Liane Moriarty New Book 2023 Novels & Stories

Liana POV I was sitting at my desk in the office, trying to focus on the work in front of me, when one of the girls stepped inside. “There’s someone here to see you.” I looked up from my desk. If it had been Adrian, she would have simply said his name. She knew I was expecting him often enough that there would have been no reason for her to be vague. “Who?” “His name is Rory Steele.” The name meant absolutely nothing to me and I searched my memory, trying to place it, but nothing came to mind. “Did he say what he wanted?”

Margaret's gaze sharpened. "Then perhaps you don't know he's hired a private investigator." Lily's pulse jumped. Investigator? Damien never told her that. What exactly was he investigating? The accident? Aria? Or something else? Margaret watched every shift in her expression. Then she smiled. A cold smile. The kind that never reached her eyes. "You seem nervous." "I'm not." "Then stop gripping the armrest." Lily immediately released it. Margaret said nothing. The silence became worse.

- I responded back, burying my thoughts deep. My face flushed realizing that he had been able to pick up these X-Rated thoughts so easily since I had been so deep into it. The book hadn't helped at all to keep my mind on my task for the day. It had been the equivalent of "See Spot Run" in the Draygonian world. Nerrian rolled his eyes and closed the book. He set it off to the side on a pile of books that never quite made it back to his shelves. I don't think this will work today. Nerrian admitted shaking his head.

The day remained overcast, heavy clouds looming low over the building, casting everything in a muted gray light. Lily sat by one of the bay windows in the library, a thick knitted blanket wrapped around her shoulders as she absentmindedly flipped through the pages of a novel. But no matter how hard she tried to focus, the words seemed to blur together. Her mind kept drifting back to the night before-to Aaron's intense gaze, Damian's cryptic questions, and the feeling that something monumental was being kept from her. The way they kept exchanging glances.

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The pale morning light filtered through the blinds of Lily's apartment, casting soft golden lines across the wooden floor. She stirred from her light sleep, eyes fluttering open as the weight of her dreams dissolved into waking reality. The events of the past week lay heavy on her chest—the miscarriage, the return to William's company, the mystery surrounding Selena, and the strange reemergence of her past. It was overwhelming, yet somehow, it fueled her. Her fingers brushed over the edge of Selena's diary, still lying open on the desk. The last entry she'd read the night before echoed in her mind:

Zeve, Amor and their story will live on in our hearts forever. See you again in a new book on a whole new journey. Until then... Best wishes and lots of love to all of you, ♡♡♡ AM ♡♡♡ --------------------------- A whole new journey isn’t that far away. Here’s MY BOOKS LIST: #Standalones:- (1) REJECTED TO BE HIS LUNA — Completed (2) FAKING THE MATE BOND — Completed #Series:- ((( The Dark Bond Series ))) (1) REBOUND TO THE LYCAN ALPHA — Ongoing

Liam exhaled deeply before collapsing into his chair, lowering his head into his hands. “If this is all just some game to you,” he whispered bitterly, half angry and half awestruck, “then you’ve gone too far.” His heart refused to calm down. “Don’t play with me, Chatrine Madison.” Elsewhere, Chatrine was hardly sitting around in silence herself. She sat upright with her backup laptop open before her, eyes sharp with calculation while her elegant fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard. She needed to know who the woman was. The one who had hugged Liam outside the minimarket.

He’d want blood after I tried to bleed his accounts dry. The paranoia follows me all the way back to Brooklyn. I check every corner of the brownstone once I’m inside. Empty. Silent. I send a quick text to Phoebe just to ensure she hasn't been snatched off the street. She answers with a string of emojis and another reminder about my ribs. I head to my room, halfway undressed for a shower, when my phone buzzes. It’s Lydia “LIL” Moretti. “Zli,” she rasps, her voice smoky from years of undercover work. “Tell me the rumors are wrong.”

Sitting at her desk in the ordinary afternoon light crying at an email from a small press that wanted to publish a book about women who had been consumed by a haunted house on a hill. She wiped her face. "Come home," she said. "We're celebrating." "I'm already on my way," he said. She looked at the email again. At Margaret's name in the first line of the synopsis she had sent. At Clara's. At Patricia's. At all of them. Given back. Finally properly given back. That evening they celebrated. Liam came through the door with a bottle of decent wine and takeaway from the Indian place she loved. Evelyn had already lit the candles they almost never used and put on the old playlist they’d made during