Elle James Books Novels & Stories

FROSTBOUND; A JACK FROST EROTICA RETELLING BOOK 1 Intro: Eirlys Virelle has lived her entire life untouched by warmth not just in body but in existence. All her life she’s always been the unnoticed nerdy girl, now tucked away in a quiet town as a reclusive bookstore owner where nothing ever happens and no one ever really stays or cares. She’s convinced she’ll die alone, living a lonely life with just her and her cat!

The only thing cutting through the mountain’s groan was the buzz of the transmitter against Jasmine’s hip. Elara stood on a ledge of cracked black glass. One hand was pressed to her ribs, trying to hold herself together. From her fingertips dripped something that shouldn’t exist — gold and shadow and white fire, all swirling together. Where it hit the ground it sizzled, burning right through the violet words Jasmine had carved into this place. “You’re making the mistake of a bureaucrat, Jasmine,” Elara said. Her voice was low and it made the violet mist in the vault shiver. “You think because you bought the ink, you own the story.”

"Julian Sterling gave his computer architecture to give you three minutes of time. Time is constant, Miss Vance. You can't write a book when the publisher has already cancelled the series." The headlights were then fifty yards away. The low predatory roar of the engine was deafening. It vibrated through the asphalt until the keys of her keyboard began to chatter against the frame. A-S-D-F-G-H-J-K. "The notebook, " Elara whispered, her eyes darting to the leather journal tucked into her waistband. It was soaked through, the edges of the pages swollen with rainwater. The gold ink she had written on the second page still glowed, a faint stubborn amber light pulsing through the leather.

She heard stories as a little girl and read all the detailed books she could find. Lucky for Nick, she still had some books stored on a small shelf in the corner of the living room. It took a few minutes for her to rummage through the shelf to find the old book of strange phenomena of the soulmate bond. Nick watched her search through it, his eyes darkening with impatience. He almost got on his feet when Esme pulled out a heavy book from behind the shelf. “Found it!” Esme settled back in her seat and dusted the little dust that decorated the brown book cover.

Jake could feel the jitters building in as he prepared to give out information that he was more than confident would generate a frenzy of actions. “Beta, they have found her; Ema’s top team just came back with information that Amelia is somewhere in the city. ” Hope and dread flickered in the round brown pupils of Elijah as he peered intently at the cup. “Where?” he demanded peremptorily, and his voice was considerably gruff. “Seattle,” Jake said. " She is an employee at Bookmark Haven, a bookstore. Ema’s rogues follow her to make sure she is the real person they are seeking and to make sure she is working at the claimed business. ”

Tall, sharp, clothed in a fitted grey tunic and black pants, Jasper always looked half bored, half lethal. His blonde hair was swept back, his dark brown eyes glinting with knowledge he never spoke of freely. He held a leather bound book against his chest. Her book. Elara's book. Marek didn't ask how Jasper knew. Jasper always knew. "She called you last night." "I heard." "Twice. Then she tried to erase you again." Marek's jaw ticked. Jasper smirked. "And then she came again." Came. But only in a way humans could.

Mom supported me, not because she understood, but because she loved me and wanted me to be happy. I stood up and walked around the library, feeling a little restless. They had all of the classics, and some of them looked as though they were expensive copies. Other authors that I regularly read, such as James Patterson and Dean Koontz were on the shelves. They even had some of my female favorites, such as Lisa Jackson, Lisa Gardner and Heather Graham Pozzessere. Then I wondered down to another section where I found some more provocative books. They had a lot. “You are not stupid people and you know why I initially came to the island. Do you think that I am some kind of loose woman?”

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

Everything felt frozen in time, like a snapshot of a life that had never truly belonged to her. But something about being in the room brought a sense of clarity, a feeling that she was on the verge of discovering something important. Elara’s eyes drifted toward the bookshelf, a collection of novels and journals that had once been her only refuge from the cruelty of her fake sister and the indifference of her parents. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing over the spines of the books as she searched for something—anything—that might give her the answers she so desperately needed. She pulled a few books off the shelf, flipping through the pages absentmindedly, but found nothing of interest.

he cautioned. Blaze's growl deepened. "We won't let that happen." Storm leaned in, eyes blazing. "Tell us more." Elijah's gaze swept the room. "Emma's secrets are hidden in her journals. I brought them with me as per her mother's request." He produced a worn leather-bound book with magical patterns engraved on its cover.