Latest Book Linda Howard Novels & Stories

“I should have known better.” “I don’t think it was the funeral.” Linda corrects me, “The way this is written, well, let’s just say it’s not a flattering article. There’s a lot of details here that they couldn’t have gotten from the last few days, or even just looking into your life in the Dark Moon pack.” “Great.” I mutter grumpily, “As if this week wasn’t going badly enough already.” “Sorry babe. Call me if you need anything.” Linda offers.

Linda’s POV It was early in the morning, maybe around five-thirty. So yeah, it was really early. I rolled out of bed to my alarm ringing. I had taken into my new routine, jogging by six. I would do some stretches, grab my water bottle, eat a breakfast bar, and do a few things before leaving. I took my phone as I headed to the bathroom, the light in the room was still off but my eyes were already adjusted to the dark so I had nothing to worry about. Checking the notifications on my screen, I happened to see one that caught my attention.

Then I stood in front of the desk and crossed my arms over my chest because otherwise I didn't really know what to do with it. Jilin didn't let that push her. She wrote the whole line in full before putting the pen to one side and leaning back in her executive chair. Our boss was a woman in her late thirties. A few strands of silver had crept into her black hair and gave her something dignified. Her eyes spoke of Asian descent, but the color of her skin was somewhere between a latte macchiato and a black coffee. And even though she had been tied to this desk for years after her leg was torn off by a spuma on an operation, she still had the sharp eyes of a huntress.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

Linda asks to know. “Did you bring the book?” she asks, not noticing the redhead, standing up and moving towards the glass divider. Sasha removes the book from her high-sliced boot and shows it to him. Overall excellent. PriJustoa version. Obviously, there was only one impression, he adds with a touch of a smile. "There's no TR McCaammon , is there?" Linda says cautiously. — No.— wrote the book.— "True, Sasha." Walack surrenders. Perhaps they speculated earlier that it's not just a book. — What is it?—

Caleb was hiding more than she had ever imagined, and she needed to uncover it before it was too late. The next morning, Celine found Linda in the library, lounging on a chaise with a book in her hands. Her expression was serene, but Celine knew better. “Linda,” she said firmly, stepping into the room. Linda glanced up, her lips curling into a sly smile. “Celine. To what do I owe the pleasure?” “We need to talk,” Celine said, crossing her arms. Linda closed her book and set it aside, motioning for Celine to sit. “By all means. What’s on your mind?”

Linda offers staring at me. I see her and Howard exchange a look. I sigh heavily. An hour later I am working on a client report for a meeting with Jordan when Linda stands over my cubical. “Yes?” I asks looking up at her. “He is happily married. He is trying to be a good man. He is a better analyst than you. If I snap my fingers you are fired,” Linda looks at me. “What are you implying?” I ask. “That you want to flirt with more than Sterling and Crown,” Linda doesn’t back down.

“So what did you want to know about Linda?” “I wanted to find out where she is. I heard she was on a world tour, but I don't know the exact country.” “What did she do to you?” I stuttered, not expecting the question,“I have—um…” Sarah rose her hand, “I’ll help you out because I know she did something to you guys.” "Linda's not on a world tour," she said, her voice low in a conspiratory whisper. "She's in Philadelphia right now. She's still feeling much obsessed with Dante, and she thinks Olivia is the reason he won't take her back."

She stopped just outside the door, her breath catching as she heard the low murmur of Linda’s voice inside. "No, Henry, it has to be tonight," Linda hissed into the phone, her voice sharp and edged with panic. "I don’t care what the books say—move the funds. It’ll be untraceable if you do it before the quarterly reports are filed. I’m counting on you to cover your tracks." Barbara had stepped back, heart racing, unsure of what she had just overheard. She didn’t confront Linda then, unsure of what the conversation meant. But now, as the pieces fell into place, the memory burned in her mind like a warning.

Talking didn’t fix anything and it couldn’t stitch up the parts of me that bled every time I thought about her. But it was better than losing control. Better than doing something reckless. And maybe… it helped to say it out loud, to share the perfect way I planned to claim Olivia. “And now you don’t?” Linda asked, jotting something down. The scratch of her pen filled the silence between us but she occasionally lifted her head to glance at me. I rubbed my palm over my knee, tilting my head as I studied her. “Do you read the Daily Mail?” Her eyes lifted, blonde hair slipping around her face. A small smile tugged at her lips. “Not really. It’s too much noise and drama plus I’m always busy. Why?