Dovekeepers Book Novels & Stories

Tinkersley got drunk in Lonesome Dove the day he left her, and he told everyone in the Dry Bean that she was a murderous woman. So she had a reputation in the town before she even unpacked her clothes. Tinkersley had left her with no money at all, but fortunately she could cook when she had to; the Dry Bean was the only place in Lonesome Dove that served food, and Lorena had been able to talk Xavier Wanz, who owned it, into letting her do the cooking until the cowboys got over being scared of her and began to approach her.

I felt a gentle press to my lower abdomen, her buds rubbing against my skin. It struck me that she only had a tiny halter top and a xxx on. Her long legs and exposed back were all I could see. Hannah had a tear on her top, probably from the struggle with the intruder. The outline of her well-endowed bust was visible beneath the fabric. My head started spinning, and I nearly had a nosebleed. I couldn’t talk right. “M-Ms. Lovely, I…” Hannah looked at me tearfully. “I’m so scared, Brook. Can you stay with me tonight?”

Therefore, their business is still on and running. A few minutes after the vulture left, the dove regained consciousness, stood on both feet, and jumped out of the grass in which he was enveloped. He then realized that one of his wings was broken and he was bleeding as well, though not as serious as the first time. The dove managed to fly home with one of his wings. Directly, the dove flew to the palace to show himself to the king and also tell him about his discovery. The king was surprised to see the dove in his palace with a broken wing and bleeding as well. Quickly, the king ordered the royal physicians to treat his wounds and they did. The dove was well treated, the bleeding stopped, an

Dove looked at the Kingston manor in complete awe. It was so enormous just like a castle. She looked at the luxurious cars that were parked in that were parked in porch. Her eyes held lust for all these luxury. She walked along the butler to the main entrance of the mansion. Hazel was very excited to meet Dove. She will be meeting her after 3 weeks. She had also made lasagna for her. Though she wanted to invite Noah as well but after the scandal of taking name of an non existent guy “David” and being raped for it she decided it’s better not to rile her beastly husband more!

Adele hauled her brothers up by their collars and marched them off toward the keep for washing, ignoring every protest, already so much the woman she would one day be. Blade's hand found mine. Brynn's found the other. The three of us sat there on the wall and watched our children go, and neither of them said a word, because there was nothing left that needed saying. I was happy. Years ago, when I was sold here as a breeder, I never expected to end up here with my two wonderful mates and my sister. Blessed with beautiful, amazing children. Maybe I was lucky after all.

Birds had nested in the dashboard. At midday, they stopped to eat. Damon pulled from his pack a battered copy of *Watership Down*, which he’d scavenged from a burned library two towns back. He read aloud as they chewed dried fruit and jerky, his voice soft and oddly reverent. It was the only book they’d kept, after the world ended. As he read, Elena watched Donovan run perimeter checks, ever alert. She wondered if this vigilance would ever break, if he could ever trust in the possibility of a future. Damon caught her glance and folded the book shut, reading her mind as always.

Many years ago, I suffered a head injury in a car accident and ended up brain-damaged. Only my godmother, Fenelle Porter, remained to care for me after my parents' long-ago divorce and relocation. As my mother's closest friend, she possessed a mature elegance, a striking figure, and a complexion that was both fair and smooth. My feelings for Fenelle ran deep, leading me to frequently lose myself in late-night fantasies about her. A recent accident changed everything. While Fenelle was out shopping, I fell from a cabinet and struck my head. Although the impact unexpectedly restored my mental capabilities, I chose to maintain the facade of my previous condition.

You know those days when you're absolutely certain you hate someone's guts? Every little thing about them drives you crazy the way they scrunch their nose at your cooking, the critical tone when they point out dust on a shelf, the cold indifference in their eyes when they walk past you like you're invisible. That's how I feel about him. Julian Blackwood. My boss. The billionaire who treats me like I'm beneath his notice unless I'm doing something wrong. And then I found out someone wanted him dead. I should have let it happen. I should have kept my mouth shut and watched the empire crumble around the man who made my life miserable. But here's the thing about hate it's dangero

As I hoped, they were all books written by April Dove. “Why did you buy these? I didn’t tell you about them.” I gasped, taking out the books one at a time at a snail’s pace, enjoying the wonderful euphoria feeling that was so wonderful. I had only told him about The Pink Hearts And Sunshine series and not the others. So why did he get them?

It vanishes quickly, though. “She has terrible taste in men, and one day it will ruin her.” “I’d like to meet her one day,” I say just as the door slams open. Knight runs in so fast I just about see a blur of movement that lands on my cushion. “You must be Dove,” Knight nods at her. “I expected you to be a bird, and I am disappointed.” Dove laughs, as do I. “This is Knight,” I say. She smiles warmly at him. “Nice to meet you. Sorry I disappointed you. How come you’re living here?”