Books By Tracey West Novels & Stories

It was her way of telling her to shut up because I was not her type. “That obvious, huh?” “Clyve is our guest at the cabin.” “Yeah, that’s right. I’m their guest.” “She never brought someone around. Except for Keene. So, Clyve, how’s your stay so far, honey?” “Great. Looking forward to exploring more of the secrets of this town.” My way of referring Westley as the town. I left them when they started babbling something I could not quite grab on. “You work here, Westley?” I sauntered to the fiction section, pulling out a book by a best-selling mystery/thriller author from the shelf.

But it seemed that the rogues were looking for a way to begin the war without our knowledge. Tracey lay on the bed, snuggling closer to me while I held and enjoyed the warmth we both produced. I hoped that she couldn't sense my fear, because our pack was unsafe and though we were strong, a weak link was all the rogues needed to tear the pack apart. "Good morning, Babe." Tracey greeted while beaming with smiles. She'd never looked more pretty in her knee-length black long-sleeved dress. Her wild mane bounced around her back as she sat beside me and I scolded myself inwardly for oversleeping.

Lorenzo made it is job to always put an eye on Tracy for a reason best known to him, he even put her daughter into the dancer and singers band so she can visit the palace more often but Tracy had just been grateful and never did anything against them. At that moment, Axel reached the house Tracy had gone to the market and Laura was left alone at home to have a proper rest but instead a old book had caught her attention in Tracy library. The book looked like it hasn't been read for days, she blew the dust off the book and open the front page. It was boldly written 'Discovery of the witches'. What is she doing with a book like this?, she had just open few pages when the knock on the door distr

“Just as long as you drug me good. This is a night I never want to remember.” Our eyes locked for a brief standoff of wills before she sighed and got off the bed. Moving to the far side of the room she opened the top drawer of the elaborate nightstand to reveal a telephone. I have no idea who she called, but within a ridiculously short period of time the slender young woman who’d brought my trousseau arrived with a tray containing one vile of liquid, a packet of powdered substance, and a glass. Abigail ordered her to set the tray on a small round table in the sitting area of the room and then leave. Although she did so without uttering a word, I’m sure I caught her glancing my way with a

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After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

We will be glad to see you again. “Send the packages by courier,” I interrupted her goodwill monologue, holding out my business card, “to this address. - Yes of course! - the girl immediately issued a receipt for the delivery, which I put into the clutch without looking, heading for the exit from the boutique. No, I'm not going to carry packages. Moreover, I can’t bring all my purchases today to the house at once. Unless, if you spread it ... Beast growled in agreement, wondering how Oleg and Igor would react to this. I couldn't help but smile smugly - the sight would really be funny. But it's not time yet, Bestia. The she-wolf nodded in agreement, gloatingly tossing me ideas for new purchas

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I try my best to ignore them and concentrate but their high-pitched laughter is making my ears itch. “Ladies please be quiet and do your reading.” Mrs Jones warns and they turn back to their books, aimlessly turning the pages. They stay quiet for a while and I sigh in relief. “I see you hanging around West all the time, you should really stay away from him.” Tracy says in a low, threatening voice. I can’t help but laugh. “First of all, if you’re trying to scare me, it’s going to take a hell lot more than that to even scratch the surface. And second, how’s me hanging around West your problem? Do you like him or something?” Her stare falters on the last question.

She might as well get the day underway. As she crossed the Melbourne Causeway her phone dinged. Glancing at the text she read, Tracey wants to have dinner Wednesday night. She says she misses you. You up for it? Faith couldn't help but smile knowing what Selby meant behind his "up for it". Tracey owned Joe's Bakery & Café across from his bookstore, and ever since he introduced the two women, he hoped for some girl-on-girl action between them. Tracey was a hot little redhead, but Faith had never crossed the girl-on-girl line and wasn't sure she wanted to start. There were still so many other lines Selby and she were crossing.