Riley Thorn Series Novels & Stories

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

She was playing the game and she was playing it well and that made her the first interesting thing to happen to me in years because everyone else was either scared of me or trying to use me and she was both at the same time. I pulled up her file on my computer and read through it again even though I had already memorized every detail. Evangeline Marie Thorn born in Greenwich Connecticut to old money that stopped being money about fifteen years ago when her father made a series of investments that turned out to be spectacularly stupid and he lost everything except the house and the name. She married Daniel three years ago in a wedding that everyone knew was a business arrangement because her

“You run. Then shoot. Then run again.” Nightfall came heavy and fast. Inside the barn, Kael lit the central brazier, tossing in dried herbs that smelled like pine and smoke. He unrolled a map across the floor Hollow Creek, the town, the forest, the valley. “The Thorns have outposts here,” he said, pointing. “They’re not a pack. They’re a hive. Led by Saris Thorne.” Lyra added, “She was once a Pact matriarch. Broke her oath. Took followers. Said the Pact made us weak.”

“So you abandon the Hollow? Abandon us?” “I abandon nothing,” Thorne said, calm as stone. “But I will not squander my power on foolish haste. Rhea is not prey to be culled in the dark—she is the storm that breaks the sky. And I will know what waits at its heart.” Without another word, she turned, her steps echoing against the cavernous walls of the Hollow. The firelight licked her silhouette before swallowing it whole. She was gone, leaving her sisters to their venom. --- The night beyond the Hollow was vast, breathing, alive with the whisper of old trees. Thorne moved silently through the forest, her cloak trailing like spilled ink. The air was colder here, heavier, as if each step drew her

“You’ll like this one, darlin’. Girl finds her home when she least expects it.” Amara brushed the cover with her fingertips, feeling the world shift inside her chest. For the first time in weeks, she read without looking over her shoulder. For the first time in months, she breathed without fear clawing at her throat. She was still broken. Still lost. But maybe… just maybe… she wasn’t beyond saving. Rafael’s POV He saw her from the library window. Sitting there under the oak tree, bathed in sunlight, a book in her lap, her hair loose around her shoulders.

AURELIA'S P.O.V A month had passed since my last meeting with Thorne and my conversation with Celia. I was now sixteen weeks gone, and I couldn't wait to give birth. Sometimes I cherished being pregnant, being able to rub my belly affectionately knowing there was a life growing inside me, and besides, it also gave me an excuse to spend more time with Thorne, even though technically we didn't need one since we were together-ish. We'd been sneaking around for the past month, and even though it had been exciting, I couldn't help but grow nervous around Cooper in fear of him finding out my secret. What if he came across my texts with Thorne? What if he suspected something was going on? Just, wha

I try to take it out but it is stuck. I twist it and tug at it again a bit strongly than necessary. It comes out and goes fly out of my hand. Great. I am already finished with my work so I get down from the ladder and look for the book. I see black colored something under the chair and bend down to see if that is the book. I take it out to see what secrets this book holds that Rudra had to put it away like this. I have evil grin on my face as I get my hands on my new weapon to tease my husband but when I see the front title of book I am confused. It say, 'To make your spouse happy…..'

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

Kaelen’s POV The moment Thorne said those words the air inside the room changed, Selene still lay there with the faint scent of her still clinging to the sheets. Rael. His name is nothing but poison in my veins. I stand up from the bed reaching for my shirt, my mind shifting into command before my heart can even process what’s happening. “How many of his men?” I ask Thorne, his breathing is uneven. “At least two dozen on the ridge. Maybe more. They’re spreading fast and marking the trees with his symbol as a message that he’s coming.”

We had to meet him on the open field and end this before the full moon gave him even more power. I gathered the surviving warriors and what remained of the council near the largest surviving fire. Faces were drawn, eyes hollow with fatigue. Riven leaned on his blade. Lira had fresh cuts across her arms. Elara held the cracked moonstone close to her chest. Faye stood a few paces behind me with our daughter, her face pale but determined. I raised my voice so every wolf could hear. “Thorn is coming at dawn with everything he has left. We do not wait. We meet him on the open field before he reaches the inner camp. We take the fight to him and end this today.”