Karen Chance Books Novels & Stories

“Grandma, she hasn’t spoken to me about anything and I though you went through that since you went through this process, you would have an idea.” “Well, if we’re going to be using that to decipher what’s wrong with her, I’ll say the has what I refer to as ‘wedding chills’” grandma looked at Ariana then added “do you understand or you need me to explain it?” “No, it’s all clear. I feel bad that I can’t share in whatever it is that she’s going through.” “Don’t feel bad as you’re also going to understand. In the meantime, I’ll need you to go to my room, open up the safe and you’ll find a box with scarlet. Bring it up here”

" I sobbed on cue, deliberately stoking his greed while tamping down his suspicion. As expected, Nick didn't seethe—he exulted. "Good! That's perfect, Jessica. You did well!" he crowed. "This isn't humiliation—it's our chance to show the world!" To him, pride counted for nothing against three billion. "Carrie will be home today. Don't worry, the safe will be there at the auction." When I hung up, the timid mask dropped from my face. Only scorn remained. Will stepped close and tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "Now we wait for the fish to bite," he murmured.

MERC has a lot of associates and it's important to be friendly with all of them though sometimes I fear they're getting too familiar with us and forget their place. "I didn't think you'd come," Karen said suddenly. My heart skipped a beat as I turned my head to look down at her. She's 5ft8 to my 6ft1 so she has to tilt her head to look up at me giving me a nice view of her slender and attractive neck which seems to beckon to me to give it just one bite. It takes quite an effort to keep my mind and eyes off her neck as she repeats her sentence. "Why?" I ask.

“When I can get more time and you don't have a wedding to organize. You can show me around town. As your grandma showed for you. - I would love. She looked at Damien with a hint of delight in her expression. He smiled, thinking that the future had never looked so bright. Kalti Brown book hit bookstore shelves, when her publisher purchased books three and four in the series when it hit the bestseller list, I thought life couldn't get any better. Now he knew he could. And what would it be. Why

My best friend, Megan Hahn, was at Cooper's Barbecue, cradling a beer bottle in her arms as she bawled her eyes out and wailed, "I wanted to introduce my elder brother to you after he returned, so that Nicky can become my very own niece. "But he's unable to have children, which makes him no different from a useless piece of trash. How could I do you dirty like that when we're best friends?" As she said all that, her phone rang.

Karen sat alone in the backseat of Henry’s car later that night, watching the city blur past the window. Everything was shifting. The Frost family. The Blakes. Even her. This wasn’t just survival anymore. This was war. And Karen Blake wasn’t afraid of fire. She was the fire. Karen stepped out of Frost Tower, heels sharp on concrete, head held higher than ever. Cameras flashed. Reporters swarmed. Questions were thrown like punches. She didn’t flinch. Not today. Henry’s black SUV pulled up. The driver opened the door. But just as Karen stepped forward, a voice rang out behind her.

‘WHAT A JOB!’ Karen exclaimed from her perch on the library steps. ‘I shouldn’t think anyone’s been up here for a decade.’ Hot, dusty, she had already spent three days at it but so far had only scratched the surface of the monumental task of correlating the vast amount of undocumented material.

How could I? Leaning against one of the bookshelves I mindlessly thumb through a book in my hand. Occasionally I glance at Rae chuckling at her expressions. She’s become very animated ever since she began researching. I almost thought it was a fluke when I caught her dancing in the cell, but now I think her personality is beginning to shine. I really enjoy it, it’s completely different and greatly enjoyed.

I demand. This woman is the first to ever deny me, and it both frustrates me and excites me. Cassie Stone, you truly are one of a kind.

Book two of the ' Second Chance Séries ' ** Chapter one ; I got my Revenge In the basement laid a young woman in her late thirties, barely unconscious, on a filthy mattress. She had a jagged scar running from her left eyelid to the right side of her face. Her nose was bleeding profusely, and her face was pale. One could hardly hear the words leaving her mouth as multiple men assaulted her. It happened every day for ten years. That was how long she had been stuck, maybe. It was karma paying her for her deeds.