Jasmine Guillory Books Novels & Stories

Carved of bone. And a dagger in her hand. Jasmine shut the book. The ache in her palm had begun to burn. She looked down. The cut she had made was still there. Bleeding slowly. Not healing. A mark. A promise. The book went into the pocket of her cloak. The dagger back to her thigh. And she turned toward the door. There was no war yet. But the pieces had begun to move. And Jasmine Wembley wasn’t waiting to be chosen.

Lock me till I'm old and Gray? The thought alone infuriates me but there's nothing I can do about it. It makes me mad, so mad. How one's life could be uprooted in a second. A chubby, not fat beautiful lady steps out of the car alongside...him. She looked good. Good enough for an Ivy League student. I thought of running away right now but where would I go? Guards littered everywhere with guns long enough to take out a roaring Lion, talk more little me. "Hi Jasmine. I'm Hailey." I didn't know when they came so close, but I smiled anyway

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The knot in my stomach tightened. I locked eyes with the woman. “I’m Cassandra.” Her elegant eyebrow bent, and the corner of her lips rose. “I didn’t know you had company, Jake. I thought it was going to be just us.” That felt like another strike to my heart. Just us... Clearing my throat, I needed her to understand that Jake and I were a thing. “I’m sorry, but Jake and I—” “Oh, she’s going to join us?” Her laughter had a sultry edge, and she crossed her arms, emphasizing her curves, her breasts almost spilling out. “Well, when did I last have a threesome.”