Marlowe Sienna Novels & Stories

ADRIAN The honeymoon was supposed to be two weeks in Greece but on day three Emma got a call from Maya that changed everything. "Corso's wife filed for divorce," Maya said over speakerphone. "And she's alleging that he used marital funds to finance his vendetta against you." Emma and I looked at each other across the breakfast table at our hotel. "That's helpful for us, right?" Emma asked. "Very helpful," Maya said. "Because if she can prove it, Corso's going to have bigger problems than your defamation case."

Sienna’s voice drifted over me, as smooth and dangerous as a silk garrote tightening around my throat. ​She crawled toward me across the vast expanse of the mattress, her movements feline, deliberate, and entirely predatory. She was wearing nothing now, her pale, porcelain skin glowing like polished marble in the low, amber light. She settled herself directly behind me, her chest pressing against my scarred back, her slender arms winding around my neck in a mock embrace. Her jasmine perfume was a violent assault on my senses, a floral fog that tried to choke out the ghost of the salt air I had just breathed in.

Sienna’s friendliness still felt like silk hiding barbed wire. She wondered how she didn't notice the last time. How Sienna was sweet—too sweet —she was actually pushing her towards Ethan. She said they'd make a great couple. How did she even allow herself to be fooled? She was naive as Elara—a mistake she wouldn't make as Amara “Meeting her is a risk,” Kaylee warned, reading over her shoulder. “That’s why I do it,” Amara replied. “Every move is information.” ---------- The restaurant Sienna chose clung to a hillside above the Pacific, glass walls giving the illusion of floating over water. Sienna arrived exactly on time, wrapped in ivory linen, a diamond at her throat catching every shaft o

“All right, everyone! Since we're trying to be quick here. The results are in.” The hall went dead quiet. Sienna glared at me, mouthing, "we'll see," before walking to another corner. Mrs Elena started reading. “Main female lead, Sienna Fontaine.” No surprises there. Sienna’s smug little smile returned instantly, eyeing me as if saying 'beat that'. “Second female lead…Aria Steele.” The silence shattered as whispers immediately erupted. Shocked glances were instantly thrown my way and I just smiled sweetly in response.

"It's also close to the sign for *grow.* People confuse them all the time." Something moved behind his eyes that she didn't have a word for yet, and for a moment neither of them said anything at all, and the kitchen held that silence the way it held everything else — total, complete, hers. There was a soft double-knock at the kitchen door. Marisol stood in the frame, a folded square of paper held flat against her palm, angled so only Josie could see it, her face doing something careful and frightened that Josie's whole body understood before her mind caught up. Josie crossed the room and took it. She unfolded it once. Your sister was here Tuesday. She took something from your husband's safe.

If Bronisław caught me in here, I wouldn't just lose my contract or my position; I’d end up at the bottom of the Vistula River, or quietly erased into a corporate cell where nobody would ever hear from me again. But Sienna was out there in Zakopane, risking her heart, her professional ethics, and her entire career trying to heal Jaxson Cole. She was completely blind to the snake pit she was walking through. She believed in the integrity of the firm, in the oath she took as a healer. I couldn't let her fall into Bronisław's trap. I had to find the proof. I had to tear down the illusion before it destroyed them both. I crept quietly behind the massive, hand-carved executive desk, my eyes adjus

I have known since childhood that, within the pack, I'm supposed to give way to my older sister, Sienna Larke, in everything. It's solely because Sienna once shielded our father, Silas Larke, from a rogue's attack. She spent three days and three nights in the healer's hut, fighting for her life. From then on, she became the most revered person in our entire pack. Every time Dad returns to the pack with gold, silver, and gems, I never even get the chance to touch them. Every single piece is delivered straight to Sienna's princess-themed room without exception. In fact, Dad never seems to think it's enough. He'll always smile kindly at her and say, "Sienna, I'll bring you something even

"Just drink your tea and look like you're thinking about your lines." "I can't help it," I said. "They’re staring. I can feel their eyes on the back of my neck." In the middle of the lounge, Sienna was leaning against a velvet sofa. She looked like a shiny new coin. She was wearing a dress that cost more than a car, and she was laughing loudly. Marcus was standing right behind her, his hand resting on the back of the sofa. He looked like a king, and Sienna looked like his new favorite pet.

I drove to Maren's with mascara on my chin and a speech ready about what an absolute waste of human skin Tyler Beckett is and I didn't knock because I never knock, we've been best friends for eleven years, I have a key, I use it, that's the deal. I use it. I open the door. And I stop so completely that my hand is still on the doorknob. Maren is on the couch. Naked. Head dropped back, one hand working her breast, the other wrapped around the most beautiful, thick, flushed cock I have ever seen in my life, stroking slow and lazy, and her lips are parted and she's breathing in these soft broken little sounds and she's saying a name. My name. "Sienna," she breathes. "God, Sienna, just like that.

"Sienna, don't drink too much. Your stomach is sensitive." The moment Sienna saw me, surprise flashed across her face. Then she turned to the crowd, excited. "See? I told you I could make my boyfriend come over right away." She smiled proudly and added, "And he's generous. Even if I drink with another man like this, he won't get mad." So that was it. Sienna had made a bet with them. She had lost, so she wanted me to stand there and watch her drink intimately with another man.