Rebecca Thorne Books Novels & Stories

It was a fortress again, shining under the sun. I sat at the mahogany desk in the study—Julian’s study, though he now insisted we share it. I was reviewing grant applications for the newly expanded Thorne Library Foundation. I was wearing a cream-colored silk blouse and tailored trousers. The cardigan-wearing librarian was gone. In her place was Mrs. Vivian Thorne, a woman who commanded respect in boardrooms and charity galas alike. The door opened, and Julian walked in.

“She wants you, Damien. Badly. I told her she can have you… while I watch.” Damien’s cock twitched. “You’re really willing to share me with her?” Selene smiled wickedly. “I want to see you destroy her pussy the way you destroy mine.” Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. Rebecca stepped inside wearing a short black dress that hugged her full curves. Her cheeks were flushed, and her nipples were already hard against the fabric. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Rebecca whispered as Selene closed the door behind her.

And I wondered if she was even aware of what Luke was playing at. It may have been the alcohol, but everything that the man seemed to do was downright sensual and very inviting. And I slowly, I was falling for that charm. Never once in my wildest dream did I ever think I would look at a man with blonde hair and want to bed him right there and then. But then Luke… “I can assure you, Miss Brown…” Rebecca, the blonde with red lips and hazel eyes said with a dazzling smile. “I am not a reader myself but when that book came out, I just had to get myself a copy.” She countered, and I forced a smile.

"You thought you could win? I just found the original files on our old home computer. Silas, she didn't build this empire. She stole it from me while I was away!" Silas looked at the flash drive, then at me. I could see the doubt returning to his eyes. "Rebecca?" he asked. "Is that true?" I didn't answer. I just looked at the file on my desk. But then, I noticed something. Seraphina wasn't just holding a flash drive. She was wearing a necklace, a very specific gold locket that had gone missing from my room the night of the accident. The locket didn't just hold a photo. It held the key to the Vane basement.

“Go on.” He walked to the console, pulled up another set of files, Jace’s encrypted correspondence. All copied. All monitored. None known to either Damon or Marcus. “Jace has been laying the groundwork for months,” he said. “He isn’t interested in running Thorne like Damon. He’s interested in remaking it, smaller, leaner, dirtier. Under foreign shelter.” “Selling it?” “Pieces of it. To buyers Roe wouldn’t even consider.” My stomach dropped.

THORNE FAMILY SILENT AS PROBE DEEPENS It got worse there. People who had once adored the mysterious Thorne bride now turned feral, tearing her apart in comments, threads, and random T*****r rants. “I heard she used to party at underground clubs. I’m not surprised she snapped.” “Rich girl gets bored and decides to kill a councilman? Makes sense.” “Roman Thorne always looked like trouble. Maybe she’s just like him.” “Someone said she was seen arguing with Harrow weeks before the gala.”

The finality of Julian Thorne’s death brought a strange, heavy stillness to the Scriptorium. For the first time in three generations, there was no Thorne plotting in a tower and no Vane hiding in a basement. The "Black Ledger" was a closed volume, and the "Living Script" had become the oxygen of a new global economy. But for Thomas, the silence wasn't empty it was vibrating.

She replied sharply, “I need the reward you promised me, after all you are a man of principle.” He tilted his head at the refusal, before shaking his head with a low laugh as he watched her with the interest one would give to a talking corpse. “One wish little thief, choose wisely.” “I need the codes to the safe on the west wing.” Reena ended, placing all her stakes in this game and hoping not to crash and burn. Throwing his head back, the Thorne let out a maniacal laugh that echoed around the room as a sudden wind blew in, further chilling the air.

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. Till There Was You (The Thorntons Book 6) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief

The two of them stood together in the elegant living room, one cold and noble, the other soft and radiant, as if they were the pair meant to appear together in public, to move through wealth and influence side by side. Rebecca had been erased completely. Yet she only stood where she was. Not even the suggestion that her husband might take his first love to an event meant for husband and wife brought hurt to her face. She inclined her head slightly, her posture elegant, faultless by every rule of a great family. Looking at Vance, she smiled with gentle propriety. “Of course. If Miss Thorne is assisting with the business engagement, I can return with peace of mind.” Her voice was warm, measure