Novel By Carl Hiaasen Novels & Stories

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

The horse slowly continued down the road, sensing that something isn`t right. When they reached the hill, the merchant knew exactly what it was. The remains of camp or a battle, he wasn`t sure…nor did he wanted to know. He turned, mounted his horse and went into the other direction. The Long Road, they call it. It certainly earned that name. Somewhere high above him, on rocky edge, hidden among two sides of the mountain stood an inn, old and freshly repaired, but still it was an inn. He hurried his horse. The inn was large, it had three of four floors, he couldn’t tell. It was getting larger and larger with each passing feet. He dismounted. Two large, but rundown, wooden doors loomed over hi

"I don’t know who you are anymore. Stop writing." She never did. She just stopped expecting a reply. The bus rolled up in a cloud of diesel smoke. Meekey stepped on and dropped into a seat in the back. She hugged the plastic bag to her chest and stared out the window, past towns that blurred together—liquor stores, gas stations, families walking hand in hand. Her stomach twisted. She hadn’t had a real meal in two days. She hadn’t had a real plan in even longer. But she had a name. And she still had her silence. She’d kept the secrets, protected the ones who should’ve protected her. Now, maybe it was time they returned the favor.

He has thick dirty blonde hair and those blue eyes that make me question everything, and his voice…God, every time he speaks, my pussy slicks up regardless of location and audience. Fuck audience, my body knows it should be under my step brother even if my brain says otherwise. I look over my shoulder and then bend over to write the new thought that has been plaguing me since he arrived from New Jersey last night. I need to write the things no one should ever see in my diary. Things no good girl should ever think of during a fun family time. Everyone else is busy playing with snow and decorating the outside of our home while I'm…busy. They have no idea the pictures I draw in my head and the

Elise spend her time in the orphanage creating a plan and she admit that she’s taking her time but his appearance brought panicked to Elise, she needed to get her grief, it’s a real thing but her trembling never subsides The target is harmless for now but she never knows where he will strike. Elise's mind quickly thinks of methods but her nervousness is getting in the way. She wanted to curse right and then she noticed Alicia, the protagonist who experienced the abuse. Elise carefully opens her memory. The author write how Zachary hates dumb children. He hated them to the bones that made Elise suffered while reading the book and almost got nightmare after the detailed torture of the children