Love Me Sarah Walker Novels & Stories

I said. Sarah sat on the sofa across from me. She folded her hands in her lap. She looked so fragile, like she might blow away if the wind blew too hard. She didn't have kids to distract her. She didn't have a husband to hold her. She just had this big, quiet house and the memory of a betrayal. "I am sorry for coming here," I started. My voice was trembling. "I know I am the last person you want to see." "I don't hate you, Maya," Sarah said. She looked me directly in the eyes. "I am just tired. My heart is too tired to hold onto hate."

Sarah was beside him, draped in a champagne colored gown that caught the light from the hallway, her arm hooked just slightly into his. For a split second, I froze. I hadn't expected them. Especially not together, standing on my doorstep. Ryan's eyes flicked over my face, then lower, catching the mess of my hair and the flush still warming my skin. His jaw tightened. "Where's Walker?" His voice was low, clipped of tone that carried an order more than a question. Sarah smiled in a polished way, as if the moment wasn't intense at all. "We came to pick Walker up. Would you mind calling him out for us?"

Victor was equally lost in Sarah’s sweetness, as if he had completely lost control of his own lust. No matter how much he released the desire in his lower body, it was never enough; he remained as hard as if he’d taken an aphrodisiac, tirelessly plowing into her. The man was like dry kindling meeting a raging fire; the night was boundless, and his desire knew no end. Holding Sarah close, he explored every possible position and angle. Yet Sarah could only remember half of it all. For this prolonged lovemaking had barely begun when the heroine was overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of pleasure and the vigorous thrusting, causing her to pass out.

“I swear. I came for you.” Her eyes filled with tears again. “Why?” she whispered. “Why would you come for me?” “Because Tariq ruined my life too. And the only way to end him is you.” Sarah’s face twisted at the name. “Tariq…” she whispered, like it tasted like poison. “Yes,” I said firmly. “I know what he did. I know what he is. And I know you are the only one who can kill him.” Sarah trembled. Her chains rattled softly. “He… he promised me love,” she whispered. “He promised me safety. He...he...murdered me...”

Joshua Damn Nate. He always found a way to screw with me. It was bad enough when it was just me, but now he seemed intent on targeting Sarah. I should have known he was up to something when he offered that stupid bet. When Sarah showed me her cards I was sure she’d win. Now, she had to sit on his lap. I’ll admit, when she first got up and walked over to him I was mortified. She’d looked over at me, begging for me to do something, but there was nothing I could do. I wanted to grab her and run away, but I knew there was no way to get out of the bet. Not with this family. So I just sat there, as Sarah, my girl, went to sit on another guy’s lap. And it wasn’t just another buy. It was Nate. It wa

They took their usual route until they were far enough away from the plantation house that no one would notice they’d changed direction. The valise was just where it was supposed to be. Pauline hopped down from the small phaeton and rushed to collect it. Her eyes darted to the place where Aiden only recently made love to her. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of how she’d fallen for the charms of such a wolf. She could never return to this creek that had given her so many happy hours of peace and pleasure before Aiden came along. It was tainted now by the wolf in sheep’s clothing. It was officially dubbed Wolf Creek in her mind and would remain so forever.

Chapter 1 I wiped the sweat from my forehead as I hiked up the steep trail, my backpack heavy on my shoulders from the overnight gear. I'm Sarah Jenkins, twenty-eight, out here in the national park for a solo camping trip to clear my head after a bad breakup. The sun beat down hard, making my tank top stick to my skin, and my shorts rode up with every step. I had been walking for hours, enjoying the quiet, but now the path got narrower, the trees closing in thicker.

"We just need your blood, your healing gift, and..." She pointed in the direction of Moon Lake. "That sacred land." "Sarah, what are you trying to say?" "What I'm saying is—" She took a deep breath, a cruel smile spreading across her face. "Gavin and I got together a month after Damien’s funeral." My heart stopped. "Seven years ago, while you were here living out your little Luna fantasy, we were in the North, enjoying a real love. A real partnership." "He said his wolf craved me. That only I could give him true comfort." Sarah's voice was disgustingly sweet. "Oh, and I almost forgot to tell you—"

"Because I needed to understand the woman who'd destroyed her. The woman who'd stolen her face." What the hell? I leaned closer to the door, my heart starting to pound. I shouldn't be eavesdropping. This was a private conversation. But something in the tone, in the words I was catching, made me stay. "Sarah Blackwell. My first love. My obsession." My blood ran cold. Richard had been obsessed with the girl whose face Sienna now wore? That couldn't be right. He'd only been fifteen when they met. When had he even known this Sarah person?

As we passed Mason, he called out something about calling him sometime, but I ignored him completely. Outside, the cool night air seemed to clear some of the tension from Sarah's shoulders. "Do you want to talk about what happened with Lucas?" I asked gently as we walked toward my car. Sarah shook her head. "Not tonight. I just want to go somewhere I can forget about entitled Alphas and their ridiculous expectations." "My place it is, then," I said with a smile. "I have ice cream in the freezer and that terrible werewolf romance movie you love." "The one where the rogue wolf kidnaps his mate and she falls in love with him anyway?" Sarah asked, a small smile appearing despite her sadness.