Good Thriller Suspense Books Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE TATIANA Death smashed into the back of Adrian’s slick Maserati, demanding our lives. My body jerked forward and the seat belt cut into my chest. My heart jumped, racing as fast as my husband’s driving. “What’s going on?” I whimpered frantically as I glanced over my shoulder. The headlights of a black SUV filled the rear window. Smash. My body jerked forward again. “Adrian!” I screamed. “Gun, get a gun.”

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Furthermore, I bend my knees slightly, offering him unrestricted access to my eager anticipation. However, he chooses to take his time, not so much teasing me as preparing me for what lies ahead... quite literally. With my eyes still shut, I inhale deeply as his hand glides from my inner thigh to my most intimate area. The fact that I can contemplate mathematics during such an intense moment astonishes me. But that's Max Blackwell for you: utterly unpredictable, and I absolutely adore it. I adore it even more when the pad of his thumb presses against my pulsating clit, and two of his fingers slip inside me, delivering precisely what I craved - what I needed - at this moment. I yearn for rela

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And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

It was a perfect fit. Tara scoped the room for a place to put it. Maggie insisted she keep the book safe. The second-floor den had an enormous bookcase built into the wall. If she placed it on the top shelf it could easily blend in with the array of books of all shapes and sizes that were stuffed, shoved and crammed in rows from floor to ceiling. She felt a little light headed when she stood up. She couldn’t decide if it was from the power emanating from the book she held close to her chest or simply because she stood up too fast. Whatever the reason, she took the time to stand still and wait for her equilibrium to come back before heading off to the den. ****

Furniture overturned, books scattered, and in the centre of the living room, a young woman with copper hair sat bound to a chair, very much alive but gagged with what appeared to be silver silk. "Kayla," Casie breathed, immediately moving forward. "Wait." Nathaniel's hand on her arm stopped her progress. "This is too easy. The Sparrow doesn't leave witnesses." Rick was already scanning the room's corners, his newly enhanced senses picking up details his human eyes might have missed. "There, behind the bookshelf. Someone's hiding."

Toby asked with an etched eyebrow, watching Yara pull out a big sized novel from the shelf and Barnes smile proudly. "Thatweird_author." she replied, holding the novel up to his eye level. A bestseller mystery- thriller, crime fiction novel with the name written boldly on it 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 -𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍. "Barnes books?" Toby asked, a smile rested on his face as Yara looked at him in perplexity.

Heat crawled up my neck under that stare. He reached down and wrapped one hand around my throat. Not hard enough to cut off air, but firm enough that I felt the control in it. His thumb pressed lightly against my pulse, feeling it jump. The pressure made my stomach flutter. “You think sending money means you own this?” he asked quietly, almost gently. The softness in his voice made the words feel more dangerous. “You show up at my door, cry, throw a tantrum, chase off my guest… then open that pretty mouth and expect me to just give you whatever you want?”

Maybe more than one. She crossed the room slowly and opened it. The first page was still the same. Tell the truth. But a second page had been added beneath it. Different handwriting. More fluid. Feminine. The truth won’t save you. Her blood chilled. Sloane closed the book carefully, like it might bite. She stepped back from the desk and stared at the fire, which now burned lower than before despite being recently stoked. A knock came at the door. Sharp. Precise. One-two-three.