Kay Scarpetta Books In Order Novels & Stories

“It doesn't matter now. They banished me three days ago. Said I was tainted blood, that I didn't belong.” The temperature around us seemed to drop ten degrees. When Kieran spoke again, his voice was lethal. “They banished you? A princess of the ancient bloodlines?” His eyes had gone completely golden—the sign of a wolf barely in control. “What pack?” “Moonhaven. But please, don't—” “Moonhaven.” He spat the name like a curse. “Richard Blackwood's pack. I should have known.” “You knew my father?”

Stephen had already used me to secure his position as heir—I'd outlived my usefulness. "Good thing you switched out Bianca's guys, or I really would be missing some fingers right now." Rosetti grinned. "Just doing what you asked. But I heard you've been poking around Rosetti Industries' books lately?" My wine glass paused mid-swirl. His face broke into a dangerous smile as he stood and gripped my chin. The pressure was gentle, but the warning was crystal clear: "Remember why we're partners. It's about destroying the Ferraris, nothing else. Don't go where you don't belong."

Like the room I was in earlier, there was also a hallway on the left side, but unlike that dark room, this one was lit, and I could feel the presence of the person who wanted to talk to me. "Hey, wait, girl!" I almost tore the woman's clothes trying to pull her back as she was leaving the room. I was about to leave too when I heard footsteps approaching. I froze when I smelled a scent I hadn't encountered before. It was hard to describe. It had a unique mix of citrusy, spicy, and woody notes. It just screamed hot and elegant. It wasn't harsh at all; in fact, it was utterly addictive. "Why are you always running away?" I swallowed hard when I heard the voice of the man behind me.

But this was not what Caitlin wanted: she needed to heal Scarlet, not kill her. As she finished yet another book and slid it aside, with still no mention of healing anywhere, she began to feel a sense of despair. She lifted the final book on the stack, a small, leather-bound volume with a red spine, entitled De Fascino Libri Tres by Leonardo Vairo. Caitlin summoned her knowledge of Latin, and knew that translated to: Three Books of Charms, Spells and Sorceries.

the sorceress asked, sipping on a bluish liquid that filled her cup, which I assumed to be maybe a rare species of wine. “One of your sorceresses who worked for my pack stole my mate's scent and wolf,” Kaiden said, swirling the wine glass in his hands. The sorceress had an amused look in her eyes. “I see. You have the power to confront and get it from her, so why come here? I'm guessing she’s dead and that's why you're here—because you need my help.” “Correct,” Kaiden remarked. “She killed herself, and I don't know why. But I know you have a book containing all the sorcerers that roam the earth.”

The investigator didn’t give a shit about that restraint. He leaned forward again, eyes sharp, voice slick with accusation. “Let’s move on.” Scarlet lifted her gaze, meeting his stare head-on. “Where were you,” he asked, “during the hours of the massacre?” She answered without hesitation. “In Alpha Ronan’s pack.” A murmur rippled through the chamber. The investigator nodded slowly, like a man savoring a punchline. “Yes. We know.” Scarlet stiffened. “We conducted extensive research,” he continued, tapping a file. “Your movements. Your presence. Your scent trail.” He looked up. “And we found something interesting.”

Kayla asked, her voice lilting as she started toward us. I blocked her with a single step forward, my grip on Scarlet’s waist tightening until she could feel every hard line of me. “I don’t know you,” I said evenly. “I don’t recall meeting you before. Why are you here?” Sweat prickled down my temples as the curse’s voice coiled in my skull, taunting, hungry, urging me to tear Kayla apart. “Damien…” Scarlet’s soft voice brushed my ear. “Don’t call my name like that, Scarlet.” My tone was sharp, but my mouth was close to hers—too close. What she didn’t realize was that every time she said my name, it fed the heat burning in my veins.

) You can find these stories from her Alpha Series Book 1 – Her Forbidden Alpha Book 2 – Her Cold-Hearted Alpha Book 3 – Her Destined Alpha Book 4 – Caged Between the Beta & Alpha Book 5 – King Alejandro – The Return of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha

It was an image of Scarlet’s face. Caitlin felt her stomach roll with anguish. How had her daughter’s face come to be on this ancient text in a lost vampire library? Once again, she thought of destiny. It was as though everything had already been decided. No, it was more than that. If felt as though everything that was happening now had already happened before, as if they were living in a constant loop with history swirling round and round, repeating ad infinitum. The life she was living was just one cycle, one in which the outcome had been predicted before, but was not set in stone. She could change the premonitions and prophecies. Whatever was supposed to happen, she still had control over

She felt her skin on fire from all the bites; she swatted them, but she couldn’t get them off. On the horizon she saw her father, silhouetted against the sun. And she knew that if she could only reach him, she would be safe. But this time, his face was obscured. And the more she ran, the further away he became. She slowly sank into the mud as she went, getting lower with each step. Finally, she couldn't run any further, completely stuck, and completely covered by fleas, and then rats, all biting her in every direction. She saw before her two coffins. One was large, and the other the size for a child. Caleb lay in one, and Scarlet in the other. They were both covered with welts, and they were