Cj Archer Book Series Novels & Stories

I didn’t mind, though, as I got to spend time with the other two Chase brothers, and wow, they looked fantastic. Archer had on tan-coloured trousers with a white shirt, buttoned almost the whole way, leaving the top two undone. Axel wore dark blue jeans with a black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and a few buttons undone at the top. He looked just as impressive as his brother. I couldn’t wait to see what the last Chase brother would look like!

I glanced up at Archer, seeing the raw pain etched into his features, the turmoil raging beneath his stoic exterior. Read my other books that are available on GoodNovel !. Mary Redferne (will be completed next month) 2. Danika Williams 3. Emily Warner 4. The Mafia and the HR 5. The Mafia and his Stalker I want to express my heartfelt gratitude for all your unwavering support throughout this journey. Your encouragement means the world to me! Mark your calendars because my new book is set to release on June 1st, and guess what? It's going to be absolutely free! 😊

Hredhaan Rajvansh This is the third book in the ace series and is about the third ace of the 5 ace group, Arjun Malhotra. This book is divided into two phases Phase 1-> Childhood Phase2-> Grown Up

I said. Archer corrected his square frames as the light flared in his lens. “Ok. Just give me some time. I’ll be right back.” “Ok.” I looked around his chamber and for the first time in all those years, those black jacketed books that looked all the same intrigued me. I had seen Janus always have one such book in his bag with him all the time. I took out a book and leafed through the pages. I turned over the pages and then back, but it was blank. Maybe it was a notebook, and I thought they were books. If so, then Janus kept reading blank pages all these years?

“You said that I must join the council when you return. Surely that meant that you are leaving to go somewhere. Where are you going?” Of the three siblings, Archer had always known that their youngest one was the most intelligent. He was a leader, Agatha was an adventurer, and Madeleine was a thinker. She was astute and observant; always planning, always pondering, and always seeing beyond what was obvious. At times Archer could almost see her mind running behind her cold, onyx eyes.

I get out of the chair and jut my chin at him. “What’s that?” “Oh,” Archer looks in his hands. He runs a hand through his hair. He’s clearly uncomfortable. “It’s a – uh book on mates.” He looks back at me. “I was thinking about our conversation. Wanted to know more.” I can’t believe it but Archer actually seems a bit embarrassed to be holding the book “Oh,” I say. “That’s…nice. What did you find?” He raises the book slightly. “Not much that I didn’t already know,” He looks around the room. “There’s books in here from the 1700s. I was hoping they’d tell me something I don’t know or provide a different perspective. But nothing.”

But since there is nothing to do here to calm me I picked up one pocket novel and read it. Archie is a carefree guy, he doesn’t care about other people’s feelings, he doesn’t obey the rules because he knows his parents would do anything to keep him out of trouble that’s why he didn’t let it pass when a new girl, Caz from the province made him look like a fool, assuming that she stalks her when in fact she doesn’t. He loathes Caz for being stupid and clumsy all the time and in every circumstance she’s there to ruin everything for him but he couldn’t get rid of her in fact he’s more drawn into her because she has a resemblance to the girl she met at a bar.

Archie extended his hand for a shake. If looks could have killed, Archer Calhill's hand would have been a pile of ash. So maliciously did Samar glower at that offending hand, that Maahi couldn't help but cringe for poor Archie. A little intimidated, Archer dropped his hand and moved closer to Maahi. Considering the nature of her family's business, he knew he should have asked this before presenting his hand. "Is he dangerous?" he whispered in her ear.

he said and I could visibly see Damon relax. “So do you write the same stuff?” Kat asked more intrigued now that she knew who Archer was. “Hell no, she writes all those weird fantasy stuff, I write historical war fiction,” he said. “I think I’ve read a few of your books, Archer Blue right,” Damon said and Archer smiled. “Yep, that’s me,” he said as if it was nothing. Damon and Archer talked about his books and dominated the whole conversation so Kat and I moved to the living room with a bottle of wine and I asked her if she knew what happened when Damon went back to that bar and returned full of blood.

Zara even used my parents' mating as a stepping stone to get what she wanted. Over the years, the Cummings family got rich and lost their minds, trading their history of begging for a new brand of toxic arrogance. They'd forgotten where they came from. Archer was the Alpha of the Razor Pack; there's no way he didn't know this history. He had a predator's instinct for this kind of thing. He had to know that moving them right across from my family was a blatant act of war. A look of realization flickered across Archer's face. His dark eyes glinted with something sharp—the look of a hunter who'd just spotted his target.