Book Redemption Road Novels & Stories

The truck groaned, its engine a ragged, dying cough. We pulled onto the road. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small, crumpled piece of paper. It was a drawing Leo had made in the nursery. A wolf. A moon. A house with a red door. I folded it up. I tucked it into my boot. "You got family down south?" the driver asked. I looked at my hands. They were empty. No rings. No scars that hadn't already begun to fade. "No," I said. "I’m starting a new book."

he winked playfully, and I smacked his shoulders. "Just kidding, I need you to look for a book that was stated here; Copperhead Road by Roger Canaff. Read it for me, will you? I tried to search for it online, but the security system blocked me, there is something about that book. I am pretty sure that all the copies in the library have been thrown away too but I'm hoping that this person has hidden a copy. It was stated in the journal that it is her favorite one and she would always hide it behind other books to make sure that no one else takes it," he sighed and looked deeply into my eyes. "Cana," he said in a serious voice.

"Learn to keep people dependent on you." - 48 Laws of Power. - Dallas Demitri Ortega - The night was extremely cold, I could not bare the chill that seemed to seep into my bones. It was one of those nights when the wind howled and the rain beat down on the hood of my car. The sky was dark with only a few stars visible and the city was bustling with activity, oblivious to the cold night. I sat in my car, staring at Marion, the rival casino across the street. I sat there, trying to figure out what to do next.

(completed) Hide and Seek: The first book in the Trio Legacies series. This is a werewolf book about all of the children from the Trio of Mates Series. Finding their mates, fighting the Riding Hoods, and facing a changing supernatural landscape, the children will now take over the mantle of leadership from their parents. Lots of graphic smut. (completed) - Second book, Red Rover, is ongoing. Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (ongoing)

Who believed in me even when I did not believe in myself. And maybe—just maybe—I would finally let Colt back in. Not as my savior. Not as my everything. But as a partner. An equal. Someone who understood my darkness because he carried his own. Maybe we could heal together. Or maybe we would heal apart and still find a way to coexist. Either way, I was ready to find out. The journey back took three days. I rode slowly. Deliberately. Savoring every mile. When the Redemption Creek town sign appeared, my heart both lifted and clenched.

she said, handing it to Sally. Sally found it hard to mask her disappointment. “Oh,” was all she could say looking at the battered green cover. It had an old woodcut on the front, showing a hare by a riverside, looking up at a smiling moon. The title, printed in crude block letters, was Highways, Havens and Highlands by James Hendry.

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

I unlocked the door and climbed out, staying in the shadows. "Look who showed up!" Zane yelled. He clapped Roman on the back. "I didn't think you’d have the guts to put your car on the line, Reed." "Just tell me the route, Zane," Roman said. "And make sure the money is in the bag." "The route is the Devil’s Tail," Zane said. He pointed toward a narrow road that went right along the edge of a cliff. "Winner takes the pot. But there’s a catch."

The next morning I woke up bright and early so I could get everything ready for the trip home. I finally decided to read the message I had received last night. This only further confused me, does he think it’s ok to be ice cold one minute then try to apologize the next? I really could use a strong drink and it's not even noon yet. I met Logan in the lobby before the car arrived to take us to the airport. Logan of course looked great but I didn’t let it affect me.

I was so insistent on holding onto what has never belonged to me. When I came around once more, the narrow road behind me was already filled with traffic. I had no time to lose. I took a deep breath and knelt in front of Francis. "Francis, it's all my fault, but my father is innocent. Can you please clear a path and send him to the hospital?" I prostrated myself and bowed to the ground in front of him, baffling the other surrounding drivers. "My father has lost consciousness due to a cerebral hemorrhage. His life is at stake! I'm begging you, only you have such powers!"