Linda Monroe Novels & Stories

Lily asked. "Ivy Garcia. She is one of the top successful businesswomen in Washington. Very beautiful, rich and powerful. Don't you know her?" The shop attendant said excitedly. "You must be very important for her to come to look for you," she added and Lily smiled but was wondering why such a person would come to look for her.

Damon Seven Months Later "James, come on in." Damon moved back and smiled at Linda, his secretary. "Hold all of my calls for the next thirty minutes." "Not a problem, Mr. Bryant." Linda returned the smile and glanced down at her desk. She was a beautiful older woman and should have been married. Crazy how many people had been handed a shitty situation in life and yet seemed to still get up and smile in the face of all of it. He needed to give Linda a raise or take her out to lunch soon. The poor woman put up with a lot of shit, his in particular.

"If I was into girls, I'll abduct you right now and demand you wed with me!" "I'm glad you are not." I giggled. "I'm sure you'll look as perfect as me." "I doubt," Linda mumbled, dusting her face with the powder brush. Before slipping into her dress. She had opted for subtle makeup, with was a great compliment to her pink skin. I'm sure she'd have looked insanely gorgeous no matter the make-up she did. Linda was beautiful, one of the most beautiful girls in Wolfe academy and she never rubbed it into anyone's face, unlike Summer.

A well-dressed, composed looking woman approached the group. Every pair of eyes moved over her in a quick assessing manner. Molly didn't speak right away, she just looked at the newcomer. The woman smiled in a polite way that was a little too bright. "Linda. Linda Moore." No one responded, for a setting such as this, it felt kind of normal. Linda shrugged it off as her gaze settled on Molly. "I've been watching your swing, it's precise, not many people play that clean." It was meant to be a direct and targeted compliment.

Jesus, I must be far, far drunker than I thought. He holds his hand out. “I’m Lucas Craven.” I just stare at him. He gives me a puzzled look and starts to move his hand away. I quickly put my hand out and shake his warm solid, calloused hand. “I-I’m Lilly, Lillian Blackwood”, I stutter, geez Lill, get a grip, remember he’s a douche bag that just spilled shit all over you…. still, he’s a good-looking douche bag. “I know, I’ve been watching you. I mean, I watched you sing.” He smiles ruefully, pointing at the stage, “You sound amazing.”

She still needed to win Samuel’s favor, no matter the cost. Samuel’s appearance last night attracted a lot of women’s attention. Even though everyone knew that Cindy was his wife, it didn’t stop them from staring lustfully at Samuel. If Samuel was snatched away by another sl*t, her position as Mrs. Langford in the household would be in jeopardy. She would never allow that to happen! During the banquet, she heard that Linda was a world-renowned fashion designer. Almost all the popular female celebrities had worn her designs before. So, Cindy decided to collaborate with Linda.

Randolph said. They flashed their lights into the pen beside hers where two lions prowled. “Call in some more of the staff.” The flashlight’s beam poked into the darkness of her pen, angled toward Big Red. “What are you doing out here, big fellow? Little lady won’t let you snuggle yet?” “Hey, Randolph, what’s that?” The iron fence rattled as they leaned over it and poured their beams of light into the moat. Diana closed her eyes as the light touched her face. Her long red hair covered her naked body like Lady Godiva on her famous ride. She stopped breathing while her heart nearly leaped out of her chest to know they'd found her, and would take her someplace warm.

It was the face of a childhood friend, a senator’s fiancee, a ghostly image of a stranger who had tried to send her to jail. It was the beautiful face of Linda Monroe.

She seemed to be in her late forties or early Fifities. "Hailey!, so glad you could join us," Linda exclaimed, a warm smile gracing her face. "I was just saying to Christine that I wondered when you'd show up," Linda continued. Her presence brought a sense of calm, as if her very essence could put one at ease. I pondered whether it was her innate nature or if the impending motherhood was making her so serene.