then someone had bumped in her way and she lost concentration with the bottle falling off her grip. It didn’t take long for her to hear giggling in the hallway then she realized children were around. She had searched for the bottle of water but couldn't find it and at that point she almost regretted not letting Emily take her ba

I climb the ladder to get up where I see books of mythology and fictional books. Alas! My kind of book. I pull out one and realize that it is heavier than I imagined it to be which took me off my balance, making me fall to the ... Wait, something caught me. I mean someone caught me. With his strong arms. I looked into his eyes as he was without his glasses. I don't know what to do, our lips are almost touching. He is blind but It felt like he could see through my soul. Damn, he looks good. I mean I know he looks good but I've never been up this close.

My quota of ten deaths per city was almost full. Being blind was hard - no one wished that for themselves, but I found it easier since I was an Alpha. My senses were ten times better than humans and so, I was a perfect blind man who could do almost everything. But I needed my eyes for one thing… "Hey, handsome." A lady snapped me out of my thoughts. I was sitting at my favorite spot in the club where I could feel the movement of the crowd better and the scent of different perfumes mingling with the smoke from the dancefloor.