Lisa Gardner Series Novels & Stories

Estevan said. "Temporarily, yes. But we all know Lucinda Valestine. She probably see Larisa as her biggest enemy now," Gavin replied. "She told me something after Noah's funeral," they all looked at Gabe who just arrived after working shortly for Larisa. He will not be able to work knowing that Larisa is in pain. "What is it?" Amber asked. "She wants revenge," Gabe said and sat with them in the living room. He's now facing Gavin in front of him. "She asked me for help to erase the Valestine." Gabe added.

I pushed open our door and about died at the sight before me. "Fuck me, Lisa. What did I do to deserve this?" I asked her with a shit-eating grin as I looked at her with lust filled eyes. Lisa was kneeling on the bed in all white lingerie that clung to her body in all the right ways. Her breasts were perked up, barely held by the thin fabric. Don't even get me started on the garter she had hooked onto her thighs. I don't know what it is about garters, but they really get me going. My eyes continued to wander over her body, memorizing every part of her. She crawled towards me on the bed in such a sensual way that I really thought my pants would tear as my dick stood to attention, desperately

Jason and Oscar to dine but why I did I even think it was possible? Even if it had to be eating on his table why with Oscar? He didn't know about us so what was I expecting? Damn it! I walked up toward the garden to meet with the gardener, she was the most peaceful worker in the estate. She was watering young seedlings upon getting to the garden. She paused, turned around and drop her work tool. "Hi Lisa, good day." She embraced me. "Hi, how long have you been here?" "About an hour now, I'm almost done for the day."

She'd poured her energy into mending them, her hands glowing with that nascent magic she'd inherited, but it drained her, left her raw and exposed. And there, lurking in the shadows just beyond the pool's glow, was Lisa. I didn't move. Didn't breathe. I watched. Lisa had been with us for months now, a refugee from a fallen pack we'd taken in during one of the border skirmishes. She'd proven useful—quick with a blade, sharp-eyed on patrols, and oddly attentive to Clara, always hovering like a shadow. At first, I'd chalked it up to admiration; Clara had that effect, drawing people in with her fire and kindness. But lately, something had nagged at me. A flicker in Lisa's scent, a too-quick glan

“Put it down, Hayden. I haven’t arrested any of your friends.” “You, liar!” Hayden yelled, throwing the laptop in the air. “Lisa is nowhere to be found, but the last time I had seen her with a lycan official. I know you have put her in a prison to avoid a hunter. But let me tell you ...” He gawked at me when I didn’t move a bit to save my laptop. So, he immediately caught it. I rolled my eyes at him. “Lisa wished to see the record of the convicted criminals in rogue’s pack, Hayden. She must be in the record room with the official Arnold.