Novel & Cerita Jeremy Madeline Meredith Novel

If he didn’t, it would die in his inbox, and no one else would ever see it. Either way, I felt lighter. For the first time in weeks, I slept. Blackwood’s POV The courtroom had emptied hours ago, but the quiet of my study still carried its own kind of trial. A stack of briefs sat untouched beside me, the decanter of scotch only half poured. My phone buzzed once, sharp against the mahogany desk. An email. From her. No pleasantries. No explanation. Just a file attached with a subject line that read: “For your eyes only. …J.”

I notice her mark is silver, with what looks like a crescent moon with a star. "Does it hurt?" I ask, still staring at her silver mark seeing the colors swirl inside it. "Only for a second, but then it comes with the best feeling after," She continues. I look over to Declan, but his back is turned to the sink obviously trying to avoid eye contact with me. "So, who's ready to go to the store?" Levi asks, changing the subject. We clean up our plates and make our way out the door. Despite the manor being nestled in the woods, it was surprisingly close to the town. It takes only a few minutes for us to make the drive and we pull into the parking lot a lot sooner then I expected.

She thought. Bohden walked with her to the entrance, a maid was already there pushing the door open for them to enter. Another surprise was waiting for her, the decorations and furnitures gave a vibe of a whole new level of technology that even their era haven't reached yet. Two rows of male and female maids stood by the sides of the doorway, welcoming their master and mistress. "Welcome home Mrs Dauntsey!" They all sang out loud in a balanced manner, she was awed by their personal appearances, they looked so beautiful to be maids and why the hell was everybody beautiful here? She couldn't believe her eyes. It's like everything that is happening here is fictional and not real at all. From th

After the commotion ended, Andrew apologized to me in a low voice, “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect them to show up.” I smiled and comforted him, “It’s not your fault. A lot of people had tried their best to get into a dinner like this so they could elevate their businesses.” “Do you remember the first time we met?” “The hospital.” I was a bit puzzled. “No, we also met at a dinner like this. At that time, the Edwards family was running a small store that was about to go bankrupt. I finally managed to get a ticket to a business banquet, and no one was interested in my proposal except for you. You gave me your necklace and supported my business plan.” Andrew looked down as he blushed.

Dark remembrance scored her mind at the very instant her flesh parted beneath the stunning pressure of his. She felt her body stretch to accommodate his thrust and they were no longer two, but one. Time stood still. Her breath left her in a scalding rush. Meredith was quiveringly aware of the breadth of his shaft buried tight inside her, filling and thick, so deep it seemed he touched her very womb. Yet, impossible as it seemed, her body accepted him as if they'd been made to fit together just so……. His hands released hers. A powerful arm slid down to her hips, binding them together even more tightly.

He was murdered by something other than human. I finally reach my quarters and plop down on my queen sized bed. My room is simply magnificent. A big french window off to the left side of the room and a large wardrobe directly across the window. A deep crimson rug with gold trimmings and details lay in the center of the room matching the crimson curtains that lay over the window. I feel my crimson with white decal silky covers under my fingers and inhale the smell of light lavender. Howell never fails to make his special perfume out of lavender and lightly spritz some on my blankets for me. He knows it's my favorite. Howell used to make perfumes and sell them in a little shop in the city of G

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