Sal Fisher Novels & Stories

I need answers from him before anything else can happen and for that to happen I need to keep my calm. "Look at me," I command, my Alpha tone coming out firm. Alberto's head flies up until his eyes are directly on mine. "Alpha, please, let me explain." He sounds off. The Alberto I know is always a happy soul, the heart of any party, so seeing him like this is throwing me off. Then again, the Alberto I know wouldn't betray his pack or Alpha, so what do I know?

She sits at one of the tables, sipping what appears to be a martini, and her face contorts in disgust after her first sip. I chuckle, tilting my head as I observe her. She wears a sash, but due to the distance and dim lighting, I am unable to decipher its inscription. "Gelo," I utter, the name of my beta. "I desire to know the message on her sash." Gelo chuckles next to me, catching my eye. "It's her twenty-second birthday. Her sash says to buy her a drink. I've sent you, her details." My phone vibrates a moment later. I pull it out of my pocket, her username shining brightly on the screen. The temptation to ignore this perfect chance tugs at me, but I can't resist the mystery of the unknown

She looks back at me with a giddy smile, one that I return instantly as I lean back against the pillows and little wooden stools placed around the mini table. I quickly put the food back into the cooler and think she needs the real saltwater to treat. Pushing myself up from the ground, I quickly tug off my shirt, throw it to the side, and run after her. I wrap my arm around the waist and pick her up as she lets out a little squeal. Before she even registers what’s going on, cold water splashes us both as we fall into the salty water. Sophia gasps for air as she jumps back up, splashing around, trying to find me to grab onto. Her frustrated, pouty face is all too cute, lips pushed out, making

“Sally might look gentle and civilized. Her dimples do a fine job of diminishing her maliciousness. Most people would’ve let down their guard around her, but that’s exactly why she's a terrifying person.” Fischer nodded. He agreed. “Sally might be a cunning lady, Ms. Maia, but Mr. Cedric is way more intelligent. Not everyone could say they can match him. I think you should place more faith in him than you do now.” “Fischer.” Maia looked at a snowflake falling from the sky and tried to catch it. Then, she turned and looked at him, “Is there someone you love?” He was startled for a while before shaking his head.

She leaned in toward me, swirling her wine, and her hand almost brushed my thigh. Her Alpha pheromones pushed out, taking up the air around me like she owned it. What the hell was this woman trying to do? “I’m allergic to crab, but thanks for the tip.” I gave her a tight smile, trying to lean away. “Oh, in that case, the butter-poached Dover sole with lemon beurre blanc might be more your...” “It’s kinda bland for my taste, but don’t worry. I’ve eaten almost every dish on this menu. I can choose for myself.” My low reply came out pretty damn rude, I’ll admit it.

“Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.” The name didn’t ring a bell, though something about it made my wolf stir uneasily. “Mr. D’Amaris,” I said carefully, returning his smile. “And what brings you here? I was told that you were interested in an investment proposal.” “I heard of your plans for a new independent firm,” he said, his gaze sharp but warm enough to disarm. “A bold vision, Luna. I admire that. I’d like to be your first investor, if you’ll have me. Given that I am not from your council, I believe that having something of your own should give you a bit of an advantage.”

God, his husky voice is so darn sexy. "No, of course not! You're more then welcome to sit here...So!" She cleans her hands as she grabs a fry off my plate, eating the whole thing in one bite. "What year and major are you two working on? I am a psychology major working on my third year and Sam here is a business major on her third year as well." She smiles looking between Russell and Brandon while pointing towards me.

Hot, sticky blood sprays my face as I take his life without even flinching. ‘Alpha, behind you!’ someone calls through the mind-link, and I spin just in time to fend off another attacker. As I subdue him, I see an enemy wolf’s jaws snap around one of our soldiers’ necks- Shay, a recruit from this past summer. I leap onto the other wolf, sinking my fangs into it. Tackling it off of Shay. Once I’ve taken it down, I look back to Shay, and while she’s injured, she’s already gotten to her feet and rejoined the fight.

"I'm sorry, but you know my name, but I don't know yours. " "Oh, yeah," she snorts. She has NONE of the class and grace Angelica was known for. She's almost masculine in her movements, someone who is used to being more physical than graceful. "Sorry, I'm Delilah Fisher, but most people call me DeeDee." "Fisher," I repeat, looking between Stephen and Tilly. "That's a very interesting last name," I comment. "You're the second person to say that this evening," she takes a sip of her wine. "It means "a person who fishes." I honestly can't wait to change it."

Patrick asked mockingly. Gloria's eyes widened in disbelief. All she could feel was that it hurt to breathe. "Mr. Fisher didn't pay. I was glad to let Mr. Fisher see me naked for free! Besides, Mr. Hammond, I'm worthless. You know that, don't you? Mr. Fisher is so gentle. Heck, I might be willing to give him money just to let him see my naked body. Also, I still fantasize about Mr. Fisher's kiss every night. How I wish I could get Mr. Fisher drunk so that I could sleep with him."