Free Alexa Riley Books Novels & Stories

Started with Elias and his evil foot under the table, how he made me read the Commerce Clause while basically fingering me with his shoe, how I almost cried when he left, how he told me not to touch myself or he’d know. Riley’s eyes were saucers. “He said that? Out loud? Like a serial killer with a hard-on for the Constitution?” “Verbatim.” She whistled. “That man needs Jesus. Or prison. Or both.” Then I got to the Jax part and I swear her jaw hit the mattress.

They didn’t leave the apartment all day. Alex called in sick with some vague “post-beta fatigue” excuse that his boss probably didn’t buy. Riley sent a single text to her freelance client saying her rig needed recalibration and went dark. Phones on silent. Curtains half-drawn. The outside world could wait.

He had one in his hand, reading it as he tapped the toe of his shoe on the floor. “Grab a couple.” Riley glared at me and snapped the book shut. “No.” “Riley, I’m going to be at work a lot. So even if you come to the pack house, stay home, or get a job, you’ll need something. I saw the one book you had that looks like it’s been read more times than the spin could handle. Choose some. I don’t actually own a TV.” He looked at the shelves. “Why no TV?”

He always did. * * * Alecia tensed as the door to their apartment opened. Ryder was home. He smiled as he took off his coat and tie, dropping them onto the floor, leaving them for the maid. “Hi,” he said as he walked over to her, and placed a book on her legs. She closed her laptop, and picked up the book, reading: How to Write Fiction. Ryder sat on the couch by her feet and caressed her toes. “I called a friend who owes us at Random. He recommended this book.”

"Riley's been looking at a space in the Beacon Hill neighborhood. She hasn't said anything to you because she's still deciding whether she wants to decide." "I know about the space," I said. I'd seen the listing in her email — not intentionally, she'd had it open on the kitchen laptop and I'd seen the address and recognized the category. "You haven't said anything to her." "It's her business." Mara was briefly silent. "You know, Knox, when I first met you — the first time Riley told me there was an Alpha who'd appeared and was being quiet in her kitchen and making eggs — I had a significant list of concerns."

The story about a warrior, from the name. I left the shelf and went to seat but halted when I saw Riley there, with her head on a book, sleeping. How long have she been in the library? Have she been sleeping on her book? I walked closer and looked at her. I should bother and just go back to my room with the book I picked, hut no, I was glued in that spot, staring at her face. She does look beautiful especially when she is sleeping. She looks so clam and peace and at that moment, I felt so jealous of her. I wish I could sleep as peacefully as she is right now and I will be very glad for that.

I roll my eyes while I make sure I have all the books to return to the library. Riley is a bit of a player, always dating a different girl. Sometimes more than one at a time, leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him. The problem is, he has terrible taste. He always picks cute girls that want to get in his pants on a first date, but they’re always needy, clingy, and high maintenance. He doesn’t want to be tied down. That’s what he says, anyway. I think he just likes the attention. Grandma Jane says he’s going to make a good father someday. I don’t see it, but Grandma sees the good in everyone.

Guilt. Riley looked like she hadn’t slept. Her hair was a mess, her sweatshirt was on inside out, and there were books and papers scattered all over the living room floor. In the middle of the chaos was a weathered leather-bound volume—its pages torn and filled with cryptic scientific jargon and unsettling illustrations. He scanned it, then looked at her. “Are you going to tell me what this is?” She nodded slowly, lowering herself to the floor and motioning for him to join her. He hesitated for a beat before dropping to his knees across from her, careful not to touch anything just yet.

I didn't want Max to be aware that I was going to get stuff from Alex's house, or else he wouldn't allow it, so I was discreet about it. Moments later, I was at Alex's house. Every part of me wanted to stay far away from anything that has to do with Alex, but those documents are very important, and some of my personal stuff was left there. I made sure I went alone. I intended to go in, get my stuff, and leave the premises like I was never there. Little did I know I was going to encounter Riley, my ex-husband's new mistress. “How dare you set foot in my house?!” Riley Gilbert, Alex's young mistress, asked with rage in her voice.

“What are you doing out here all alone anyway?” Ryleigh crossed her arms over her chest. “Enjoying my day off. Having a sandwich. Reading a book.” His eyes flicked to the discarded paperback beside her. The cover gleamed up at him—Moonbound Desire. He raised a brow. “Really?” “Yes, really.” She snatched the book and moved it behind her. “It’s relaxing.” Damien chuckled, slow and deep. “That’s not what that book’s about.” Ryleigh’s face heated. “It’s none of your business.”