Crow Mary--a Novel Novels & Stories

Naomi's crew, four of them, quiet professionals flown in on a shell charter, took Crowe's four soldiers off the dock in under two minutes and without a shot, zip-tied and left with a folded coast guard tip that would land them on unrelated weapons charges by noon. I walked up the gangway of Second Chances alone. I'd told Zariah I would come back. I intended to keep it. That was the part that was new, the intending. For most of my life I'd walked toward men like Crowe the way water walks downhill, with nothing behind me worth returning to, and it had made me fearless in the way that only the unmoored are fearless. Now there was a stucco house three miles east with a woman in it who'd made me

Rain smashed into the earth like it wanted to bury the whole damn city, turning the graveyard into a sopping mess of mud and hunched figures clutching black umbrellas. Sienna Calder stood off to the side, her boots sinking into the muck, her old jacket—splattered with paint from a dozen late-night rants—sticking out like a middle finger among the somber suits. She wasn’t here to weep. She’d come to see the bastard in the ground for herself.

The moment that the beast turned its attention back to James, I knew I was out of time. My grip on the cup tightened as the words the wolf had spoken to me swirled around in my head. Whose heart had James broken so badly that they wished death on him…..? Marina. A new flood of anger surged through my veins at the thought. “You bitch,” I snarled, uncaring of my foul language. That woman has had a chokehold on James for years, and the moment she realized he truly wasn’t letting go; She planned to have him killed.

It read: The life of Malina Yarrow As if to prove to myself that it was real, I grazed the elaborate script. The moment my fingers made contact; I was consumed with an otherworldly heat. It plundered my veins and delved deep into my bones, spreading throughout my chest until all I could think about was that book. I needed to open it. I needed to see what hid inside. Orion, having noticed what I was doing a second too late, reached out to stop me. I plucked it from the shelf with ease and shook my head at him, warning him not to interfere. His brows were creased with worry, which worsened when he noticed the odd title.

Nibbling in his ear as I whispered this. During her visit to each table, the pregnant woman filled up coffees as she walked. Having reached our table, she held two empty cups in her hand and asked if we wanted coffee. We could smell she was a she-wolf from the way she addressed us by our titles. As I smiled at her, I asked her what pack she was from. When she replied, she said that she had decided not to live on Pack grounds. This had been painful for her as she had lost her mate there and too many memories were involved. However, she got used to this city, and it became her home. She then revealed that she had found a human who was her second chance mate. A tall man with dark hair dressed a

She wanted to finish the conversation before she went My chest did something I kept my face away fro "That sounds right," I sai "She's remarkable," Mara said quietly. Not performance, not comfort. Just tru "Yes Lily looked up then, registered me, and slid immediately off her chair and into the space beside mine. She pressed her coloring book against my knee. "This one's a horse," she said, pointing to something that required imaginatio "I see it "It has four legs "Most horses do

More porous. She read. The novel was about a woman named Clare who grew up in a loud house and learned silence as a survival skill and then spent her twenties mistaking silence for strength. It was about Clare's mother, who had been beautiful and frightened and had made herself small in ways that left no room for Clare to be large. It was about Clare falling in love with someone who saw her and did not know what to do with being seen. It was, Mara understood now with the clarity of six more years and one catastrophic October, extremely autobiographical.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

I will show the world that I’m the real monster of the family. I will turn the black cross, the family symbol into red because blood will flow in the streets of Queens as long as my woman is locked away. End of book 1. The next book in the series will be Michael’s and Lola’s story. The doctor’s convict.

“That’s not a thing.” “It is absolutely a thing.” The corner booth was occupied again. Like it had been waiting. Mara slid Jamie a glass. “Same order.” Jamie wiped his hands on his apron. His pulse picked up, annoying and insistent. He approached slower this time, aware of the way his body felt; too visible, too warm.