Melinda Leigh Books Novels & Stories

Looking around, she said, “The place is packed tonight. I guess I am not the only one who had a long week.” Nora removed her handbag from the chair next to her to indicate that Melanie was welcome at our table. “Melanie, do you remember Esmerelda? She’s one of our top investigators.” I nodded my greeting to my former secretary as I shifted beneath the steely study of her piercing green eyes. Her inspection reminded me of my grade school principal who was forever complaining to my parents about my wild and untamed coif being a distraction to the other students. Of course, my parents simply smiled and said that they’d contain it in a braid or bun while calling the principal inappropriat

The girls looked very unfamiliar and I didn't know them. However, they dress very sexy. "It's Gina!" Melinda said sarcastically. "It's unbelievable, isn't it? She built a team in such a short time and went back to showbiz!" I frowned and said, "Where did she find so many girls of the same age?" "I don't know, but I think she was just unwilling to be banned. That's why she returned to showbiz by becoming a manager. Watch out for her from now on. I have a feeling. She's targeting you," Melinda said, worried.

MELISSA'S POV I climbed down the stairs yawning from tiredness. I didn't go to bed on time last night because I couldn't stop watching the late night fashion show displaying. I loved the way they all dressed and spoke eloquently. I really want to be like that, go to school and be able to speak that way. I would talk to Asher about it, maybe he would get me a teacher so I could able to read and write. The little knowledge I have, I learnt from princess Melissa's books which helped me to understand most of human language.

The silence between them stretched until they reached the sliding glass doors at the entrance. That’s when Diana finally spoke, her voice low but cutting. “What went wrong, Mel?” Melinda blinked, frowning. “What do you mean?” Diana turned to face her fully, arms crossing. “You’re not the Melinda I used to know. Back then, you were fearless. You didn’t care who judged you. We’d sneak into nightclubs, ride roller coasters until we almost puked, and take midnight drives just to watch the sunrise. You laughed more. You were free.” Her gaze narrowed. “Now look at you. Playing it safe. Restraining yourself. Acting ‘perfect’ just to keep your girlfriend comfortable.”

I know because I watched him throughout breakfast. "You sure?" Leigh closes her book and set it on her lap. I glance at the cover. It's a collection of fairy tales, complete with colorful pictures. Wow. Did she snag herself a children's book from Willow or something? "Is there anything that might suggest I'm not?" "Hmm. You've been smiling to yourself all day, that's what. You got laid or something?"