Carolyn Brown Books In Order Novels & Stories

Please note all the books will be stand-alone as well. * Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Brandon & Sophia’s Story) Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story) Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Calvin’s Story) Book 4: Fated Mates: Love Over Everything (Liara’s Story) Book 5: Mine: His Caged Princess (Tiara’s Story) [Ongoing] Book 6: It Ends With Us, Mate (Colton’s Story) [Upcoming by the start of June 2023]

She tentatively asks. I nod, still in a mind-blowing trance that this place really does exist. I turn my attention to the rows upon rows of books all neatly lined on antique shelves. “Pardon me, but am I missing something?” Althea’s voice cuts into the atmosphere, confusion and curiosity ring out with her words. “Tell me everything,” I say meeting her dark brown eyes. She squirms under my command and for a brief second, I think she is going to fight it.

Flavius lays across the expanse of our bed Vega resting behind him. He grasps a book delicately between his fingers and he read its content. I help but let my eyes wander across his focused figure trying to commit the scene to memory. Midday light shown on his face lightening his deep brown eyes to almost amber. "I find it rather hard to focus with you staring so intently," Flavius mumbles never looking up from the book. I laugh laying at the foot of the bed.

Seems like they want to make fun of me so I decided to finish my coffee faster and ask them to our first destination. The Family History Library. You see why I am in this place called Las Vegas? Because once upon a time, when I am so desperate to see Arianne and was in a very broken state because of her betrayal, I acted impulsive and reckless. I get to be with a girl I never know that much, fucked her all day and marry her at nightime.

The city roared with the shattering of car windows, a whirlwind of vibrant neon lights, and shadowy streets that seemed to exist in stark contrast to the serene sanctuary of Catalina’s home. Her heart quickened as she relived the whirlwind of moments that had led her into this haunting reality. The unforgiving leather seats dug into her back, a stark reminder of the unyielding nature of her life. Inside the car, she was surrounded by an oppressive silence, heavy and binding like chains.

They were outnumbered, outmatched, and outmaneuvered. Brown peeked around the tree, his heart thumping faster than the sound of feet around him. A group of women charged toward him. They were muscular and tall, brandishing spears, and covered from head to toe with strange red paint. He scrambled for a gun, pulling it in front of him. "Stay back. I'd shoot!" One of them moved in front of the others, knocking the gun out of his hand with little fuss. He put out his next attack, biting at her hand. She didn't back off. Instead, she steadied her grip and landed a large right hand on his cheek.

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.

- I added. - Guess I shouldn't have deluded myself like this...- mysterious blonde sighed.- It seems mother fulfilled her threat, crossed me out of the family books and burned all photos of me.- she continued, and when I heard these words, something began to appear in my head. - Sister Margareth? Margareth McQuinn?- I asked, looking at her intently.- You are my sister, 50 years older, the one who fell in love with the demon, ran away with him and was cursed out of our family and the whole community, right?- I deduced further and all these pieces of the puzzle began to fit together more and more.

Putting a solid plan in place, the only thing missing was the location of Riocht. I had Tyron, my future royal Delta, right now, Gamma of the pack, and Xander begin to comb the library for any information about the kingdom, and King Mathias was going to have Abner Brooks start looking in their library. Unfortunately, any books that had been in MacTire had either been destroyed or moved a long time ago. Lamia was going to contact Tawny and ask them to research their books too. Remembering, it was Tawny who first alerted us to the fairy tale about this shifter prophecy in the first place.

demeanor, but they hadn’t shown any disrespect towards me. As if on cue, the brown-haired one turned to me like she could read my mind or some shit with a weird look in her eyes that I could quite gauge. Something was off or different about her. “Who? Her?” I asked Arron. “Nah. She’s fine as fuck too. But that’s not who I’m talking about. The other one.” He pointed to the younger woman in front of Onyx. “The one that saved me, then slapped me.”