Jojo Mcdodd Novels & Stories

Jackie said. Jodi smiled. “Doesn’t matter. My man is a hell of a cop. He can find a needle in a haystack.” Jackie chuckled. “You think Matt can do anything.” “That’s because he can,” Jodi bragged. Her cell phone rang. She pulled it out of her pocket and looked at the caller I.D. “Speaking of the greatest man in the world,” Jodi said proudly. She pushed the answer button. “Hello, my love.” “Hey, beautiful, I’m in the locker room with Goldman. I got you on speaker,” Matt said.

“Standing at the top of the cliff. I waited until Hayden got to her in case I had to run back and get help.” “Maddox, do you remember when you were like nine and you almost drowned?” Jo looked over at him. Maddox grimaced. “That was not my fault.” “Jo knew Maddox back then?” Gavin was just watching. “Childhood friends.” Gavin nodded. “I knew about Steele and Spencer. Just didn’t realize Jo was in there.” “Is Maddox growing on you?” He caught my eye as I smiled at him. “I haven’t decided, but I’m ready for them to leave.”

A few minutes into the meeting Victor Lyndon received a text, he stood up, announcing he’s got to leave because of an emergency. Leo had lost interest in the meeting, his gaze kept going back to Victor Lyndon’s words about Moon Gods. Unsettled is an understatement right now. So far there was only two people in his life who he heard stuff like that from. First, November and now Victor Lyndon. ___________________________________________________ “What’s going on?” Victor asked the moment he stepped into the vicinity where Justice told him to go.

Goldman and Carter’s voices played over the phone. “Are you recording her?” Goldman asked. “Yeah. You don’t see something like this every day,” Carter answered. That ass looked awfully familiar. The woman who owned the ass turned around. It can’t be, Matt thought in shock. His head bent down over the phone. It was her. It was Jodi with her urban hair blowing in the wind. Matt felt like his eyes were going to pop out of his sockets. Her yellowish skin was only covered by a few patches of red cloth and string. She may as well have been naked on the back of that jeep. Matt realized it was her jeep. It looked like the cruiser pulled up beside the jeep. Carter and Goldman were chuckling in the vi

“Yours.” XXX Madonna Saint Elise POV “Why are you in the city if you’re filming in Vancouver?” Joemar asks before devouring the last of his fourth piece of pizza. The man can eat. It’s actually impressive. Even if this is the most divine pizza that has ever touched my tongue, I fell out of competition after two large slices. Joemar is still going, reaching for another. “I had an audition this afternoon.” “For a movie?” It felt like home on that stage today, the feeling still soaring through my veins. “For a play on Broadway.”

I headed that way. “I’m on my way.” Once I was down the stairs in the basement I immediately saw why Mike called me. Chained to the wall was the rotting body of Jordan. He looked like he had been tortured for hours then killed. “Damn it. Get him down.” We searched the rest of the house, but I knew no one was there. I also knew that if Jordan was dead then Joseph got the information he wanted. He knew where Lynn was and already had a few days jump on us. We made our way back down to the basement and watched as some of the men worked at getting Jordan down. I pulled my phone out to call Dillion. The phone rang and rang, but he didn’t answer. Weird, I thought as I hung up the phone and tried ag

She watched him for a second and felt the warmth of it from a distance, the uncomplicated pull of someone who would probably never cost her anything. "What about Liam," she said, before she'd really meant to say it out loud. Dusty pressed a hand to his chest. "Liam Carter. My one heterosexual hero." JoJo rolled her eyes. "He's genuinely good," she said, and the simplicity of it landed with weight. "Like actually. Not performing it. Not—there are people who seem kind and people who are kind, and Liam is the second one." She paused. "He's also been Noah's person since they were nine so that complicates the picture somewhat."

Alpha Reed looked to be in his early 30s and he had short brown hair, dark eyes that were almost black and he had a few scars on his bulging arms, which pulled against his tight white tee as he crossed his arms behind his desk. He had a few personal photos in his office of a young woman. He raised a cut eyebrow at me and waved his hand to indicate for me to begin. "Well the letter has some inaccuracies, but there are some correct aspects such as I was a breeder and my mother still is a breeder, but I am a born shifter. When I was sent to the market, Timothy bought me and it turned out that he is my mate. Timothu burned off my breeder mark and marked me as his mate."

Shadow commented before I’m assuming he went to get Darien. “ALPHA!” Silvercloud shouted, bursting into my room. I turned and raised an eyebrow at him. “Did you seriously just walk into my room without knocking?” I questioned. “What, you do it to me all the time,” he snorted. I rolled my eyes. “What do you want?” I questioned. “I got the information back you wanted on Moors. He’s dirty. He was accepting bribes to allow illegal hunting on your private property,” he said, holding up his tablet.

I felt his body stiffen in surprise, his muscles tensing like stone as he was taken aback by the unexpected embrace. But I refused to let go, my arms wrapped around him like a vice, holding him close as if I'd never let him go again. His fists clenched at his sides as if he struggled to restrain himself from reciprocating the embrace. But then, like a balm to his soul, my name fell from my lips: "Aria…” I whispered “Aria Marie Ashwood is my name." The sound seemed to shatter his reserve, his body loosening, his tension easing as if the mere mention of my name was a soothing balm.