Romantic Mystery Series Novels & Stories

"And what is yours?" "Dean," he said immediately. Liar. We both were. "Why haven't I seen you before?" he asked, searching what he could of my face. "I'm new." I realized I was grinding into him when he cursed quietly and his eyes shifted shade yet again. I thought about stopping myself and decided against it. He just hummed at my answer and said nothing else. I started to take a step back when his lips came down on mine. Damien Salvatore was kissing me. Again.

Leaning down, she kissed his mouth, but he pushed her away gently when she would have deepened the kiss. He patted her bottom when she turned toward the bathroom. “I’ll be to bed soon.” Madison saw to her evening preparations and crawled into bed a few minutes later. She was exhausted, though more mentally than physically. The unanswered questions surrounding Joan’s death and Tiernan’s missing brother swirled through her mind, making it difficult to shut down her brain enough to doze. Finally, slumber swept over her anyway, though she remembered thinking she might not sleep well again until they found Joan’s murderer and learned all the motives for it.

com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo) The Woman Inside The Other Woman Through the Looking Glass Ride The Stars Careful, He Bites Interstellar Lover Under the Bridge

It was so pathetic it almost made me laugh. Once I had a lead, everything else came easily. Using Milton's birthday, his lucky number, and even a work ID he had once used, I pieced everything together. After an hour, I managed to find his secret social media account. His profile picture was a close-up of his hands on a steering wheel, and his profile name was a combination of his and that woman's birthdays. The most recent post was chilling. [A buried rose will one day be lifted by the spring rain and bloom again. My love, the source of my longing—she has been waiting for me all along.]

They landed differently, with the specific impact of a thing that has confirmed something you were still hoping was wrong. Your place. I stood in the library in the moonlight and felt the specific quality of a trap completing itself. The warmth that had thawed me. The isolation built so gradually I had not named it until the numbers were disconnected. The velvet boxes. The locked room. Elena's careful not-saying. The lighthouse smile. The ring on my finger from the same drawer as the other pieces. And now: your place. "You asked me to trust you," I said, and my voice was very quiet and very steady. "How can I trust you when you won't be honest? When you won't explain something this basic?"

The smell of new books has kept enticing a chunk of the population, albeit a smaller percentage, and mostly, people who buy from us are collectors, those who are too rich to spend money on things of the past–and that's what we offer: old, tanning books with worn out spines; a remnant of the past, a time when HarmonyMatch was never a thing. I man the register for a couple of old folks who got a stack of magazines. I smiled as they walked out the store, his hands on her shoulder, both smiling as they talked about their purchase. I thought about how they were Matched, whether they knew each other before the ceremony, if they were childhood sweethearts, or if they were familiar faces you see on

he said but of course I don't believe him. I know him too well and I'll have to be wary of him cause I am sure he has a hidden motive. 💊 Jasmine's POV 💊 We boarded the plane and I wanted to seat with Megan by my side but Emma stopped us. "Remember Megan is working as an insider for us" Emma whispered. "So Ryan must not suspect any kind of relationship between you two." So I ended up sitting with Andrew who was obviously happy that I ended up sitting next to him. Andrew kept talking about irrelevant stuffs but my attention wasn't with him, it's with Alex who was sitting right next to Emma.

That certainly doesn’t help matters. Still... I stomp into Moonmark Ink and take a deep breath. Cinnamon and lemon greet me, Simply Tess's alluring scent calling to my beast. My wolf rumbles a throaty growl, wanting to track the female down, bend her over my lap, and smash her softly rounded ass for her disobedience. I’d keep her hanging on the edge of climax between swats, teasing her clit, making her regret her reckless behavior. Only when she begs for relief will I give her what she wants, sliding my cock into the haven of her cunt, taking her so hard and fast her eyes will cross.

Ximena and I exchanged a glance. "Let's go," she said quickly. "We have to follow the process. If the system detects something abnormal, it'll reset everything… including our memories." When we returned to the main hall, those colorful, eerie puppets were already standing in a circle. A pale puppet stood in the center, holding two cups filled with blood. "Bride and groom, raise your cups." This time, when I looked at the two puppets seated at the head of the table, I finally noticed something strange.

The night just fell making the whole room turned darker as Damon already broke the lamps but the moans of pleasure and growls of satisfaction filled the darkroom with only the proof of a big bad alpha. Damon knight claiming his only precious possession as his. But not as a possession but as his love. His first and last love. Damon fell on her sweaty body as they both ride their pleasure and came to an end. His face was dug deep inside her crook. The effect of drug turned off and his body started to get tired. But his heart still wanted to have her again and again. Moving away he stared at her face as her breathing was calmer than before. She opened her tired eyes and stared in his dark gaze