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“But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chose to bring her with me rather than leave her, especially as it is dangerous for a girl at home alone. But if I go without her to Rashroff, then let her grace give command to tie her with a cord, or she will play pranks.” “I was no better myself,” said Basira. “They gave her a distaff to spin,” said Zastar; “but she danced with it, since she had no one better to dance with. But you are a jovial man. Basira, I should like to have an encounter with Sir Novoveski, for I also am fond of amusement at times.” Meanwhile, before supper was served, the door opened, and Mellehov entered. Sir Novoveski did not notice him at once,

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. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

Iam going to store the great responses of my gals on Instagram, their comments, participation, gifts in the form of cover pages, aesthetic and everything there. So please Follow me there. I wont be able to answer your queries here. You will get amazing role pictures there. Now moving on, I want to inform you that this story is already ended and my new work is coming soon. The following stories are on its way on Goodnovel. -HIS WORLD (Noah Mcmills and Rainy stone) -GAME OF LOVE (Neha Verma and Dev Goenka) -CHAOTIC LOVE (Viso D'angelo and Isabel Ruiz)

Happy Holidays Everyone. Stay Safe and Enjoy. Klaira The following chapters are a short novella entitled A Black River Pack Yule. It occurs after His Brother's Mate and before Hell Hounds. Because of rules changing it's impossible to find this novella on the GoodNovel app. So I am adding it here for your enjoyment.

I hope that you enjoyed this story. This was one of the first full novels that I wrote. If you have you will also enjoy Across the Desk and the triology that it sparked. it is a dark romance story in which a young woman, Deanna, finds her true love and they forge a bond that not even her insane family can break. The second in the story is Weathering the Storm where their story continues. Then breaking the Eye Wall which they finally find the end of their nightmare together. WEathering the storm is already on goodnovel and Breaking the eye wall will be released in November of 2020.

I pour the coffee and bring both cups upstairs to sit in my room. Once I'm situated comfortably in my desk chair, I pull out my sketchbook. I'm currently drawing a picture of the lake and pond I've just walked through. There's something about it that makes it so perfect and soothing to draw. It takes a few minutes before I'm able to finish my drawing. When I do, I carefully close my sketch book. I then open the laptop and browse through F******k. I see that there's a lot of news articles about the accident. Some articles are about what happened, others are talking about other stuff related to it.

Just unmarked leather and the weight of secrets waiting to be discovered. I opened it carefully, mindful of pages that looked fragile enough to crumble at a touch. The first page made me gasp aloud. Ink drawings filled the yellowed paper—not the crude sketches of an amateur, but artwork of remarkable skill and disturbing beauty. A wolf, massive and powerful, its eyes rendered in such detail I could swear they were watching me from the page. And beside it, a woman in flowing robes, her hand extended toward the beast as if in offering or benediction.

Quickly, I dropped a pen on the floor with a sharp clatter. "Oops," I said smoothly, bending down to pick it up. "Must've knocked something over." Brother Thomas smiled politely, clearly distracted by the noise. I seized the moment, slipping my hand under the desk again. "Stay quiet," I whispered to Noami, "And keep going." The risk made every sensation sharper—sin felt like a dangerous game, and I was all in. Brother Thomas kept speaking about the altar arrangements, oblivious. I nodded where I had to, gave vague answers, all while she kept going—her hands, her mouth, her wicked tongue pulling me closer and closer to the edge.

He walks out of the kitchen with the small precise footsteps of a child who has completed his task for the morning, and he goes back down the hall to his room, and I hear his door close softly. I sit on the kitchen floor with the notebook in my lap. I open it. I look at the map. Then I turn the page. There is another drawing underneath it that I have not seen. Grey has drawn it in a different colour. Green. It shows two figures standing on a pavement outside what seemed like a building. One is a man in what looked like a coat. The other is a woman in a green crayon painted dress. Above the man's head, Grey has drawn a small arrow.

He drops his gaze to the books beside me, I take them in my lap, jerking my hair out his hands. I go through the pages and most of the answers are okay, just not excellently described. I close the books and set them aside, picking up my sketch to add more detail to the daisy considering it's the only part of the drawing that I have full confidence is art, the rest of the drawing? I think it will earn me an A- as usual. Wait, what if the snake shades it's skin as it slithers through the skull like the daisy shaded it's petals?