Books By Kimberly Mccreight Novels & Stories

He reached for it, and I reluctantly lifted my knees to let him take it. He read the title aloud, his voice laced with amusement: “Captured and Claimed by the Mafia Don?”. "Really? Kimberly" I glared at him, my embarrassment mounting. “It was the only interesting book here.” His smile widened. “Out of all these books, that’s what you call interesting?” “What should I have read instead?” I shot back, gesturing at the shelves. “One of those dry leadership manuals?” Without responding, he pulled a book off the shelf. Rich Dad, Poor Dad. He held it up as though it were a trophy.

Dear Reader, Thank you very much for being an awesome and supportive reader. I appreciate. I do hope you are enjoying the book? Please don't forget to vote for PEACHES AND BOTTLES. Do drop a review too, so I'll know your thoughts. Enjoy! Warm Regards, ❤️ Pinkie Alaha. CHAPTER SIXTEEN. Nigeria. Kim is in her bedroom. She is laying in bed crying, her dog playing with her hair, her laptop beside her. Jennifer walks in with breakfast; Porridge yam cooked with dry fish, uziza leaf and diced beef.

Everything led back to her and our kiss and I wanted to do it over and over again, and more. I fell on the bed, kicking my shoes off and picking up my favorite book. La Divina Commedia, a three-part poem about the travels through the three regions, Hell, Purgatory and Paradise. It was an immediate distraction from my tormenting thoughts and the fact Emiliana was only down the hall. Or so I thought. Soft knocks, almost inaudible, tapped on my door. Louder ones followed before the door swung open.

he stated, his voice firm with determination. Rebecca's expression remained stern, but her voice dropped to a low, urgent tone. “Then stop your whining, and come help me find something in these bookshelves that'll help us solve this problem without killing her.” she said and pulled out another book from the shelf. Kimberly, still feeling worn out, groggily raised her head. Her vision was blurry as she tried to make out the strange surroundings that enveloped her. She felt hot, like there was fire burning right next to her, and her blouse was soaked with her sweat.

She knows that she does not hold up her end of the conversation either, but she is just not in the celebrating mood. But just as the food is cleared away and the children are taken to play somewhere else, a strange smell hits Kimmy. One second she is sitting there, watching them carry her carrot cake away and the next she is sniffing the air, because the scent of coffee and old books hit her. For a moment, she truly believes that she is going to turn around and see some old man reading a first edition Charles Dickens novel while sipping black coffee from a large mug.

Tonia Hugged her more tightly as she sobbed more on her. "I miss them so much," Kimberly mumbled, Gazing at the pictures. She couldn't help but feel that Henry and David were alive and her instincts were never wrong. "Wherever you both are, no matter how long I'll wait, I must find you both," Kimberly vowed. THE END! Thanks for reading^_^ Note: Stay tuned for Book 2 "Empress Revenge: The Return Of Kimberly George.

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“This is just like the papers that the witch had.” “It is.” She read some more. “But then a love between two witches changed the world. One had skin of bronze. The other had skin of gold .” “Do you know much about Grace Moon?” “I went to a book conference about six years ago, and she signed some of my books.” She lowered and pulled them out. “These ten books right here are the Cravings Series.” “What was it about?”

Or there was something else? “Are you okay?” he asked before he could stop himself. Kimberly hesitated for a second too long. “I’m fine,” she said finally, though her voice wasn’t convincing. “Just… tired.” Before Bryce could press further, Keira returned, hopping back onto his lap with the book in hand. “I found it!” She held it up proudly, showing it to her Mom. “Mommy, it’s the one with the dancing fox! Remember?” “I remember, baby,” Kimberly smiled, and Bryce watched that tired expression vanish instantly. Her entire being lit up for her daughter.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?