Books By Jennifer Robson Novels & Stories

Said it, buttoned his trousers and disappeared out of the train. "Did he force you?" Robert repeated his question. "Actually... well, he just went for my clothes without asking for permission, you..." Jennifer tried to stammer a dodging explanation. "So you liked that, being used by some guy in public!" Robert laughed. "And I thought you would be faithful to little Peter, to our little dreamer. But you are just another little bitch spreading your legs for anybody." Jennifer felt how even meeting Robert got out of control while the train started moving again. Why isn´t she able just to tell him to shut up? That this black guy has forced her to do this and she just didn´t have a choice? "So yo

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

Robin injected the antidote usually used for unmated she-wolves in their heat to control their body sentiment and reduce the pain. “She will fall asleep soon,” Robin said, leaving the room. Jennifer heard Robin. She knew what was happening, but her body was not listening. She silently cried, which did not go unnoticed by Raymond. “It will be fine.” Jennifer did not know why he disliked her so much. She was in pain, yet he was not ready to do anything with her. Closing her eyes, she found solace in his scent, which somehow brought her a sense of calmness. As she reached the point of almost falling asleep, she sensed movement on the bed. Soon after, she heard the door closing, followed by a ru

HUNTER Our trip to New York was less tiring than I thought, I can even say that it was a riveting trip, Maggie sleeps cuddle up in my arms while I read ‘Archer’s Voice’ by Mia Sheridan, with the cover covered in black , of course! After all, I’m tired of my friends making fun of me because I’m a MMA fighter who likes to read novels. We get to Park Central Hotel and Gary check us in, I’m so happy for Maggie being here with me I’m barely able to hide my happiness. Gary looks at us hugging in the elevator and throws a bucket of cold water on me by saying:

I shift uncomfortably in my seat when Noah walks in and stands beside me with a sad smile on his lips. I go to ask him what’s wrong when Shari brings in a large black book. It looks ancient. The edges of the pages have yellowed over the years and will no doubt crumble when touched. She places the book on the table in front of me as she flicks her wrist as the pages turn and stop. I place my mug down and shuffle forward, and read the names. When I gasp at the names, I am seeing. My stomach rolls as I fight the urge to vomit. Robert and Jennifer have a fabricated mate bond!

Happy New Month to each and every one of you. I invite you to check out my other book, "Bound by Fate: Mated to the Enemy." It's currently undergoing revision, and I hope you'll give it the same love and attention you've shown "Sheep in Wolf’s Clothing." Once again, I can't express how much I appreciate your support. With love, Jennifer Reginald

he began, "I've been thinking about us and the future." Cynthia looked up from her meal, her gaze soft and attentive. "What's on your mind, Roberick?" Roberick reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, leather-bound book. It was a beautifully crafted journal with blank pages, waiting to be filled with memories. He handed it to Cynthia. "I want us to create a journal of our journey together, filled with our thoughts, dreams, and experiences. Something we can look back on as the years pass." Cynthia's eyes shimmered with emotion as she accepted the journal. "Roberick, that's a lovely idea. I cherish our moments together, and this journal will be a precious keepsake."