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However, as I turned to leave, Louis took my hand and said, "No matter what your mom says, I'll only believe what I see. "Our wedding will go ahead as planned. Don't you dare think about leaving me." My eyes stung with unexpected tears. This was the first time anyone had chosen to believe me despite my mother's words. … After the disastrous Christmas dinner, Louis noticed my lingering gloom and suggested that we go on a road trip for a few days. We chose to go to a nearby small town. The festive atmosphere here felt much richer. The food was also wonderfully fresh. Louis and I had a great time.

“Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack. Never do that again. You’re crashing at my place because there’s no way I’m letting you stay here unsupervised.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm back🙂🙂 This is my early Christmas present to you guys. I know I was supposed to release book 3 of the WTAH series, but this book has been in the drafts since last year and I need a bit of a break from the series (book 3's ideas are all over the place and I'm still trying to sort through them). Anyway, this book is a standalone and a short story (the chapters might be short too). I know it already sounds off-putting but I promise it's interesting becau

Sometimes when I feel like I don't want to write anymore, I remember that people are waiting for my update, and it feels like I owe them. Then I revisit your comments; believe me, they inspire me most of the time. Thank you for your kind words in your reviews too despite my imperfection in grammar, you still made me feel loved. Thanks to every other person that helped me in one way or the other. I love you all. Enjoy this festive season and always live your best life. Merry Christmas to you all and a prosperous New Year. I will see you all in 2023. Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS.

~The End~ Thank you all for reading, The Wolf Without a Name—Book 1 in the series. A paperback of this novel can be found on A****n with a beautiful cover you have to see. Book 2—Alpha Christian—will be coming soon to A****n, edited version. Want to read more books written by me? Visit my F******k page @ A.K.Knight or my I*******m account @athan941 to see my other werewolf/romance novels. Make sure to follow and like my social media accounts to be informed when Book 2 is available in both paperback and hardcopy.

She answered and Christian rolled his eyes, looking away. “Oh, it’s the eleventh of March, by the way,” Mishka said, and Christian looked at her with a surreal smile on his face. “Let’s plan a secret escapade! What say?” Christian whispered, lightly biting her earlobe and Mishka smiled in response. “We have a book launch tomorrow. Aren’t you excited about meeting your favourite author?” Mishka asked, raising her eyebrow, and Christian pouted childishly. “Yeah, I want to, but it’s our first wedding anniversary. Why did they plan the book launch tomorrow? Let me request Warren Thomson to postpone it.” Christian complained and unlocked his mobile phone to give him a call.

Vendor updates. Then I saw it. A folder labeled Private. My pulse quickened. Inside were dozens of emails. Messages filled with affection. Admiration. Devotion. You don’t know how hard it is to watch you every day and not be able to touch you. One day, you’ll see me. You’ll understand how much I love you. I don’t need a name. Knowing you is enough. My throat tightened. No sender name. No profile picture. Just an anonymous admirer who refused to reveal themselves.

“Apparently, I can’t leave my restaurant unattended without chaos breaking loose.” He chuckled. “That’s because you run a tight ship.” She softened. “Maybe. But I don’t regret it. I’m glad we came home for Christmas. I needed that time.” “Me too!” Laya chimed in before yawning so wide her eyes watered. “Best Christmas ever.” She rubbed her face. “Daddy, can you tell me a bedtime story again tonight? The one about the brave princess?” Jordan nodded instantly. “Of course I can. Bath and PJs first, then Momma will bring you the phone. And tonight, that princess might get a dragon.”

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. I’ll Be Home for Christmas (A Thorntons Christmas Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for

Keenan took Dawn home before the sun had set. At home, Dawn checked her laptop for any more updates. There were a few e-mails from Wordsmith Literature. They let her know that the books have been delivered in the bookstores and would begin selling on the 23rd. Anyone who wanted to purchase it could have it just in time for Christmas. Usually, it’s not advisable to publish a book during Christmas since people are busy with Christmas events. It would not be ideal especially if it’s an author’s first book.

I have never trusted December. People say that sounds dramatic, but those people never watched their parents’ house burn down on Christmas Eve while the rest of the town kept singing carols like nothing happened. So yes,every time snow falls, my skin crawls. And tonight, on December 1st, Hallowpine is drowning in it. Snowflakes tumble from the sky like they’re drunk on holiday spirit, sticking to my eyelashes as I lock up my bakery. Sugar & Sin,the name sounds cute until you realize the only sugar inside is the kind I dump into coffee to survive this town.