Lauren Blakely Books Novels & Stories

Damon seemed to be literally forgetting the whole world as he looked at her, including every law he was breaking now. Damon studied the girl carefully, trying to remember every detail of her face. When she laughed, her eyes sparkled and lovely dimples appeared in her cheeks. The wind blew her long black hair, making look like a beautiful forest nymph and the Californian sun reflected wonderfully in those dark curls. Suddenly, a crazy thought appeared in his head - how much would he give if could at least brush her hair or skin with his fingertips, embrace this girl in his arms... At first, Damon wanted to get these thoughts out of his head as quickly as possible, but it was with great diffic

Undead And Unwed BY MARYJANICE DAVIDSON The first of a long series of books with "undead" in the title — Undead and Unemployed, Undead and Unpopular are others. Frothy, light, too much fashion. I didn't want to go further after the first one. 41-50. Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter BY LAURELL K. HAMILTON

She seemed keen on the idea that a little walk would help Lauren feel better, but Lauren didn’t think her mom would agree to a long hike. Up until a couple of years ago (when she discovered Ray Bradbury and Stephen King), Lauren had loved reading the Trixie Belden mysteries and at the moment she felt a lot like Trixie, off investigating a crime. Don’t have my beautiful best friend Honey with me, though.

"Watch your game. I'll find something else to do." She headed to her bedroom, grabbed the thriller novel from her nightstand, the one she hadn't touched since Liam had become a problem, since reading about fictional danger had felt too close to her reality. When she returned to the living room, Wyatt had made himself comfortable on the couch, one arm stretched along the back, his long legs extended in front of him. He looked good there. Too good. Like he belonged in her space. Lauren didn't ask, just curled up beside him, tucking her legs under her, her shoulder pressing against his side as she opened the book. She could feel him stiffen for a moment before relaxing again.

The drive to Black Water took almost three hours and Layla, having had only two hours sleep, drifted in and out of sleep while Gray sat beside her typing on his laptop. They had barely spoken for most of the trip after he had tried to make conversation but she had made it clear that she wasn’t in the mood for small talk. He glanced surreptitiously at her now, wondering what on earth Blake was up to sending his only daughter as a peace offering to his archenemy. The girl was barely eighteen and looked like a stiff breeze would blow her over and yet, she had a steely resolve and conviction, that made her stronger than she looked.

“Hmm! I guess she’s one of Nik’s weaknesses. Maybe he grew fond of his sister over the years. He cares for her.” After doing all my skincare routines, I grabbed my laptop and tried searching about Blakely. I was amazed by her achievements. She’s become a successful curator. She has awards and she recently had a successful exhibition event. That’s quite impressive! Well, I don’t like Blakely. We didn’t get along well because I feel like she’s a threat. She didn't talk to me often before either and our short talk earlier over breakfast was just one of our very few interactions. However, she’s the most easy going in the Velasquez household, so I can use her to get close to Nik.

“She’s strong. Resilient. Fought alone while you judged.” He turned to Derek, finger pointing. “You” he said. “Do your children know about the STDs you gave Layla? Chlamydia. Herpes. The women in your bed—Brittany, Sarah, Tina? Do they know Brittany drained you—house, accounts, cars, everything? That’s why you’re back, begging. Do they know you tried to steal from their college funds—$12k—because you were broke and desperate?” Blake’s jaw dropped.

So he took advantage of being home on sick leave and spent whole days on his laptop, searching the Internet across the globe for the most reliable sources possible. Maria, after long conversations with her husband and Miguel, let herself be persuaded and promised that she would find some way to contact Nadir, but the search was more difficult than she thought. Firstly, Maria didn't know exactly what to look for, and secondly, where, after all, she didn't know anyone interested in something like black magic and summoning demons. But one night the answer came to her by itself, in a dream in which Maria saw quite clearly the book she was looking for and a spell that would help her contact the c

I jab in the side with my elbow and I say, oops, sorry, I did not mean to do that. I go back to my book and I continue watching Stella and Christian’s lives play out before me, I cannot believe that this is the last book in the series, I want more from Ana Huang, she is an amazing writer. When Blake is reading Twisted Lies, I will have nothing to do, so I think I will take a nap.

He was losing control. Liam didn't flinch. Didn't step back. Didn't even raise his hands. He just stood there and let Caleb's energy crash against him like water against stone. And then his own energy shifted. Expanded. The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees in a single breath. Kain pressed against the surface and Liam's eyes went wolf blue. Not the warm blue of a clear sky. The cold blue of deep water. The kind where things lived that never saw the sun. They were two seconds from shifting. Two seconds from destroying the kitchen and each other and everything that mattered to me in the process.