Rachel Hawkins Books Novels & Stories

, Rachel grunts. I want to say "Why", but I don't want to risk sounding like a creep so I whatever her and go back to going through the rest of the shelf even though I'd done that a thousand times before. I drag my hands across the spines of the books; Kara Taylor's Prep School Confidential, Carol Wyer's The Secret Admirer, and Megan Goldin's The Night Swim. You would be subtle to call Rachel a crime-thriller addict - she's more of a crime freak. The Night Swim. There is a piece of paper sticking out of it. I pull it out of the book. Something is scribbled across it in Rachel's handwriting.

Chapter 62 Author’s Pov Rachel had never been one to back away from a challenge, but lately, her mind had been consumed with more than just business. The world had always seemed clear to her, but now, her powers,her ability to see people’s desires and understand their deepest thoughts,had become sharper, more defined. She no longer had to guess at what people wanted. It was like stepping into their minds, understanding their needs before they even spoke them. And with every new revelation, every new insight, it felt as though she was gaining more control over the world around her.

Honestly, her voice is nauseating but with a tight smile I reply, “It’s certainly an interesting evening.” Then I look at Rachel. She is attractive. More so then the other she-wolves I’ve had dinner with over the last two weeks. Maybe because she is a thinner version of Rebel, except for the hair. Hers is a dark brown, where Rebel’s is black with some red in it. They have to be related, but I don’t remember Harris and Jules having another daughter. As far as I know, he only had Rachel. If Rebel is related to Rachel, then why would Harris have her living in the attic? “Alpha would you like some tea or coffee? I can have the omegas prepare some for you.” Rachel asks, her voice too sugary. “I’m

Rachel had never held my lover in great esteem. She had been the one who had formulated a plan to help me flee from him too. She sensed that I was perturbed even though I had initially pretended to be happy. * Rachel was an environmentalist now and very well renowned for her views and her work in saving the rain forests. But she made time to talk to me, to look at the children and generally made me feel good. “How is your macho husband?” Rachel had asked me earlier that day as she prepared to board the flight to Oslo where she was making a presentation. She was at the airport, flying out of South Africa but she had not wanted to miss our daily conversations.

If I need companionship, I should just get a dog. “Hiking Machu Pichu. Attending Carnivale in Rio de Janeiro. Cliff-diving at Maunawili Falls. Backpacking in Europe.” Rachel closed the folder and set it on the table beside her, swiveling her plush leather chair towards Caitlyn. “And an MD/PhD in Molecular Genomics.” Uncertain what she was supposed to say, Caitlyn lifted one shoulder in a slight shrug and nodded. “For as quiet of a woman as you are, you’re quite an adventurer.”

"I remember calling for Ethan. My baby was down the hall in the nursery. I could hear him crying sometimes. I wanted to hold him one more time. To tell him I loved him. To promise I'd protect him. But I was too weak. Too close to death." "So I prayed. I begged God or the universe or whatever was listening. 'Let me come back. Let me protect my baby. Let me have a second chance.' Those were my last conscious thoughts as Rachel Hart." "Then nothing. Darkness. Void. Death." "Until I woke up. But not in Rachel's body. That body was dead. Cremated. Gone. I woke up in Raven Craslow's body. A woman I'd never met. A stranger whose life I was about to steal."

Or had there been a struggle? Rachel stepped past him, carefully avoiding a collection of discarded shoes and a stack of books with titles like The Tao of Meow and The Heart of Yoga. She crossed to the window and touched the collage of wilting plants on the sill. Shadows bruised her face, deepening her high cheekbones, making her look small and haunted. Not liking the effect, he switched on the light in the breakfast nook. He watched her gaze roam over the room, her eyes narrowed and troubled. It amazed him that the two women were related. They’d lived through the same experiences, suffered the same losses and fears, yet were black and white, as opposite as two people could be. Rachel was th

Andrea smiled despite herself. The woman held out one of the cups. “Coffee peace offering?” “Oh, thank you.” “I’m Rachel.” She pointed toward the middle row of desks. “I sit over there, which unfortunately means I hear Harrington complain about spreadsheets at least four times a day.” Andrea laughed softly for the first time that morning. Rachel leaned against the edge of the desk slightly. “First day?” “Is it that obvious?” “You’ve reread the same slide six times.” Andrea groaned quietly. “Was it that obvious too?”

I stroked my curls gently, glancing at the clock on the wall to see it was 10:27pm. How time quickly flies.I stared back at the cheque. Jake... what’s your secret?.What’s that secret that you can’t tell me?.Are you scared that I am going to find out? or are you trying to taunt me?I stood up, walking to the window. I stared down at the streets. The lightings illuminating everywhere, making it appear so beautiful.Who are you, Jake?.How are you able to manage a double lifestyle without getting caught?.Why do you know too much about me?.Why are you being nice to me and for what reason?.You claim to know me, yet you aren’t scared of my family’s name. People trembled at my feet at the mention of m

I'm going to start working on rewriting Reid's book first. Just like book one (A Broken Alpha), Reid's book is in desperate need of some serious work. Follow me on my f a c e b o o k author page for updates on Harris's book, and the rewrite on Reid's book. It's under my pen name, Abigail Phillips, the profile picture is A Broken Alpha's cover. Books in timeline order, 1) Noah, an Omega's story 2) A Broken Alpha 3) Claudius, a Delta's Fight for Love