Jennifer Ryan Books Novels & Stories

I mumbled, heading toward the bathroom. Ryan didn’t stop me, but I felt his eyes on my ass the entire way. In the bathroom I wiped myself down with a warm cloth, wincing at how sensitive I still was. My reflection in the mirror looked thoroughly fucked…. flushed cheeks, messy hair, a faint hickey already forming on my collarbone. I smiled despite myself. When I came back out, Ryan was still naked, sitting on the edge of my bed flipping through another book *Jane Eyre* this time. “ ‘I am no bird; and no net ensnares me,’ ” he read aloud, voice low and smooth. He looked up at me, eyes gleaming. “Fitting, don’t you think? You tried to run earlier.”

“Books saved my ass more than once.” I shifted closer without thinking, drawn by the honesty. “What do you normally read?” “Anything real. History. Thrillers. A couple romances when I’m feeling masochistic.” That tiny smirk again. It made my stomach flip. “You?” I laughed softly. “All the romances. The steamier the better… where the guy actually sees the girl, you know?” His eyes met mine. Held. “Yeah. I know.” “He sounds like a fucking idiot,” Ryan said flatly referring to my ex boyfriend. His hand rested on the back of the couch, fingers inches away from my shoulder. “He doesn’t deserve a woman who looks at him the way you did”

“Why am I here Judge?'' Taylor's voice was tiny. “Because I want you to be? And stop calling me Judge. My name is Christian and it's Christian I want you to fall in love with.” *** “I was glad you called.” The dark haired beauty ran her fingertips over the back of my hand. They danced across my skin.. “You have the best boutique for what I am looking for, Vivian.” Keeping my voice even , I moved my hand away. I knew what she wanted. And maybe in the past I would have been glad to service her. Hell, before I had given in to her dark sultry good looks but those days were over. There was only one reason she was here , sitting on my champagne and giving me bedroom eyes across the table and it wa

Caitlin sat in her office in the university library, elbow on her desk, head in her palm, poring over the book before her. She had spent all morning pulling rare books from the stacks, and now her desk was covered with them. But these were not the usual books she worked on. When she’d arrived this morning, the first thing she had done was clear her desk of all her work books—and made room for a whole new set of books. She had walked into work today determined, obsessed with finding out exactly what was happening to her daughter and figuring out how to help her.

“Nope. Ryan can stuff himself for all I care. I didn’t ask him to buy me lunch and I’m not his responsibility. Go eat, Joseph, I’m fine here.” Joseph shook his head and stood up to his full height. “Can I at least bring you a sandwich?” She smiled up at him as she turned the page. “I’m fine, Joseph. Now get out of here so I can study.” Joseph left the library and Jane closed her book. She wasn’t fine but she wouldn’t eat anything Ryan bought her. She didn’t want anything from him and she hoped that he would just leave her alone.

THIS CONCLUDES BOOK ONE: DANCING WITH FATE. BOOK TWO WILL BE A STORY WITH THE POINT OF VIEW OF RYAN. BOOK TWO: FIGHTING FATE

“What am I doing? Ask her, what she had done! Just because of her, my life went upside down; what's more? I almost lost my Cherry and you are asking me what am I doing here?” Ryan did not want to say all these things but in the end, he could not control the resentment which build up in his heart when he heard that she had an abortion; he could tell that she was not well. ==== Hi Guys, It takes a lot of effort and time to think, write, and then create a wonderful story for you all. So, please do comment and let me know if you are all liking my chapters and my book so far or not. If you guys ever find it boring or something at any point, just let me know! I am here to add a lot of spices to m

In the distance, she could see the moon begin to rise. Caitlin lit a candle and pulled it close, as she reached over and opened her journal. This was what she needed right now. The one friend she could turn to, she could voice all her frustrations to. This journal had really become a trusted friend, the one common denominator in all her travels.

Why did he not mention them as well? She was unable to understand what happened the previous night, so she asked Jennifer, " Auntie, what is all this about? And how did you get this CCTV footage?" "Ryan's assistant gave this to me. Ryan is the resort manager of the hotel you were staying in. And his friend, Mac who is accused to burn alive your husband is the owner of that hotel." Jennifer explained to her. After taking a short pause, she continued, "And you know what, when Ryan asked his assistant to search through your room, he found the divorce papers signed by your husband and a bottle of date rape drugs from there."

she didn’t even think to knock and just ran into the room. Mrs. Bennett swallowed hard, her mouth parting to explain but before she could speak, the bedroom door swung open again. “What the...” Ryan’s voice rang out as he stormed in, but the moment his eyes landed on Jennifer, the fury vanished from his face. He choked back the rest of the sentence, then slapped on a tight smile. “Jennifer!” he said, too brightly. “I thought you were already asleep in your room.” “I was,” she replied, folding her arms. “Then I heard screaming. I came to see what was going on.”