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Damien explained and hung his arm over Jade's stomach. “I tried to home medicate on my own because there were no pharmacies open by that time. But night came and I couldn't sleep. I heard wolves howling from far off. Like hypnotism, I left home again and followed the sounds till it landed me in a forest and I saw many others like me.” He continued his explanation but Jade was getting scared now. Had she just made a mistake? He heard her thought but decided to ignore it for the moment and carry on with his narration.

Below the image was two words that he knew would end his happiness and cost him his family: I KNOW. The End Will August pay for the sin he committed even though he was only keeping his promise to Elizabeth? Find out in the follow-up to August Rain, available early November 2021. ************************ If you cannot wait that long and need your Mafia Trinity fix, please read my newest novel December's Symphony. With twice as many twists and turns, Amy's descent into darkness with leave you breathless for more! Amy knew that capturing the eye of the infamous Antonio Russo would only lead to torment, but she found she couldn't stay away from him and resist his charm. Yet in the midst of their

We lie on the bed. Damon's head is on my chest. My fingers are in his hair. His hair is soft. The rain is loud. "I am happy," he says. "I know." "I am not used to it." "You are getting used to it." "I am trying." "That is enough." He closes his eyes. I watch his face. The rain falls. The world turns. The room is small and warm and full of nothing and everything. --- The rain stops in the evening. The sky clears.

Then she died in my arms. I suddenly woke up and saw the handsome face of my husband. Dame: Are you okay? You were crying and shouting mom Alex. You're having nightmares? Alex sat up with the help of Dame. Dame: Do you always have nightmares? Alex: No. Maybe because of my period and tiredness from travel. I'm not always like this. This is the first time i dreamed something like this. Dame got up and pour a glass of water from the bed side table and gave it to Alex.

“I think you’d be prettier if you didn’t hide your face behind a book.” I placed the book on my thigh and stared at Azrael who had a gentle smile on his face before he moved closer. “What about your partner?” Azrael asked as I shook my head. “What’s the name of the book you’re reading?” Azrael asked as I stared at the book. “Dreams and Nightmares by Sidney Raul.” I replied. “What’s it about?” Azrael asked.

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DREA Wait. My eyes squinted, looking at a young August. This was him. Those eyes. That smile. The way he looked at me. My blood ran cold. August was the guy in my dreams. And not in a romantic way. In a sick, twisted way. My breathing increased as I clutched my chest. I closed my eyes tightly. Calm down, Drea. Breathe. I took deep breaths in and out using my mouth, trying to calm down my heart.

After the boys had left my room, I went through my bag and pulled out my favorite book, Night Flame, by Catherine Hart. I sat back in my chair by the window, prepared to spend the rest of the afternoon reading when a shiver ran down my spine. I jumped out of my seat and spun around to see a pair of yellow eyes glowing in the corner of the room. As those eyes drew closer to me, I realized that it was Simon, the fae that came to warn me the other day.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

The cliffside mansion rose like something out of a dark romance novel, all glass and stone overlooking the crashing waves. I arrived at exactly 11 PM, my heart hammering as I clutched my portfolio. My name is Nova Ellis — twenty-four, unpublished romance writer with a drawer full of very spicy manuscripts I’d never shown anyone. Damien Cross opened the door himself. At thirty-six, he was even more striking in person — tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp cheekbones, tousled dark hair, and piercing steel-gray eyes that seemed to strip me bare with one look.