New Suspense Books Novels & Stories

And thank you for loving our characters as much as I do. Do forget to keep supporting with your comments, reviews, and gems. Love y'all. With deepest gratitude and appreciation, Ed Sundersen. * * * WHAT'S NEXT? RUTHLESS RETRIBUTION—BOOK 2 of the RUTHLESS MAFIA SERIES, [Enzo and Lucretia's story]. I think Enzo and Lucretia deserve their own story. What do you think? WATCH OUT FOR BOOK 2!!!

"What do you have in mind?" "How about you take me out to see the wonders of Italy and then we'll stop over to buy some mags?" I shrugged. Truth was, I didn’t give two fucks about the magazines. I could look for shades and designs on the internet just fine, but I needed to go out anyway. I was going to die in boredom in this place. The ambiance here isn’t really the NEtflix-and-Chill kind of cozy. It was not home. "Like a date?" he smirked, amusement filled his eyes as he took in the new energy of mine. I personally didn’t even know where the shit came from. All I know is that I woke up today without the need and desire to murder someone.

Instead, he replied with actual books I’ve read before in my first life that he firmly hated. “‘Darkness Within’ is my first recommendation. Absolutely amazing. ‘Death, are you real?’ is also good, as well as ‘The Next Morning’. Those three are my best picks.” I blinked several times, visibly surprised. Earlier events completely shoved to the side as this new discovery of Cassius Silverton reading thriller books had me utterly nonplussed.

Suzanne popped another juicy piece of fruit into her mouth and mumbled, "Aren't you busy?" Ignoring her question, Nathan asked, "What book are you reading?" Suzanne picked up the book and showed it to him. "I randomly picked up a suspense novel. It's quite interesting." Nathan took the book, glanced at the title and synopsis, then casually placed it back on the table, his interest seemingly waning. After eating a few more pieces of fruit, Suzanne put down her fork and reached for her book. Suddenly, Nathan grasped her hand. Startled, Suzanne turned to look at him, her heart racing and cheeks flushing.

The day had been long and tiring, full of unexpected events. I bent over to set the alarm for tomorrow and reached for my book. I have been engrossed in a collection of traditional fairytales with a mafia spin. They were captivating, and I cherished the quiet moments when I could indulge in reading them. Stephanie Swann was one of my favourite authors, and I loved the worlds she created in her books, especially the morally ambiguous male characters and fierce female leads. After devouring three chapters, I glanced at the clock and sighed in disappointment, realizing I would have to wait until tomorrow to read more.

Hey guys So I have bn super duper busy with the Satan Snipers MC 7th book. and I am so excited to let you all know I will be releasing small sneak peak of book 7 the end of November. So if you guys haven't already signed up to my blog then please do. I also would like to remind you that Siennas book will be up next and after that I will be focusing on finishing How to catch a mate and publishing some other books. the people who are waiting for the mafia series, good news (it shall be on Goodnovels pretty soon)

“No doubt.” “What about those two small FedEx boxes?” “Most recent novels from Samhain Horror.” “Awesome. Those books I bought at the Webb County Library sale last week?” “Sorted into general and mystery fiction. Struck the mother lode with all those Mary Higgins Clark novels.” “We cater to all tastes, miss. Unless you like Twilight, 50 Shades of Gray or James Patterson. Folks want drivel, they can drive to Utica.” “Hey. I actually liked Twilight. It wasn’t all bad.”

#Romance #Thrilling #Suspense #Action #Dramas This is going to be the best of best so don't miss any part. @Authoress Ricky Be expecting this next week readers. I love you all💓💓 Here is a blurb about the book

Susan finished reading a newspaper as she sat on her sofa by the window in her room upstairs, then she kept it aside, and moved to pick up a novel by her bedside table. She returned to the sofa, opened the page where she had stopped last night, and kept on reading. Reading novels, Susan discovered, was perfect for distraction. It took her mind off recent happenings, of her world, and took her to a world of her own. In her world of fantasy, she didn’t care what happened in her and without, especially the disturbance slowly stirring in High Town City (which the news, and the newspapers carried), and the great, uncontrollable urge to kill. She cared for nothing in this state actually, save for

The bookstore, once a haven of tranquility, had become the epicenter of a chilling mystery, and I was now on a relentless quest for answers. * I sat alone at the bar of the bookstore, the dim light casting long shadows on the shelves of books. I reached for my phone and dialed Clive’s number, needing a ride home. He reassured me that he was on his way. As I waited on the stool, a sudden vision washed over me. I found myself submerged in water, a relentless force pulling me deeper. Panic set in as I struggled against the mysterious figure determined to drown me. I strained to see the person’s face, only catching glimpses of dark hair and striking green doe eyes. Despite the fear, an inexplica