Books Similar To Stephanie Plum Novels & Stories

I stared out into the garden, watching a bird flutter past, completely unaware that I was dying inside. If only she knew about the agency. If only she knew that the my stepbrother who just wrapped his arms around me like we were lovers… wasn’t even really human. That my life had become some jacked-up version of a horror novel, complete with mates, bond, and people who could shift their bones and skin into something out of a damn nightmare. I couldn’t give her that weight. I couldn’t take her normal, sweet, glitter-filled life and throw it into my chaos.

It wasn't until he finally got up and went to the bathroom that Cara Reyes finally dared to release her lower lip she'd bitten down on until it bled. The bathroom door was ajar. She watched through the crack in the door as Austin carefully rubbed the nightgown with his fingers and even sniffed it at times with a dazed look in his eyes. "Winter… Winnie…" Winter Langford was Austin's younger stepsister. Half an hour later, Austin finally came back to the bed, but he still kept an arm's distance away from Cara. He didn't even touch her throughout the entire ordeal, but Cara couldn't go back to sleep anymore. She kept her eyes wide as she lay awake, lost in her memories.

They both looked up as we parked, and matching smiles spread across their faces. “How was the bookstore?” Mateo called out as Mom and I got out of the car. “Wonderful!” Mom beamed, holding up the gift bag. “We found the perfect journal for Ryker. Delilah had such a thoughtful idea.” “I’m sure she did,” Dante said, his storm-gray eyes locking on mine. “Always so thoughtful, our step-sister.” Mom didn’t catch the edge in his voice. She was already heading toward the house, eager to show Ryker what we’d found. “Let me go tell him we’re back. Delilah, can you help the boys bring in those last few boxes?”

“Bennett, you’re coming to dinner tomorrow, right?” “Yes, ma’am.” “My sister Stephanie is coming. I want you to meet her.” I glance over at her. “You already setting people up?” She ignores me. “She’s… a little different. Good at her job, beautiful, got curves that kill more like Clover but is blonde.” I raise a brow. “And,” she continues, “she’s a lady in the streets… but a freak in the sheets.” I damn near choke. “Did you just say that about your sister?”

Her voice got wistful and trailed off. I scoffed, and apparently out loud. Darcy & Laura came around the corner. “Oh…sorry, we didn’t hear you come in Aurora… we’re almost finished.” “Don’t worry about it, I’m just training with my brother today. No need to rush.” Everyone was always in a rush around me, it was almost as if being around me made them uneasy, but I was never anything other than polite and mostly at times, timid, I preferred to fade into the background. I liked to observe people, for instance, I knew that Darcy’s parents were both omegas, when she turned and was a beta they threw a huge party for her. She likes the color pink probably a little too much, she’s obsessed with my b

“Where are you headed?” “Brad and Trak made a run into town for supplies, but they left plenty of stuff for lunch and told us to take what we wanted.” Christa glanced at Steph and laughed. “We’ve both got books we’ve been wanting to read, so we’re going to veg out at my cabin with food, a bottle of wine”—she laughed when Steph held up the bottle—“and the books. They’re your sexy romances by the way. I’m reading Hot Alphas. Steph’s got one called Alpha’s Woman. Notice a theme, here? It’s all about the alpha male. We’re thinking of them as educational reading at this point.” She laughed and jabbed Steph with her elbow. “And wondering, of course, which guys here are the true alphas.” She laughe

"No! I don't want your mum feeling guilty for my parents being cruel and narcissistic. She did nothing wrong but try and get me and my mum to sort things. Don't show her Ashton, I don't want her to blame herself." Nodding I pull her to me. "You really like her, don't you?" She nods and smiles at me. "It's strange. Most stepsiblings we hadn't didn't last long. We didn't like sharing our space with them. It meant most ended up living with our mother and their dad. So often they were gone quickly. Our mum likes you though, before she even spoke to you much, that first day seeing you she liked you."

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

The day had been long and tiring, full of unexpected events. I bent over to set the alarm for tomorrow and reached for my book. I have been engrossed in a collection of traditional fairytales with a mafia spin. They were captivating, and I cherished the quiet moments when I could indulge in reading them. Stephanie Swann was one of my favourite authors, and I loved the worlds she created in her books, especially the morally ambiguous male characters and fierce female leads. After devouring three chapters, I glanced at the clock and sighed in disappointment, realizing I would have to wait until tomorrow to read more.

Why did he feel so familiar? “Ladies, I’d like you to meet the newest member of the Zuckerman Real Estate sales team, Lance Northrup,” Melanie said with a syrupy voice that grated on me like nails dragging across a chalkboard. “Lance, this is my good friend Nora Oosterhout and her boss, Esmerelda Sleuth.” “Friend,” Nora said as she nodded and smiled her greeting to Lance. “Esmerelda is my friend.” Melanie’s brows raised. “Oh? I didn’t realize. I thought she was just your boss.”