Donna Tartt Books In Order Novels & Stories

I wanted nobody to hear or see this; I needed to believe that no one else would know. "Does everyone know that Walter Arellano's perfect, diligent daughter has a wild side?" he added. I couldn’t respond—yes, I was a total slut, a horny mess for this man. I never imagined I had this side, but it was like I was only discovering it now. He pulled his hand away from me and pressed it to my mouth while leaning his body against my back. "Suck my fingers, Maddie. Taste yourself." I followed his command, sucking on his fingers. The sensations were indescribable, making me burn even hotter.

This is where the second book ends (yay). I’m ending it here because I felt that the storyline was starting to get too long for one book. This means that there’ll be a third book, but (drumroll) it’ll be part 2 of this one. But I’m calling it Mates and Temptations because The Pains of Guilt Part 2 didn’t sound catchy. And as a special little something, I added a bonus chapter after this one and a little blurb about the third book. I don’t have an exact date for when I’ll release book 3 because when it comes to my writing, I hate deadlines (they make me rush things and it affects the quality of my writing). The only reason I had one for this book is that I already had a lot of chapters ready

They all started trying to mediate. "Donna, the Don's just been injured. Maybe his mind's unsettled." "Yeah, just let Camilla try for now. In seven days." Seven days? They thought I would hand over my position and wait quietly for Camilla to take my credit and rise to power? I gave a sharp, humorless laugh. "Why bother going in circles? I'm filing for a divorce right now."

"Please." I poured two glasses of Chianti while he explored my living room. He paused at my bookshelf, studying the titles with the same attention he'd given the art in the gallery. "You read everything," he observed. "Occupational hazard. Art history, philosophy, terrible romance novels—I'm not picky." "What's this one about?" He'd pulled out a worn paperback with a ridiculous cover. I nearly choked on my wine. "That's... embarrassing." "Now I'm curious." "It's about a woman who falls for her bodyguard."

He shot out an arm and clamped his hand around my wrist. "Isabella, what is this madness? Don't make a scene." The pain sent me stumbling, and Amelia was instantly there, her hands steadying me with false kindness. "Donna, what happened to you? Please, don't embarrass the Don." She leaned in close under the guise of an embrace and whispered in my ear. "So clever, our Donna. Did you guess it was me who went there?" "Don't worry, those old paper files take up too much space. I'm helping you clean up, making some room for the family."