Jacqueline Susann Books Novels & Stories

“I don’t trust him with their safety. But I trust him to know what would happen to him should anything happen to theirs.” “So you’ll prefer the police to guard them, over us.” “Let’s say I sent you to work with Beatrice and protect her, who then protects you if there’s a problem?” “I can very much take care of trouble, myself.” “Well, not with the enemy I am currently about to face,” Susan said. “I know who did it. It was a human in Jake’s workplace.” “He is so dead,” Hannah said. “Very much so,” Susan said. “But he was under the influence of Chadwick.”

Stunning dark eyes cool as a winter lake, he surveyed her with intimidating self-command. “I believe you think that you can distract me from your own inexcusable behavior at the airport. Let me tell you that you just lost this game. I saw you kissing Sandra Fanning’s son. So, don’t you try to deny it.” Jacqueline went pink and jerked a thin shoulder and studied the floor for about twenty seconds. That sufficed for the amount of embarrassment she experienced at that assurance. Indeed, after the heartbreakingly hurtful day she had endured, she was actually quite pleased that he had been forced to register that one man at least had thought her worthy of his attention. She glanced up again, gree

Jacqueline couldn’t sleep. Every night, she woke up gasping, sure she had seen Maya’s face in the window. Every reflection seemed to mock her. Every whisper sounded like footsteps coming back from the grave. She snapped at the wedding planner. Canceled the flower order. Screamed at her dressmaker. “You don’t understand,” she told Mrs. Lynx over the phone. “She’s haunting me. I don’t know if she’s alive or I’m going crazy!”

"This is unbelievable! I’m going to take a walk outside. I need to breathe. This is a lot, and I’m upset she used you like that." I nodded as he turned and walked out. Sienna Julian seemed to have gone out, so sitting outside and reading was my next best option. Mirror Image by Sandra Brown. It was so captivating. When was this woman going to tell her husband—who is not her husband—that his wife died in a plane crash?

Now it makes sense, but why? I closed the file slowly, the sound of paper meeting wood far too calm for the storm churning inside me. Jacqueline didn’t deserve this. Not the lies, not the betrayals stacked like dominoes around her. Derek’s deception, Kimberly’s cowardice, Calvin’s snake-like maneuvers, each one carving into her trust, into her ability to breathe freely. And through it all, she was still standing, still fighting to salvage the company while the rest of them conspired in shadows.

Jacqueline interrupted the rest of my sentence, she turned to the side and brought out something from her bag. A book. Filled with so many designs. She raised up her hand to tell me that she wasn't interested in whatever I had to say. "I know you're not ready to tell me what happened yet, but I want you back in the fashion business. You have a gift to create the most gorgeous of designs and we won't let you lose it," Her eyes softened for a bit then hardened the next minute, "You'll become even bigger, most of those posts has been taken down already and deleted from the net. Very soon, no one would even remember a thing like that. It wasn't that bad."

She said, her words spilling out in a rush, and in a bit, tears like rainfall began to drop down her eyes. Briana’s lips curled into a sneer. "You’ve meddled in affairs you don’t understand. And now, you’ll pay the price for your foolishness." As Briana and Elder Lennox advanced toward her, Susan’s heart sank. She braced herself to take all the hits they threw her way, knowing she was powerless to stop them. But before they could reach her, the sound of the bathroom door creaking open froze everyone in their tracks. Jacqueline emerged from the bathroom, his presence commanding and serene. He was dressed simply, his hair damp and loose around his shoulders. His sharp, unyielding gaze locked o

When Quinn finally released her new book, Jake was the first to purchase a million copies that he donated to nursing homes for those who took residence there to pass the time reading Quinn’s book. Jake usually read books about business or different wines and food- normally things that were in line with his company. However, ever since he met this author woman, he had read all sorts of steamy novels and realised that he actually liked them. Was it the woman or the books she wrote that he liked? Jake wasn’t sure… all he knew was that everything about Quinn was interesting to him. He was curious about her… how she thinks… what she likes… her dreams. He wanted to know every little thing about he

Alonso asked impatiently "Jacqueline" Haze responded. I didn't flinch a bit when he called my name. I remained as calm as I could. "That's my niece you're talking about, one false accusation on her can cost you your life" Alonso replied to him "I only said I have a suspect... I'm not accusing her" Haze spoke with confidence "What proof do you have?" Alonso asked "The night you sent us to assassinate Don Ephraim. Jacqueline had wires on so, Warren, Kayden, Peter and I could hear her. She told Reneé she hated you and she would help her get back at you" Haze answered. My jaw dropped.

Susanna said with a smug smile. Ann suspiciously eyed the unpredictable snake, Ann feels like Susanna already had some sinister plan out for the favor she was requesting. Susanna Tyler may appear harmless to the human eye but she is someone you don’t want to team up with unless you discover her secret motives. When Susanna Tyler, the queen of gold-diggers is asking for help ALONE! definitely, Susie got mean secrets in her black box. “And why should I believe you will help me freely without getting doubled crossed?” Ann asked her.