Preston Book Novels & Stories

I opened my mouth to argue with her when I heard a voice call my name. “Kendra.” My heart skipped a beat at the sound of my name within his British accent. I spun around to see Preston approaching me. He was wearing his usual skinny jeans topped with a pale green, button up shirt adorned with dark green palm leaves that was only halfway buttoned. Sunglasses sat atop his head as his hair swooped up before falling down around his face. He stepped toward me as I stood in shock at

This is the first series of a book, it has to be spazzy! - Do you know what I love about series, you get to have a better experience with the characters and watch them grow. It's the same here. It's gonna be a series with five books. RP, Building Prestoria, Ruling Prestoria... Watch out for them. -The romance in RP is sweet and mild because they are two young kids who are completely unexperienced. But as time goes on, they'll learn the ways of the world and romance will steam up and increase, like in every book, just the way you like it.

Preston says. “Of course, that’s fine,” Matthew says, showing us to the sliding back door of the house. Preston walks to the center of the backyard and sits down, legs crossed, and he closes his eyes and breathes deeply. Artis and I walk around the backyard trying to sniff out any scents that don’t belong here. After what seems like hours, Preston gets up off the ground and I can see that his eyes are glowing green. “Preston, calm down. What did you find?” Artis asks.

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

“Then let’s just sleep. No pressure.” That’s Preston. Thoughtful. The kind of man who doesn’t demand more than I can give. And yet guilt coils tight in my stomach. Because even here, wrapped in safety, I’m still chasing the ghost of someone else. In the morning, the world is frost-bright. The cabin smells of coffee and cinnamon; Preston has somehow scavenged cinnamon rolls from a bakery on the way up and reheated them in the oven. “Breakfast of champions,” he declares, setting a plate in front of me with a theatrical bow.

Preston said. "So she's Dragonkin?" I asked him. "Yeah, they all are, Carson weeds out the humans," he said. "How do you know all this?" Jax asked him. "I might have been seeing one of his girls on the sly," Preston said and I laughed. "Why?" I asked him. He was a good looking guy he didn't need to sneak around to get a girl. "Call it a recon mission of sorts," he said and Rev shook his head. "Asshole," he said and Preston laughed.

he replies, grinning widely, “I cleared it with Preston himself. I wanted to show you the meeting place of the Lady and the poet.” The chamber is stunning. It is a small space, but elegant. There is an enormous bed in one corner, piled high with sumptuous silks and firs. A painting that I don’t recognize by name, but I am fairly sure is a Van Gogh, hangs in the corner. A bookshelf is filled with leather bound volumes of the classics. Dickens, Twain and Bronte all nestled together. “They are all first editions,” my husband tells me before I can ask, “Signed by the authors themselves. And no, we aren’t allowed to touch them. I tried, but they are just too valuable for me to convince Preston n