Joanne Fluke Series Novels & Stories

Honestly, I know this is not the best work out there and this is definitely not my best work. I will not ramble about how I started writing this book only for fun and how it became a paid story. No. I just wanted to stop by and let you all know that this book is actually a part of a series called PERFECT FOR YOU. Vincent and Joyce’s book is actually book 2 in the series. Richard, Misoo and Beau have their own book and so do Jordan and Aubrey, as well as Olivia Stanton.

The thought made my cheeks blush. “I thought of doing some workouts,” I said while trying to hide my blushing. I saw the smirk on Chris's face while I rushed to the treadmill in the rare end. Phoebe was right. The workouts were helping me to get relaxed. I was enjoying my once in a life time workout when Jake stepped into the treadmill next to me. “Amy, Can we talk?” Jake asked out of the blue. With his tone, I knew this is going to be something serious. “It is about Black Matrix” I almost tripped when I heard him. How did Jake come to know about Black Matrix? For a moment I was cursing Chris for not being able to keep a secret.

On October 5th, while I was away on a business trip, he and Lucy spent the night tangled together on top of my clothes. My stomach churned violently. I rushed to the bathroom and threw up until my head spun. Then the auto-playing footage showed Lucas appearing in front of the safe. After taking out the bracelet he had once given me, his gaze shifted toward another document inside. My heart sank instantly, dread creeping up my spine. It was the property agreement my mother had left me before she died—the very last thing she left behind in this world. Yet in the footage, Lucas turned around and handed it directly to Lucy.

The woman said, even her voice was kind, Amirah thought warily. "Hi, how can I help you?" Amirah hoped her voice didn't display the annoyance she felt, this woman -whoever she was- better be calling for a good reason. "I'm Mrs Biola Adeboye, I'm the wife to one of the senior doctors. I was hoping to invite you to a memorial I am organizing for the late cleaning lady, Mrs Jane, I don't know if you had the opportunity to meet her." Amirah sighed guiltily, with all that was going on in her life, she'd forgotten about the woman.

Getting close to your target is always the difficult part. “Are you looking for someone?” A voice shook her out of her reverie. Her eyes smoothly glide to her right, where she finds a chic blonde looking at her. Anna scans the woman—short, petite, youthful face—and finds the pile of books on her arms. Almost all are about laws. An obvious law student. Someone that belongs here. Yet, her voice was cheerful and innocent, her stare pure and kind. “Yes, actually. Do you know Yezekael Ferrer?” She straightforwardly asks, catching the woman off-guard. Anna doesn’t miss the tinge of pink creeping up the girl’s cheeks from her neck.

"Half-lying again. Is that really what you want to be asking? If I have a wife, or that I am keeping myself here because of her?" "No." "And what do you want to be asking?" Joanne suspended her left leg on the staircase railing besides her. She was surprisingly athletic. Her panties were half open now, and she had taken to rubbing her upper folds. through them. "I want it." "Have you been a good girl, or a bad one?" Joanne let a moan as her juices dripped on the floor. She moved her hands faster. "A good one. I told you about Mr Brian." "I already knew that one though. And where are you now?"

Pauline sneered. “Yeah, finally back to my senses.” Joanne stated before trotting over to the dining table, picking up the steak and cake she had prepared and dumping it in the garbage disposal before locking herself up in her room. Joanne collapsed on her bed, curling up in a fetal position - angry, painful tears bubbling out of her burning eyes. Her arms desperately wound around her abdomen. Was this a dream? Would she wake up from it now? Or would she never wake up?

Today, it all had to come to a head. The drive to Damien’s place was quiet, the early morning streets almost empty. Flora stared out of the window as they moved through the city, her mind replaying everything she knew about Janice. The woman was dangerous, unpredictable, and connected to her father in ways Flora still didn’t fully understand. But now, with the real deeds hidden and the fake ones in her possession, Flora felt more prepared than she had before. Janice wouldn’t have the upper hand today.

Leah Falco's POV The old lady looks at me with a circumstance face while I can only think about leaving this hateful feudal-style room. I feel like one of those maidens kidnapped by vandals in the Mallory series.* 'Mallory: book series created by Johanna Lindsey' "I can help you," I offer with a pleading expression. "Dean said..."

The memory felt so vivid it almost made my heart race. Then I blinked. And the room returned. A slow breath escaped me. My gaze dropped lower. To my almost eight-month-old baby bump. I stared a second longer— Then I grabbed my purse. Rose from the bed. And left the room. The hallway stretched ahead of me. My footsteps echoed softly against the polished floor. I hadn't gone very far when my phone vibrated inside my purse. I reached inside. Pulled it out. Unlocked it. Two pictures appeared on the screen.