Jeremy Madeline Meredith Novel Novels & Stories

My palm was still warm from the heat of her arms. “Hire the best.” I took a long drag. “You can’t catch a bird if you don’t know where it nests,” I said, and headed out. * *. *. *. *. *. * —Madeline— I rushed to the bathroom and washed my face, breath ragged. What had I gotten myself into? My gaze flicked to the mirror. I looked like a woman who had been chased. Or worse—a woman who had been caught and was secretly devastated. “Get it together,” I muttered. Last night was a mistake, but why did my body crave the one man I could never have?

Something in the story called to me, something important, an answer that was just dangling out of my reach, a solution to a problem I had been working on all day without realizing it. I nearly dropped a can of beans on my foot as it hit me. Audrey and Ray. Audrey needed someone in her life to help keep her stable; Ray needed someone to balance out his hectic work life and give him a stronger home presence. If they fell in love again, they could solve each other's problems. It was perfect. “You all right, Holly? You look like someone just doused you with cold water,” Mrs. Thatcher said, peering at me through her glasses. I grinned at her as I put the can of beans into her bag, feeling hope su

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

She knew I never wanted to be Alpha and was quite happy being the pack doctor, maybe she was trying to plan ahead but everything went wrong when Kiwi killed our father. It saddened me to think she had kept Kiwi a secret for so long. Not just her but father too. If mother knew she existed, did father? He had worked so hard on trying to teach me how to be an Alpha. Alexander and Kayla’s arguing break my thoughts, they had moved back down the corridor again and all I could hear was Kayla shrieking about how they were mated by the Moon Goddess and how he should love her. Rolling my eyes, I make a point of slamming the door shut, I wanted to read more of the book. Flipping the page to the one Kay

The headline read; ~~ KIMBERLY SWEETEN, AMERICA'S SWEETHEART, TRADED IN MAXIMILIAN McTAVISH FOR HIS YOUNGER BROTHER ASHER McTAVISH. How could they embarrass me like this? The big rock on her finger told me what I got in the mail earlier was true. Now I couldn't show up at my parents' anniversary party without a date. This was too much to handle. I threw the magazine down and leant back and rested my head on the couch, so I could catch my breath. “Breathe, Meredith, Breathe!” I heard a female's voice behind me, followed by another female's heavy breathing.

“Do you want me to tell you about my mermaid?” “First, explain why you read books when your friend is visiting.” “Because we both like reading? What kind of question is that? You read constantly. You should understand.” “I read when I’m alone.” “That’s only half the fun. She reads really filthy books about bikers and mafia bosses, and I read historical romances full of ball gowns and elaborate courtship rituals. Then we read each other the best passages.” She was getting animated now, hands moving as she talked. “So Daphne ’s contributions are like ‘Jax and Teague ripped my clothes off and we had this insane threesome and I came five times,’ and mine are full-page descriptions of flowers blo

she murmured more to herself. I leaned forward, desperate, my voice tightening. “Yet how is this different from cheating, Madelyn? You’re planning to go meet another man… your ex, in secret, using his feelings for you to your advantage. How is that not the same thing you believe Zachary has done to you? Is that not the same thing?” Her eyes snapped to mine, wide with wounded pride. For a moment, she seemed caught off guard, but then she straightened her shoulders and gave me a defiant look.

By eleven-thirty, she’d fallen asleep. *** The next morning, Maddie stirred, wincing at the stiffness in her neck she’d earned from dozing off on the couch. She glanced at her watch. Six-forty-three a.m. Madeleine looked down at the open book on her lap and saw a note lying there. Worked late, didn’t want to wake you. I’ll see you in a week. – E. She crumpled up and threw the note in frustration as she stood. Stomping into the kitchen, she gave a voice to her mood, slamming kitchen cabinets and drawers shut as she made coffee. By the time she’d finished drinking it she’d decided she was just pissed off enough to attempt the longer route again on her morning jog.

They were also slightly discolored from the unaccustomed exposure to the light coating of frost that was blanketing the ground. I hadn’t noticed the light mist that would soon become fog until then. That had to be adding to the moisture on my body. I felt the dampness on my robe and shuddered. I needed to find warmth and a telephone. It was at that moment that I realized that I should have looked for a cell phone when I’d searched for the knife to free myself and called for help right away. The fact that I hadn’t was a clear indication that I’d been away from work too long. The Esmerelda Sleuth who prided herself for being one of the top investigators at Helmsworth Investigations, woul

I just held it, staring at the high-resolution photograph clipped to the top page of the police file. ​It showed the charred, twisted aluminum stern of the Mermaid’s Rest, half-submerged off the Florida Keys. The local authorities had closed the case in forty-eight hours. Fuel line leak. Engine spark. Structural failure. A tragic, tragic accident that took the life of the young, fragile Mrs. Seraphina Vance.