Carissa Broadbent Books Novels & Stories

The woman handed her the folder and left. Carissa turned toward me. “And you, my friend, are coming with me.” I frowned, because I had only just got here. And a little snooping would not have been bad. “Coming where?” “Shopping.” The answer came so casually that it took me a second to process it. “Shopping?” “Don’t sound so excited.” I stared. She grinned. For some reason, I was beginning to suspect Carissa enjoyed confusing people. An hour later, I found myself standing inside one of the most expensive boutiques I’d ever seen.

The woman looking back at her bore little resemblance to the uncertain, angry person who had helped orchestrate her family’s kidnapping weeks earlier. This woman had steel in her spine and ice in her veins. This woman understood the difference between loyalty and stupidity, between strength and cruelty. This woman was nobody’s victim, and nobody’s pawn. The city spread out before her as she merged onto the highway, full of opportunities and challenges that would require the kind of calculated intelligence her mother had always claimed to possess but never actually demonstrated. Carissa Santos was done being defined by other people’s wars and other people’s failures. It was time to write her

Carissa was fierce in appearance, yet soft-hearted inside; she had no desire to leave and certainly didn’t want to fight Harper. Outside the airport, Harper panted, voice urgent. “Now, tell me. What’s going on?” Carissa glanced at her watch; the flight had already departed. “It’s Phoebe. She made me leave.” Harper was stunned. Carissa pulled her suitcase and plopped down on the fence by the terminal, recounting everything. Carissa was in her third year of graduate school, preparing for her doctoral exams. She and Phoebe, one domestic, one abroad, had no overlap—except they both interned at the same international pharmaceutical company, BioL Corp.

She got to know Vanessa but not to the point of seeing her as a close friend. Carissa is a high-spirited soul, Which is why I can't figure out why she's been dating my bro Jeremy for so long. He's reticent, always takes things seriously, he's good at football and numbers....but he's also a giant nerd, but a rich nerd who has it all thanks to mommy.

In that case, all bets would be off. . . . . . THE END . . . . . Ember Casey is a USA Today bestselling author who writes books about wicked billionaires, Hollywood bad boys, playboy princes, and rugged adventurers. The other stories in her bestselling Fontaines of Hollywood series include The Lies Between the Lines (Luca's story!), The Secret to Seduction, The Mystery of You, and the Thrill of Temptation.

When I think of everything that has happened, it is all so small considering where our line started from. Side Note. Hi lovelies, if you haven’t yet. Please give the following books that are connected to this series a read. Tesoro (Cassandria and Matteo’s story) Undercover (Teagan and Antonio Moretti’s story. Angel’s mom and dad) Thanks for reading. Much Love Becca Lou xx

I hush her, but she’s already turned a few heads. “What’s there to be embarrassed about? Lots of people are into it,” Debbie says. I blink. “They… are?” “There’s a really popular book series out right now, best seller, that has a BDSM relationship. Here let me write down the title for you.” She writes me a list instead. “This is the order to read them in.” Then she scribbles down a name. “This is the author.” She passes me the list and I look at it, unsure.

Pleased with the reflection before her, she proceeded to make a phone call. "Brett, it's Carissa. Where are you at the moment? I'd like to discuss something with you," she conveyed. Brett Christensen, the renowned private detective in the city and also Carissa's uncle, received her call. Coupling it with recent headlines, Brett likely deduced the purpose behind Carissa's impending visit. "Targeting Kathy," he muttered, as he delved into his exclusive database, scouring public information about Kathy. Upon concluding his search, the doorbell chimed. Welcoming the visitor at the door, Carissa stood before him, noticeably slimmer, hinting at the challenges she had faced in the preceding days.