Carson Series Novels & Stories

Looking very nervous. “What’s going on?” Sylas asked. “What are you doing here, Carla?” “You two should sit down,” Rick told us. Sylas took my hand and led me to the chairs by the desk. Carla came over from the window where she had been waiting. She twisted her hands in front of her as she took a deep breath. “Carla, you obviously have something to tell us,” Sylas said. “Just say it.” She took a deep breath. “Carson is dead,” she stated. “He’s been murdered.”

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

Private. I should have turned around. I didn’t. The hallway opened into a large living space, all open windows and soft furniture and sunlight spilling in like it had been invited. And I saw them. Carson. And the same blonde at the bust station the other day. They were close. Too close. With her skirt bunched up around her waist, her bare breasts exposed with Carson’s hand groping one of them so tightly as they made out, her hand roaming his bare chest.

How could he feel this way towards his boss? Carson narrowed his eyes, feeling annoyed. Raymond, looking away, made him think Raymond was not bothered. “Oh yeah? Just watch me.” And with that, Carson pushed Kaiden away, grabbed another man, and kissed him. Raymond was shocked. But that was not all. Carson kissed multiple men at the bar, all while still looking at Raymond, his gaze not leaving him even once. The scene was chaotic, with Kaidën looking on in shock and Raymond's emotions in turmoil. What was Carson's game, and why was Raymond so drawn to him?

Empty palest grey and completely devoid of human emotion. ‘’I want you down at my office for nine a.m. We start going over the designs and brainstorming over the problem with finding escorts on a permanent basis and working out other fine details. From here on in you can call me Mr Carrero, and you can try opting for longer dresses and keep your tits under wraps when I am around.’’ He yanks my robe closed in front of me harshly and I automatically catch the fabric and pull it tighter in a bid to feel more secure. Scalded, seething and cursing that this went the whole opposite way to how I imagined it would. I thought getting under his skin was going to be a piece of cake, but I underestimate

Carson put his jacket on, when everything was ready he went outside and locked the door. He glanced at Eileen’s door and continued his way to Amana’s office. He knocked and the door opened. He asked her about the task that was given to him, his task was to stop a man that was hiding in one abandoned factory in the city. “Adrian will meet you there and you should go back with him,” he’s on a mission today.The man has a hostage with him, which is his girlfriend who knows nothing about promises. Carson must defeat the promise user and take the hostage to the academy to heal her and take her memory about promises.

‘HAS anyone seen Dr Willoughby about?’ Ben asked in the unit later that day. ‘I think she’s left for the day,’ the afternoon shift nurse Carla Yates informed him. ‘She was on call last night so I expect she was feeling a bit tired. It was a busy night. Do you want me to get her on the line for you?’ ‘No,’ he said, reaching for his phone. ‘I’ll call her myself. It’s not urgent.’ ‘She’s nothing like her father, is she?’ Carla asked after a little pause. Ben looked at her with as little animation as possible. ‘What?’

The dimly lit booth was as romantic as it possibly could be, with candles lit on the table. The waitress brought us 2 glasses of scotch and we ordered our meals. “I’ll have the classic Alfredo with truffles” Janice spoke. “The lobster please.” I told her. “So listen Janice… I really loved the past few days we’ve had together. And before whatever is going on between us gets any further, there’s something I have to tell you about my line of work.” I told her. “Now I understand if this changes how you feel about me, but I’ll cut the chase. Janice, I am the leader of the Los Grove Cartel.” Looking into her eyes to try and guess what she was thinking.

His words carried a playful menace, yet his tone was deceptively calm. She shook her head quickly, a reflexive denial, but her fingers betrayed her. Her grip on the glass she held grew tighter, the tension in her trembling hands palpable. The fragile glass teetered on the verge of shattering, its surface slick with condensation. Carson sighed, his lips pressing into a thin line as he watched her. The faintest hint of disappointment flickered in his eyes, a confirmation of what he already knew. She was lying. Who wouldn’t be afraid of him? He was Carson Meyer—the heir of a mafia empire, a man who lived and breathed control, power, and destruction. Even he knew he was a heartless jerk, someone

Anthony asked him in irk. “That was not going to happen.” And the reason Carson gave for it got both Anthony and Celeste jump out of their skin. This book is the sequel to Irresistible love with the mafia. You can read Carson and Scarlett's story in this book.