Novel & Cerita Lauren Asher Dirty Air Series Order

I lashes out. "Or should I say your flings." where I am. His jaw clench at there. I divert my gaze when he stare at me for too long. He was serious and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his palm. I looked at it before finally clearing my throat and unveiling the handkerchief hanging around my neck. He stared at it before finally raising his gaze to me. "It's clean, Tyler. I've used it but not much, so I can," I told him as his gaze rested on me.

“Lila Harper.” The name hit me like a puck to the chest. My eyes snapped to her, and she turned, her auburn hair catching the light, her hazel eyes wide with shock. Lila. The woman I’d fucked last night, her wrists bound, her body yielding to my punishment. She sat there, pale, her hands trembling around a wineglass, dressed in a modest green dress that couldn’t hide her curves. My blood roared, rage and something darker—desire—clashing in my veins. She was Ethan’s fiancée? The audacity, the betrayal—she’d thrown herself at me, then waltzed into my family’s home to marry my sleaze of an uncle.

He'd already told her that he didn't want anything to do with the people the Tairneach were holding. When Aislinn left the bathroom and flipped on the light in the main room she winced at the mess around the place. That would be another thing she'd ask Sarah about. She knew that she was supposed to have an omega deal with it. But she figured it might be less embarrassing if she just cleaned it up herself. She went into the bedroom, tripping over a toppled chair, and fished some clothes out of the drawer, dressed, then headed for the elevator.

Now it was getting interesting, the big clothing was coming next, for everyone but me. Lisa dealt me two pair, which held up against one pair, and two nothing, queen high hands. "Lisa, since you were kind enough to let me win, I'll let you choose what to take off." She thought about it a moment, then stood up and removed her jeans. Her sweatshirt was huge on her tiny frame and hung halfway down her thighs, and all I got was a glimpse of yellow. Bill dealt and Sheri won, by finally drawing the flush that she seemed to attempt every hand.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

He might resent himself, blame his illness, and think she had been forced into the arms of a cold-hearted billionaire like Damon because of him. Once the call ended, Ivy returned to the bedroom. Sliding under the blanket, she nestled close to Damon, wrapping her arms around him. Within moments, her worries faded as she drifted into sleep in his embrace. THE NEXT DAY LEAH'S APARTMENT The small apartment smelled of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke. Empty bottles littered the coffee table, and Daniel sat there in a wrinkled shirt, nursing a half empty glass of cheap whiskey even though it was barely afternoon. His mother, Mercy, sat beside him, gossiping loudly about Leah and rolling her eyes

The hatch shifts slightly. Locked, but old. Rust weakens everything over time. Rowan uses the last of his strength and slams into it once—hard. The hatch gives. It bursts open with a metallic shriek. Rowan freezes. Sound. Too much sound. Too loud. But it’s done. The hatch is open. Cold air rushes in from above, carrying street scent—oil, smoke, wet pavement. Rowan climbs out. I follow. We emerge into a narrow alley behind a row of boarded buildings, the city’s glow distant but present, streetlights bleeding pale light into the darkness.

She wore no underwear. Miss Alice remained still while Mr. Ryan circled her, his cold eyes trailing up and down her body. Jessica's mouth dried. The waiting to see what came next had her break into a sweat. She felt like she was watching p**n, except it had real characters in it, characters that were incredibly sexy. Eventually Mr. Ryan came to a stop, standing beside the redhead so that his face was visible to the camera. “Bend over.” He ordered, his voice calm and steady.

Your enthusiasm and encouragement have inspired me every step of the way, and for that, I am eternally grateful. Now, I have a little secret to share with you about Book Two. Brace yourselves, for there will be even more plot twists and turns, secrets unraveling, and unexpected alliances forming. And, oh yes, a little spoiler for you - Ashley, our fearless heroine, will find herself facing a daunting punishment, but amidst it all, she will discover the unimaginable - she will fall pregnant. The tangled web of love, loyalty, and danger will grow even more complex, leaving you on the edge of your seat.

The midday light filtered through the high arched windows, casting long, stark shadows across the stone floor where the courier’s blood had already begun to dry into a dark, rusted stain. Julian turned back to Maya, closing the small distance between them until her back pressed gently against the cool stone wall of the corridor. He placed one hand beside her head, trapping her in his space, his cedar-and-ozone scent completely enveloping her senses. "You realize what this means, don't you?" Julian whispered, his baritone voice dropping into a rough, intimate register that made her pulse spike all over again. "Once we cross that southern border and rip this conspiracy out by its roots, there'