Maya Banks Novel Novels & Stories

He turned and walked back into the house, the glass door sliding shut with a heavy thud. Maya stood alone, the phone heavy in her hand. She scrolled through the banking app, the numbers blurring. She had the money. She had her phone. She had the safety she’d traded her soul for. But as she looked out over the estate, she realized the cage hadn't disappeared. It had just been gold-plated.

He likes my writing? He walked around the desk, closing the distance between us again. He looked at me with disdain, comparing me to the woman he thought wrote the book. "You could learn a lot from her," he said softly, looking deep into my eyes. "This author understands passion. She understands surrender. She writes with fire." He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers brushed my skin, sending a jolt of electricity down my spine. "Unlike you, Maya," he whispered. "You are just a terrified little girl pretending to know things she doesn't understand."

Maya picks up her pen, opens the bank app, and smiles. "Appropriate."

Or was it because you didn’t want him seeing you looking anything less than beautiful? “Whatever,” I mumbled low, grabbed my black leather bag, and walked out the door. My heels clicked softly on the floor as I left my bedroom. The moment I stepped into the lobby of Banks Holdings, Patra was the first to see me. She froze with a coffee cup halfway to her lips. Her mouth fell open like she had seen a long-lost friend. Her eyes moved slowly from the top of my head down to the soles of my shoes. “Maya,” she finally said, her voice warm and surprised. She set the cup down on the reception counter and reached for my hands, pulling me gently toward her. Her palms felt warm from holding the hot cup

"I... I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh, don't give me that total bullshit," Maya teased, a full-blown laugh bubbling out of her throat as she leaned her elbows on her knees, staring right into my panicked face. "The light in that hallway was blinding, sis. I saw a massive guy with dark hair and broad shoulders practically tearing your dress off your body. So tell me... when exactly did the neighborhood garage monkey even get disvirgined, let alone get down to fucking a mystery guy in a resort linen closet?"

Leo whispered, his eyes already heavy with sleep. "Love you more, Leo. Always," she whispered back, kissing his forehead before turning off the light. She walked out into the small living room, collapsing onto the old, sagging fabric couch. The apartment was entirely silent save for the distant hum of the city traffic outside. Maya buried her face in her hands, the sheer, crushing weight of her reality crashing down on her all at once. She was trapped between two monsters. On one side was Harrison Blake, a corporate predator threatening her family. On the other side was Julian Vance, a brilliant, terrifying billionaire who held her financial survival in his hands but viewed her with a cold,

MAYA'S POV Back in Iron Claw Pack, the first thing everyone looked out for was strength. If you didn't have it, on instinct, everyone treated you like you didn't exist. But here, ever since that tiff with Eli, I have been literally miserable. Now I'm back to reading. Thank the goddess that Caden brought books for me when he visited the last time. My finger turned the page and I burrowed deeper into the couch in the corner I'd made for myself in the library.

No blood debt. But who was standing beside her anyway. "Thank you," she said. "For what?" Marcus asked. "For believing me," Maya said. "When I did not even believe myself." The sun had finished setting. Night had come. And somewhere in the darkness, Catherine Wei was planning. Preparing. Building something that would make everything they had fought so far look small. But now Maya knew who she was hunting. Now she had a name. And she would not stop until Catherine Wei was stopped.

"Should I take the expressway or go through the financial district?" "The expressway," I replied, my voice sounding tight even to my own ears. "Let's get this over with." "Yes, sir." Marcus adjusted the wheel, turning the heavy car onto the ramp. My mind kept drifting back to the penthouse. To the kitchen counter. To the way Maya had looked at me when she asked if I was going to buy her off. She had looked small standing against that massive marble island, but her eyes had been entirely fierce. She wasn't like the board members I dealt with every day. She didn't want a larger slice of the pie; she wanted a guarantee that she wouldn't be erased.