Kindle Edition Novels & Stories

com Publishing History Linda Kage, June 2018 ISBN-13: 978-1370924936 Smashwords Edition Credits Cover Artist: Kage Covers Editor: Summer at Red Pen Revolution Proofreader: Shelby at Book Lovers Have More Fun Proofreader: Shelley at 2 Book Lovers Reviews Proofreader: Judy at Judy’s Proofreading Created with Vellum

Author’s Note: Ethan and Laura first meet in “A Hopeful Kind of Love,” also available on Goodnovel. You do not need to have read that story to enjoy this one though. Laura His hand went to the back of her neck again, pulling her into him. She gasped as his hand tangled in her hair and he tugged gently as he kissed her. She felt the pull from her scalp to between her thighs, and she whimpered.

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Eliza, what do you think moves faster—your legs, or a radiation storm? At that, I shifted my gaze to the man still kneeling on the ground. "If you want to save people, I won't stop you." Then, I pointed east. "Two miles that way—there's an abandoned subway station. There are backup detonators inside. Since you're all so eager to help, why don't you go get one for him? It's only a few hundred zombies. You're kind-hearted and gentle—surely the zombies wouldn't have the heart to bite you."

It made my heart flutter to watch him, and in that moment, I forgot we were ever arguing at all. “Well, I couldn’t really decide on what book to get you, since I guess we don’t talk about that kind of stuff very much. But I know you really like books, because I watch you a lot. Not in a creepy way though, I mean, I just notice things—” How sweet, I thought, gazing up at him while he fumbled for words. “Anyway, I thought you should get your pick, you know? Whatever you want. It’s a Kindle, and there’s a lifetime subscription already on it. I figured it would be useful because you’re always carrying around those heavy stacks of books and needing help with carrying them around.”

"Emily's signature? It was a simple delivery order, a routine transaction! What in the seven hells is going on now?" He slammed his fist onto a nearby table, a heavy brass sculpture rattling precariously. "Jack," Daniel snarled, "go outside and bring in that awful woman Now!”. Jack was about to leave when his phone rang. The phone rang once, twice... then Jack's eyes widened, staring at his screen. "Sir," he stammered, "it's... it's mr Edward Franklyn the ceo of Paxon Enterprises" Daniel snatched the phone from Jack's trembling hand, his eyes narrowing at the caller ID.

Drake’s eyes lit up when he saw the book, the blazing orange was hard to look at but was mesmerizing all the same, “The path of the one and the end of the thirteen, I never thought I would get to see it,” “You can be the one to translate, I never was good with enochian,” Ellie said with a smile as she slid the book to the entrancing Dragon-shifter, “So, you're really going to give us a history lesson, right now?” questioned Valaria as her amethyst eyes darted between Drake and Ellie,

The moon grew brighter, illuminating the water. I saw her. She was smiling up at the stars from beneath the water. I shifted quickly and dived into the water. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her to the surface with me. I carried her to the bank and laid her in the grass. Goddess! She was beautiful but she wasn't breathing. She wasn't breathing. I blinked, confused and scared. I had to do something. She wasn't breathing. I tilted her head upwards and held her mouth open as I breathed two sharp breaths into it. Her chest did not rise. I placed both hands on her chest and pressed down. After pressing down several times, I placed my mouth on hers and gave her three more breaths.

“The fire investigator said that I left my book on the stove and it caught fire. It happens.” “Did you leave a book?” he asked. “I’d never seen the book before,” she explained. “It was called, ‘You’re Next.’ They also found the remains of the rest of the series in the kitchen. Their titles were ‘Dead Man Walking’ and ‘Dead and Deader.’ They weren’t my books.” “He put them there?” he asked. “That’s a heck of a warning.” “Yeah,” she agreed. “So I ran. I know that he’s out there. I think I’m safe for now. I’ve crossed state lines, and I don’t think he has a good way to track me, but...”

With one glance around, she slips into the recliner and downloads the next book in the series. The large mahogany grandfather clock in the hall chimes its tune. It's only chimed three times since she started reading. The tune echoes up through the house and reverberates through her ears. Staring at the words The End on the Kindle in her lap, she blinks in disbelief. She has finished the remaining three books in the series, in record time according to the percentage statistics on the Kindle. Her eyes flew across the pages at record speed and yet, she can still recall every line with insane precision, every plot twist connects. It seems that all her cognitive processing is moving at an incredi