Mara Jade Books Novels & Stories

’ Tarik snark. ‘Are you trying to call me a poet?’ ‘Poet. Good. Good for mate. Mate worthy. Too precious, priceless,’ he uttered, and I couldn’t have agreed more. “You make me feel seen,” Jade whispers, blinking away more tears. “I’ve never,” she wipes at the fresh tears staining her cheeks. “I’ve never felt that way. Seen. It’s like for the first time, someone finally sees me. Just me. Not me, who was my parents' second daughter that they didn’t want. Or me, who had to fill in the role of Luna and provide an heir. Or me, who was Arya’s little sister but 'ME'. It feels weird to finally have someone who sees me as 'ME'. As Jade, the little girl who just wanted to be seen, to feel special to s

Then, finally, he said, “There’s someone you should meet.” The contact’s name was Mara, a silver-haired fox shifter with a cybernetic arm and a laugh like shattered glass. She had once been a doctor, Luka explained, until she got too close to the wrong people. Now she treated wounded rogues and occasionally sold intel to the highest bidder. Mara lived deeper in the tunnels, in a room lit by bioluminescent mushrooms and vintage string lights. It looked like a garden grown from madness. “You’re the Hart girl,” she said when Riley stepped in. “You smell like secrets and trouble.”

I ask. “Yeah, I am part of Alpha Jackson’s pack but since they run both packs as one anyone can cross back and forth whenever,” Alaynia answered. “Do you know who their mate is?” Zavian asked. “No, but I have heard she is some fucking hybrid.” She replied. “Her name is Emerald and yes she is a hybrid.” Scott answers. I feel her body stiffen, and I swear her body temperature rises as she jumps up from my lap. She is pissed, and I am not sure why.

The air vibrated with the sound, the packhouse's distant hum seeming to amplify it, as if the very structure celebrated with them. Yet, amid the jubilation, a discordant note lingered. Mara, positioned at the glade's southern edge, crossed her arms over her chest, her moss-green cloak blending seamlessly with the shadows. Her green eyes, sharp as emerald daggers, flashed with doubt, reflecting the moonlight like polished stones. At twenty-one, Mara was a beta through and through—her lithe, wiry frame built for speed and agility, her blonde hair braided tightly back to reveal a face of striking angles: high cheekbones, a determined jaw, and that faint scar across her eyebrow, a reminder of a

Published the following autumn under the title: The Carrying: Thirty Years of Keeping a Secret That Was Not Entirely Mine. On the publication evening, Mara and Sena sat in the manor kitchen with tea going cold, and the estate was quiet outside, and the book was in the world. "Are you glad?" Mara said. "Yes," Sena said. "Both of them now. Both books. He can be known. And the cost of the keeping can be known. And neither of them is alone in the record anymore." Mara held her cup. She thought about the wooden box on the study shelf. She thought: no. Not alone anymore.

Without these, I won't remember her face. 'Your living mate is her copy. Don't forget.' "They were mine to do with as I pleased." I bit back. His fists balled at his sides. Green eyes glowed but his voice was calm. "I kept her horse. She has a stable at the back. Far enough away that I don't have to see her but close enough that I know she is there. Always watching. I wanted Alvara to ride her but I couldn't bring myself to give her the damn horse," Maverick said, swiping at his eyes. My own burned. "Ozias sectioned off a piece of the library for her. Every book she has ever touched lines the glass covered shelves. Even the first additions he so loved is untouchable," Maverick looked towards

My pendant grew hot against my skin, nearly burning. "What's happening?" I gasped, trying to step off the platform, but an invisible barrier held me in place. Elena backed away, her expression grim. "The only thing that can save you now. I'm sorry, Daisy, but it's time for Star to wake up." A searing pain shot through my chest, radiating outward until every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. I screamed, clutching at my pendant as it burned brighter. What was going on, and why is someone calling me Marabelle, not Daisy? Its like these memories aren’t mine but yet they are.

ee/marielavender1 Other Books by Marie Lavender: (available on multiple booksellers) General Romance Second Chance Heart The Missing Piece Directions of the Heart (collection) Phenomenal Touch (series starter boxed set) The Magick Series Magick &Moonlight A Little Magick Magick Sunrise (coming soon) Heiresses in Love Series Upon Your Return Upon Your Honor (coming soon) Upon Your Love (coming soon) Blood at First Sight Series Second Nature Blood Instincts The Bloodseer Legacy (coming soon) Code of Endhivar Series Blue Vision Out of This World (coming soon) True Blue (coming soon) The Misfits Series Chasing Ginger Sharon's Dirty Little Secret (coming soon)

Jacek It's been a full day since I've seen Mariah. My wolf feels it before I do—restless, prowling the edges of my mind like static that won't quiet. He wants her near. Her scent. Her voice. The kind of stillness she carries without meaning to. I'd heard stories about bonds like this—rare, feral things that strip logic down to bone. I never thought I'd end up inside one. When I step out of my room, Cassian's already up—black T-shirt, worn jeans, a homemade protein shake in hand.

I punched the bridge of my nose and rubbed my temples, telling the stress that had chained me to release me from it's shackles. Jade's turn and she told a story that had already been written by some author known as Godwin Hosanna Aga. The book was named in the deep and it was about some girl named Hephzibah and it was pretty interesting and scary the way my baby sister had told it with a touch light under her chin, illuminating her face and weird canines. "And that is, in the deep!" Jade screamed, stomping her feet on the floor and howling like a wolf.