Rebecca Thorne Books Novels & Stories

"I received some interesting information this morning from Margaret Chen. You remember her? Alpha Chen's sister-in-law from the mediation?" Elena's stomach tightens. "What kind of information?" Victoria hands over her phone. The message thread is from a pack gossip group, the kind of informal network that exists between pack matriarchs across territories. Usually harmless social chatter about events and alliances. Today's topic is different. Did you all hear about Gabriel Thorne and his secretary? What about them? They're living together! My cousin's daughter works as a maid at the Thorne estate. Says Vanessa has her things all over the house now. Jacket in the foyer, perfume in his bathroom

Tormenting me. The cool breeze swept through the graveyard, soaking the rain into my dress, which clung to my legs. I felt like I was suffocating. There wasn’t enough space. There wasn’t enough oxygen. There wasn’t enough room for the living and the dead. A shuddering breath left me as fear rolled down my spine. I had never been scared, knowing my brothers would always be there to save me. But now I feared these demons were unbeatable. And the secrets Adrian left behind were punishable.

The file titled: "The Valerius Project." Dark Thorne thought the war was over because he had a ring on her finger. He didn't realize that Izaib Moreno was no longer a law student. She was a Thorne. And Thornes didn't just win wars.

But none of those things could bring back the mother who’d died too young, or the childhood that had never existed in the first place. “To us!” Megan Flannigan said as she raised her glass for a toast. The rest of the women raised their glasses, too, and Lizzie murmured in agreement. Around the table sat Sara Thornton, née Flannigan; her sister, Megan, who was engaged to Caleb Thornton; Abby Davison, Mark Thornton’s fiancée; and Jubilee Thornton. And then there was Lizzie, who was not engaged, or married, or at all attached, and she told herself she was quite content with being single right now.

He didn’t smirk. Didn’t tease. Just held me as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Then he placed the file in my hands. The name at the top sent a cold rush down my spine. THORNVEIL. My breath caught. He flipped the page, revealing scanned documents—birth records, royal announcements, photos, reports. Luna whispered in my mind, “This is about you.” My eyes moved slowly over the lines, absorbing the impossible truth. Queen Liora went into labor in a neighboring town…

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. The Very Thought of You (The Thorntons Book 2) 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 b

Thorne. Isn't this fantastic! My beast wants Will and my vamp wants Thorne. Thorne the man I loathe and Will the man I'm indifferent to. Both dominant. One caring, One not. Both of them excite and thrill me. One of them scares me and the other doesn't. I'm drawn to both of them. One bad, One good-ish.

The face and prestige of the Thorne family were known throughout the city and beyond. After enquiring at the reception, he was directed to Jessica Willows, who had been sent in in the early hours of the morning. Getting there, Ann was seated there, worry and concern etching every corner of her face. But they were both unfamiliar to themselves. Except that Ann recognized Liam Thorne of the Thornes. “... Excuse me. Is this the ward for Jessica Willows?” He asked firmly. “... Yes.” She replied curtly. Liam, without waiting another Second, swung the door open.

Hunter noticed that he looked deep in thought but that only lasted for a second because Rebecca went to take the rock next his. "How come you only have book 3 of The Mafia Family?" Rebecca was asking him. "No book 1 or 2." He chuckled. "Because that's the only book where their whole system is actually brought down." Rebecca nodded. "Interesting." "Which book did you pick?" "This one." She showed him the cover. "Not really a crime girl but it's all you got." "What do you like?" "Romance." "Why am I not surprised?" Rebecca laughed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Thorne's warning echoed in her head: the more you seek to understand, the more you lose what matters most. The librarian looked up as Shantali approached with her stack of books. "Find what you were looking for?" "More than I bargained for," Shantali muttered, then caught herself. "I mean, yes. Very helpful." "Dr. Thorne's work in particular tends to have that effect on people." The woman's eyes held a knowing glint as she scanned the books. "She was brilliant, but she paid a price for her obsessions. Died alone in that office of hers, surrounded by research on things that probably should have been left alone."