Riley Thorn Book 5 Novels & Stories

Reaching for it, one thorn glided along the back of my forefinger, drawing a long searing burn, creating a long slit on my skin. I winced, the card pressed between my fingers, nursing the half-inch cut the thorn made. How can one thorn make my skin bleed this much? How can one man create this massive chaos in my life? Turning my perfect fairytale ride with Evan to a train of terror and dark tunnel. Rylee moved in haste at seeing the ruby-coloured drops on the paper scattered on the ebony desk. She disappeared through the bathroom and came out with the first aid kit, holding my hand in hers delicately. She didn’t utter a word and started tending to my cut.

Streak s of small wounds were painted at their faces as well us huffling breath of exhaustion were audibly heard-gushing in and out from their mouths and nostrils. Indeed if this madness will continue, he won't have any more vim to fight the other participants. At this case, Alpha Rion's son would also have a least chance of winning. Reize can't barely keep up the gradually changing pace of Ruvillous. If... he won't win, It might be a regretful lost to me too.

the morning I left the hotel: “I just fucked a stranger so hard I forgot my own name. Send help.” Lol. She answered on the first ring. “Thorne. Finally.” “I need a favor.” “Anything.” “I need… touch. Without expectations. Without running.” A pause. Then her voice softened. “Come over this weekend. I’ve got someone I trust. We’ll go slow. You set every boundary.” I arrived Saturday evening with shaking hands and a bottle of wine I didn’t plan to drink. Riley’s apartment was warm—candles, soft music, low lights. She hugged me tight, then introduced me to Simone.

The golden rain of the Accountant’s dissolution had barely touched the soil of Port Trinity before the air grew heavy with a new, static charge. On the pier, Hope Thorne clutched the copper rings and the London book, her eyes fixed on the ridge where the silhouettes of Julian and Clara had just vanished into the morning mist.

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. Someone to Watch Over Me (The Thorntons Book 5) 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

I'd deal with what it meant later, when the twins were safe and the sixty days were intact and I could afford to do something about Selene Voss without it becoming a larger fire than I had hands to put out. We went back to the living room. Grayson had surrendered completely to the block tower project and was accepting structural critiques from Hunter with the dignity of a man who had decided that losing gracefully was a skill worth practicing. I heard Riley before I saw her — a small sound from the direction of the kitchen, quickly suppressed. I turned. She was watching Grayson and Hunter with the expression she got when something was too much and she was holding it by the very edge. I didn'

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.

A strange, powerful energy seemed to hum around her. She didn’t know she had crossed into Thorn Pack territory – forbidden land for humans. A low growl echoed from the shadows. Riley froze. Before she could scream, a massive figure appeared in front of her. Strong hands grabbed her roughly, slamming her against a tree. Pain exploded in her head as something hard hit her temple. Everything went black. ******** Riley’s head throbbed as she slowly regained consciousness. The room was luxurious but unfamiliar — dark wood furniture, soft lighting, and the faint scent of pine and something masculine. She sat up quickly, only to wince at the sharp pain in her temple.

The gutteral throttle of a motorbike approaching. The bike pulls up in front of me. He takes his helmet off. Bad medicine is playing in my head again. I walk towards him and he doesn't get off. He gestures to the back of his bike. "Not so fast, we need to talk about this" I say placing my hands on his chest. I hear a a slight snarl "Get on". I went to argue but I see Thorne walking out the club. I jump on the back of the lycan kings bike. Janice throws me my phone. "I will let you know where we are" Thorne's eyes lock on me and he charges towards us. I slap the lycans back "GO!" and we take off.

two fugitives bound by a ring and a dead man’s blessing. As we scrambled through the backyard, the cream lace—my wedding dress—snagged on a jagged thicket of thorns. I didn't stop. I pulled with everything I had, the sound of the fabric ripping echoing like a scream in the quiet of the old man's backyard. A long, jagged strip stayed behind, dancing on the thorns like a ghost. I didn't know why, but the sound felt like an omen. The 'legal shield' hadn't even lasted an hour before it was torn to shreds." As we hit the main road, the briefcase felt like a lead weight between us. We weren't just running for our lives anymore. We were running with the only evidence that could take the enemies dow