Evangeline Anderson Books Novels & Stories

What Audrey had been most interested in was not Evangeline's relationship with Godric, but rather how she'd come to England and made a life for herself. Most ladies would be scandalized even speaking a courtesan's name, but Audrey was not most ladies. Evangeline was French, and she knew much about the trouble on the Continent. She had been forced to flee when her aristocratic family had been killed. She'd fought her way to England, only to become a courtesan in order to survive. Rather than judge her, Audrey respected her for her strength.

all of them. Evangeline fell to her knees in the center of the clearing. Her fingers dug into the earth, pulling up handfuls of soot and bone fragments. Her breathing was shallow, rapid, the way someone breathes when trying not to scream. A tremor rolled through her frame, and then she exhaled - and with it came a pulse of power that sent nearby leaves fluttering, though no wind had stirred. “They were here,” she whispered, her voice hollow. “All of them.”

If she is injured, she will heal, she will not age as quickly, and should she die, I will have a chance to bring her back to me. Evangeline started her life here as my maid, an orphan of one of Halen’s cullings, but there is something about her that soothes me. I trust her with my existence, and she has proven her worth many times over in the five years she has been at my side.

With one glance around, she slips into the recliner and downloads the next book in the series. The large mahogany grandfather clock in the hall chimes its tune. It's only chimed three times since she started reading. The tune echoes up through the house and reverberates through her ears. Staring at the words The End on the Kindle in her lap, she blinks in disbelief. She has finished the remaining three books in the series, in record time according to the percentage statistics on the Kindle. Her eyes flew across the pages at record speed and yet, she can still recall every line with insane precision, every plot twist connects. It seems that all her cognitive processing is moving at an incredi

Dark hair, dark eyes, pale skin, and the sweetest piece of ass anyone has ever seen with a temper of a lioness. It reminded me of someone, someone who fucking stabbed me in the back. It piqued my interest in this mysterious vicious beauty but then again Evangeline can't kill anyone, she is too much of a baby to actually hurt someone. I gathered all the fucking information, anything that could tie Evangeline to the Morrettis. It wasn't hard to figure out that Evangeline's mother had run away from home at the age of twenty-one with Elijah Bolton and her full name was Mary Celia Moretti.

Taking her hand in mine, I slightly bent to kiss her knuckles. Evangeline was a stunning girl of good height with brown bouncy blowout hair and large eyes the same color as her Dad. She had a straight barbell nose piercing and round carmine lips and was rather elegant in that blue Maude dress. Most importantly, she held a strong aura. There was no doubt that the Elders would approve of her. She smiled shyly, looking up at me under her lashes. “Then I must trouble you to take care of me.” A low growl came from Pete. My eyes snapped at him with warning as they narrowed and connected to his picotee blue eyes. He flinched, averting his gaze as I straightened and moved around the table to take th

A few bags lay scattered on the ground, some beds were already slept in, but mostly the bunk was empty. Evangeline tore off her shorts and T-shirt and slipped under the covers. Once covered, she pulled off her panties and bra and dropped them on the side of the bed. Closing her eyes, her hand made its way between her legs, rubbing against her pubic bone, she pushed her palm flat against her body, pushing downwards until her fingers touched the engorged lips of her womanhood.

Slowly slipping her hand into mine, I thread my fingers with hers and give it a gentle squeeze. “The Moon Goddess may have been the ruler of the moon, yet she always remained-” “Lonely…” Evangeline whispers. Dad smiles “So you know?” Evangeline nods, and it feels like she’s connecting the dots. “Grandmother made me read those scriptures… time and time again…” She looks across at the elder woman who sits emotionlessly at the stand, not even looking this way. “Then continue.” Dad says.

he ended up destroying the books. "I think we need to go slow on that one. You can comprehend what one is saying right?" She asked. Halton rolled his sarcastic eyes."Of course, I am not that dumb." Evangeline laughed softly, she closed her books and pushed them inside her bag. It was almost time to leave. "Alright then! I'll send audio files of the books, I can give a detailed explanation on whichever topics you want! I can even prepare slides for you to understand better." She said, swinging the small bag over her shoulder. She checked the time ticking in her watch and it was almost time for her to retire, her Ma will be worried if comes home late.

I clicked the link, which took me to one of the news sites. “Rich Author Raises Money for Families in Need,” read the article’s heading. My mouth suddenly went dry, I right myself on the bed. This wasn’t the kind of thing I could look at while lying down. I scanned the article, taking in fragments here and there. Evangeline Snow the reporter said, is a Contemporary romance writer whose novels are New York Bestselling books has started her charity work by raising money for friends facing foreclosure. That had been the year before, and since then she’d organized fundraisers for several other families and has foundations which helps orphaned kids.