Lisa Kleypas Audiobooks Novels & Stories

"I just trusted her." "Smart woman." Lisa links their arms and steers them both toward the lounge area, away from the standing crowd. "Elias got held up—Sophie said the interviewer ran over. Apparently unprepared." "I wasn't waiting for him." "I know." Lisa says it lightly, which means she doesn't entirely believe it. They settle into a curved sofa near the edge of the room. "Look." Lisa tips her chin subtly across the room. "Claire Nox." Mia finds her without difficulty.

I wasn't seriously considering it… “There is a need to investigate further. This human must be observed at close range, scrutinized, every little detail documented until we understand how it is that he can cheat death.” “Oh, so how do we get in touch with the investigations department?” Zadkiel didn’t respond, he just gave her a pointed look. Why is he looking at me like I’ve said something stupid? Lisa wondered, and then it dawned on her and her eyes widened. “You mean me! But…but I know nothing about investigating,” she wailed.

she confessed, her voice filled with a blend of urgency and regret. Lisa's voice trembled slightly, betraying her inner turmoil. Her desire to find Hera and uncover the truth propelled her forward, even if it meant venturing into unfamiliar territory. She knew the gravity of their mission and the potential consequences of failure, and it fueled her determination to leave no stone unturned. Adrien's surprise softened into understanding as he listened to Lisa's explanation. He could sense the genuine concern in her voice, the raw determination that emanated from her every word. His initial confusion gradually melted away, replaced by a growing admiration for her unwavering commitment to their

"Give me some credit, Lisa. Did you think I'd be that stupid to bring the only copies of my evidence here? You can take this if you want, but I have plenty more where that came from." "All you said. Lies... All lies," she gasped, her bosom heaving. “I don’t know who Lisa Evans is, and I have never been a maid. Do you really think a woman like me could ever be a maid? You’re hilarious, and everyone who listens to your petty story will laugh at you.”

Bright, judgmental, scandal-hungry headlights. I try to walk normally. I fail. My legs move like soggy noodles. Elevator dings. Doors open. Lisa from Accounting steps out. Stops. Sees me. Screams internally. Then whispers, loudly enough for the ancestors to hear: “Oh my God… SHE’S BACK.” I force a smile. “Lisa, hey—” She drops a second coffee. Why does she always have three? I flee into the elevator. But fate is cruel. Because as the doors begin to close…

And yet, if he still had his memory, would he hate me even more? Despite not wanting to leave me so unsettled, Caspian must excuse himself for the afternoon, needing to deal with pack matters, leaving my daughter Claire at my side. After which Lisa, one of the pack residents, an endearing young girl, enters. Her mischievous smile tells me all I need to know. “Not again Lisa…” I say with a chuckle. “You bet! Got another rich fool to rent out my place,” Lisa often tried to rent out her long-vacant decrepit house, which was falling apart at the seams. Course she never expressed that to any of her possible tenants.

“Eve mentioned another contact nearby. An Omega healer. Lisa. Supposedly, she has access to the infirmary records, knows who’s been.... unjustly punished by Valerius. More potential allies.” We found Lisa in a small, surprisingly clean dwelling tucked away behind what looked like a communal kitchen. She was young, maybe my age, with wide, frightened eyes and hands stained with herbs. She looked at us with a mixture of terror and desperate hope when Austin explained, in his usual blunt fashion, who he was and what he intended. “You’re… you’re Austin Kaelen?” she whispered, her gaze fixed on him with something akin to awe. “The Exile? We...we heard stories...”

"Ma’am, I realized something." Claire arched a brow. "What?" Lisa hesitated before saying, "He is obsessed with you." Claire stiffened. "Me?" Lisa nodded. "Yes." Lisa nodded, her expression is innocent but manipulative. “He wants to trap every woman around you in his web… First, your stepdaughter. Then, your daughter. But he doesn’t love either of them. He just wants you to notice him. If you don’t believe me, why not test it yourself?”

“Lisa, really? You’re incorrigible.” “Come on, Lea. You need to clear your mind. Spending a night with someone you like, someone new might just do the trick.Life is too short to keep hanging in the past, won't you agree? You are young,rich, and beautiful.” Lisa leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Come on, Lea. You need to clear your mind. Spend a night with one of them, have some wild sex, and get him to fuck your brains out. You might actually relax for once.”