Lady Julia Grey Series Novels & Stories

And now I think on it, I have Cash-Man's photo in my phone. Wonder if Hickman made any progress on that? Juliana's wearing that manic grin that is so much a part her sexual allure and Femme Fatale appeal. "So sorry, Larry. Weren't you expecting me?" She fishes into a shoulder bag, producing a mobile, then tapping the screen to life. WTF? Calling for backup? She's opted for redhead this evening... Deliberate? Probably... ... with green eye make-up which I'm guessing is supposed to give her a delicate mermaid air, but in reality reminds me of one of the characters I saw in the Pride and Prejudice and Zombies movie.

GRACE'S POV Grey was smiling and rubbing his chin like he was about to make a huge announcement that everyone would love. “All you two need is to meet me somewhere, sometime, for an amazing–” He didn't get to finish because a table calendar flew through the air and found its way to his face. Straight up, it hit his forehead straight up. “Okay, lunchtime.” Julia exclaimed. She picked up her phone and purse, and hastily left the office. Lana stood up from her seat, glaring at Grey who sat, shocked, his hand over his forehead.

MATHIAS POV I lock the cabin and head toward the intoxicating scent, every fibre of my being is telling me to take my mate, make them mine, never let them go but I need to stop them seeing the wolf I have locked in my basement. I move quietly back toward the lake where I just fought the hybrid, seeing someone leaning down looking at something on the ground...blood. I can hear her heart rate start to rise, she's starting to panic, she has fire engine red hair flowing down her beautiful back stopping just before her luscious ass. She smells like tea tree oil and Lilly. this is it, I finally found her, I want to run to her, take her in my arms and make her and every inch of her body mine, I wan

The lady said typing away at the computer. Jade walked to the back wall, scanning the books, she found a book called ‘The Forgotten Sorrows.’ She planted herself on the floor and started to read into it. It didn’t detail too much into the whole history before the witch burnings, but when it started in on the witch burnings, it turned brutal.

“Sit, Ella. We’ve had the chef prepare everything. You need your strength for the day we have planned.” I sat down, feeling like a doll being positioned for a play. Before I could even reach for a napkin, Julian was there, sliding a delicate porcelain cup toward me. “Early Grey, two sugars,” Julian murmured, his voice soft, intimate. “Just the way you like it in the archives.” The memory of our "date" flashed through my mind, followed quickly by the memory of Lucian under the covers. I felt a flush creep up my neck. “Thank you, Julian.”

She did wear glasses, but always had the best frames, the ones that enhanced her fox-like face more than detracting from it. 'I never read anything by her.' I remarked. 'She's a bit like Kelly Link, or Caitlin R Kiernan.' Lacey answered, turning back to look at me. 'Just as weird, but not quite as good.' Julia said, from where she was sitting beside me. Julia was the punk/artsy friend, and, unlike Lacey, she looked exactly like you'd expect. Right down to the dyed pixie cut. 'I never read them either.' I admitted. Though I did read some Caitlin Kiernan later on, something about messed up kids in Alabama and angels and spider creatures. It was good, but Julia was right, it was weird as hell.

Lucy’s heart gave a small skip, like it always did when she was reminded he was somewhere nearby. Julia’s room was bright and messy, with magazines scattered across the bed and perfume bottles lined up like soldiers on her dresser. She dropped her bags with a thud and flopped onto the mattress. “Okay,” she said dramatically, patting the spot next to her. “Let’s see the damage.” Lucy sat slowly, placing her own bags down more gently. She pulled out the soft pink bra she had chosen, running her fingers over the fabric again. Julia sat up and reached for one of the bags. “I still can’t believe you let me sneak this in,” she said, pulling out the black lace piece from earlier and wiggling her br

As I stared at Aunt Maya and Uncle Sid, I was unable to discern any resemblance between Julian and either of them. Julian has a pair of grey eyes, in contrast to his mother and father, who both have green eyes. Aunt Maya’s so beautiful with long black locks, same with Uncle who had dark hair, while Julian had light chestnut brown. Julian came down, and checked on Stef, then made a beeline for the kitchen. I noticed that he was now changed into a white shirt, and grey sweatpants. I made an effort to divert my attention away from the sensation of my heart racing and pounding in my chest every time he re-entered the room. He positioned a garbage can close to Stef, a bottle of water and some asp

She looked little to nothing like him and the lady who just walked in was a copy-and-paste version of her father. The lady stepped forward, bowing her head before them. “Hello everyone, sorry for interrupting your meal. I’m Genevieve Brent Gray.” “What is your name again?” Mr Gray rose from the chair followed by everyone else. They stood, frozen in shock. “Genevieve Brent Gray.” Noah groaned. “Say that name again and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to say a word in your whole life.” “I’m sorry, you are?” She looked him over, her eyes glinting at his sight. “Oh Mr Hank, you’re here.”

*** Julia walked to the corner of the room and stood, swirling her champagne and taking a sip while observing everyone. “Hello, Miss?” Julia turned to her right, “Julia,” she said to Sabrina with a smile. The lady quickly waved it off, “I don't care.” she said. Julia slowly nodded in irritation at Sabrina's manners and continued to sip. “It is very unusual for Don to bring a lady with him. So who are you?” Sabrina inquired as she eyed Julia. “I–” “–you are one of his nightstands, right?” Sabrina immediately interrupted.