Romans & histoires Heather Graham Historical Romance Books

) You can find these stories from her Alpha Series Book 1 – Her Forbidden Alpha Book 2 – Her Cold-Hearted Alpha Book 3 – Her Destined Alpha Book 4 – Caged Between the Beta & Alpha Book 5 – King Alejandro – The Return of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

But just before she stepped inside, she turned to me. “You really wrote to him?” I blinked. “What?” “The letters. Leo found the one you wrote. He said it had his name on it and asked me to read it.” My throat closed. “He made me read it twice,” she said softly. “Then he asked if you were coming back tomorrow.” “I am.” She nodded. “Then maybe… we start there.” I reached for her hand. She didn’t pull away. Small victories. And sometimes, those were the ones that mattered most.

She is doing this to punish me. Heather stepped forward and the whispers inside the restaurant suddenly became to loud. They felt like tiny needles forcing their selves all the way into my skull, echoing inside my head like nightmares. "Is this your way of taking revenge, Valerie?" Heather took another step forward and I could not even look her in the eye. I prayed that the ground would just open up and swallow me whole. I prayed that something would happen to divert all the people's gaze away from me. I prayed that this isn't happening at all.

Other men would have rejected her after finding out she’s a fucking stripper but Kayden fought them all just for her. They spent the afternoon talking. Really talking. She told him about her love of sketching, her favorite books, how she used to sneak into abandoned buildings for fun back in her rogue days. He told her about the time he got stuck as a wolf during training and had to be carried back by his furious mother. They kissed between stories, soft and slow at first. Then deeper. Until her fingers tangled in his curls, and his hands found the curve of her back like they were made for it.

And… all of a sudden, I understood—even before she told me. She took my hand in her shaky ones. “She touches you…” she whispered. “She touches you and you can feel her. Meanwhile you haven’t been able to feel your mother’s touch in nearly ten years.” She sniffed, raising her other hand to my cheek. “Alaric, that breaks my heart, you have no idea.” “But that doesn’t make any sense. You like Clarissa. And last I checked, I could feel her too.” “Mm mm,” Ingrid hummed, shaking her head. “With Clarissa, it’s different. Safer. Easier to adjust to. But with Meadow, it’s… Gott…”

“You know—the one person I remember in this school is the girl that used to run after Evander. She was the most persistent one out of the bunch. That little bitch.” “Hey,” I chuckled. “She was pretty nice. Although, she was persistent. However, she backed off when I told her that we’d been dating long-term.” “What was her name again?” Sarah asked, tilting her head to the side. “I remember it sounding very fancy—like Evander’s name.” “Heather,” I answered. “Right!” she exclaimed. “She even has a perfectly unique name. Oh, the world is so unfair.” “Heather Elodi Maison.”

She quickly dried her tears with tissue paper after arriving at their mansion. --- Eloisa POV "Follow her!", I quickly called Brian and his friends to do a task for me. I had a bad feeling about this woman Greta Stone. I know she's hiding a very great secret. " Find out where she came from? Everything about her, I need to know, understand!", I added before I turned off my phone.

I replied. “That’s quick, isn’t it?” Grace asked Heather huffed. “Says the woman who married her boss a few months after she met him.” She looked at me with a droll wink. “Drunk and in Vegas. How clichéd is that?” “That’s private,” Grace barked. “Shut up, Heather.” “Don’t snap at her,” I demanded, hating the hurt look on Heather’s face. “She was trying to make a point. I already knew the story anyway.”

She pushed at a strand of silken, ebony hair that had escaped her carefully crafted pompadour and teased the side of her temple while her lavender eyes searched the street for a sign of Ian. “I expect he’ll be along. The man has a lot on his plate these days. Are you sure that you want to set your sights on a rancher? Young George Appleby seems to be doing right well with his feed store. I hear tell he’s ready to settle down. He’s handsome enough and closer to you in age. Ian’s a good enough man, but he’s more my age than yours.”

Before anyone can answer her the door to the queen's chambers are smashed open and armed men, stained with blood, swarm into the room, led by a well dressed man with golden hair. "So the queen is dead. What of her child?" he asks, venom dripping from his voice. "Died with its mother." The healer lies. The man glances around the room, the remaining occupants nodding their agreement over the healer's statement. "So be it." with a small gesture from him, the armed men move into the room with their swords drawn. As the blood pools and soaks into the plush carpet, the pendant lays gleaming.