Erin Dempsey Novels & Stories

Curling up in the chair, I waited for both of them to steep. After breakfast, I stretched on the front porch. Deciding to see how much wood I had and what I would need to cover the living room floor, I heard a vehicle come down the dirt path. Looking at my watch, it was six-thirty in the morning. I gawked openly as Desmond stepped out of his Jeep. He was wearing a black t-shirt, jeans, and boots. His hair was messily combed back and even his beard wasn’t combed through. My heart hammered in my chest at the sight. The shirt pulled tight against his muscles and the jeans actually showed the shape of his legs, confirming he absolutely did not skip leg day. Nasir jumped out of the Jeep and ran t

Daisy looks between us and I bite against my cheek to stop the laughter. “Nothing, we’re here let’s go.” I’m glad we’re here, but if D is going to be like this until he gets to fuck her, I’m hiding. We walk to the door and it opens, a woman standing there looking at us confused. “This is Emily. Emily, this is Demitri, Calix and Marcello Devil.” Daisy steps around us and introduces us. “I thought you were Mary or Dean, they just disappeared.” “Look, can we come in and talk? Are all the girls here?” Daisy asks and she looks at her then at us before nodding.

He barely made it an inch of the way before he collapsed back onto the bed. “There is no need for formalities.” Grateful that they had excused his manners, Dempsey laid back down. Throwing his arm over his eyes, he groaned. “You have always been stubborn. A quality that endeared you to me. And one that saved your life.” Dempsey moved his hand to look at the older man as he walked over to the bed. The man sported a clean, shaved head, his face not giving away his age. It was the first time Dempsey was seeing him out of a suit; his purple silk shirt, the family crest embroidered on the top right, and loose-fitted pants were a fresh look on him.

My mind spun like a loaded chamber. “What about Emery?” he asked finally. “You going to tell her everything?” “She already knows too much.” “That’s not an answer.” I stared out the window. “The truth would break her.” “Or make her stronger.” I didn’t respond. Because deep down, I knew Dante was right. ** Back at the penthouse, I found Emery sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone. The headlines were brutal. From Victim to Vixen: Emery Sinclair’s Rapid Rise in High Society

Dempsey looked up, then lowered his gaze: "Yes, those two stocks seemed to be rising all the time, but all it would take is the right trigger, and when it comes, those two stocks will crash to rock bottom." "I understand." Amelia handed him a piece of paper and a pen: "Write down the information for the overseas account for me." Dempsey hesitated: "You won't be able to find anything. I tried before, but there was no information at all." "Just write it down." Amelia stood up. "Give it to me when you're done." Seeing this, Dempsey closed his eyes and recalled for a moment, then wrote the account information on the paper and handed it to Amelia.

Jeremy chuckled as we walked to Mávros building. Jeremy was too enthusiastically active this morning about the date he had with this girl he met online. Sofia was keenly listening to him while I took a sip of my coffee. I still have half an hour to spare so I listened to him as well, but my mind was somewhere else. It was on someone who had the most intense ocean blue eyes I’ve dreamed about last night. Devin, he was all I could think about before I slept and when I woke up.

“Nero?” “Yeah. The Belgian Malinois. The two Brazilian Mostiffs are named Dante and Lucera.” “Wow…” I didn't even know the names of the dogs that loved me so much. I knew I would have fun with Nero. I loved dogs just as much as they loved me. And since he allowed me to stay in his room, I was sure Nero and I would cuddle at night. It would give me the comfort I knew I needed. “Do not hesitate to call me,” Emilio said that he handed me a burner. “We can talk all the time. It doesn’t matter how little you think the emergency is. You need to call me.”

“I wasn’t staring,” Dempsey dropped beside me, beneath the shade of a tree stretching across the grass. A beat is silence and then he asked. “Have you talked to him?” “I don’t think he wants to talk,” I said, my eyes still fixed on Eli. The way the corner of his lips twitched as he spoke. “After what you pulled that night, that’s expected.” My brows drew together and I finally stared at Dempsey. “What did I do?” Shaking his head, he huffed a laugh. “Yeah…I figured you wouldn’t get it.”

She sighed "Don't worry about them, they are not the ones getting married" he comforted her. *** On Monday morning, Summer was wearing a tight low cut gold color dress and her hair was tightly packed together at the back. She wore a black heels to tie her look together. At Empire Academy "Where is she? The morning assembly is about to begin" she turned and asked Allison who was already panicking "She should be here in a few minutes" Allison checked her time and Dean Maxwell walked in. They had successfully acquired Maxwell as the new Dean at Empire Academy and today they were informing the students.

From Sloane’s demeanor, he could tell his ex-partner felt it too. Conner’s musings were interrupted by the appearance of a tall, broad form from a doorway to their right. Brian Dempsey was a twenty-year veteran with the brush cut hair and erect bearing of a Marine officer. Conner had worked with Dempsey several times and had a great deal of respect for the SWAT commander. Dempsey beckoned for Conner and Sloane to join him “Hello, Case,” Dempsey said in his deep baritone voice. “Good to see you again.” He extended a latex glove covered hand toward Conner.