Sally Thorne Books Novels & Stories

I nod "Thank you your majesty, I will keep you updated" We are escorted to the oracles home. Once there, the guards leave us. I go to knock the yellow cottages door. However, Thorne just walks in. For the son of a Queen, he has no manners. It may look like a quaint cottage on the outside but inside, it's large. Through the sheer fabric hanging from the ceiling like a wall. We see the outlines of several naked bodies. Thorne peels the curtain back. A full blown orgy is taking place before us and I feel very overdressed. "Whoah" Arlo says mouth hanging open, unbuttoning his shirt. We don't need to look to know, Dante is slapping the back of his head.

The Polyglot Queen The air in the main library of Thorne Manor that afternoon was heavy with the scent of beeswax and old leather-bound books. Beatrice Thorne had invited several high-ranking diplomats’ wives and colleagues from the "Council" for an extremely exclusive afternoon tea gathering. Yet Liora knew this was no mere social call. At the center of the room, Lady Isabella Montgomery shone in a soft lavender silk gown. She held an ancient book of French poetry, reading it with perfect intonation for the guests.

Callie just gave her a wide doggy smile. After cleaning up, they pulled out Rose’s futon and curled up together. Although the sex was amazing, Seth had to admit he liked this part almost as much. Which meant he was turning into a total sap. He could just imagine what Max would’ve said: Watch out. You’re not getting out of that trap anytime soon, man. Seth moved his hand under his pillow, only to find a book there. He pulled it out. North and South by Elizabeth Gaskell. “Oh, I’d forgotten I’d put that there.” Rose took the book from him, smiling. “This is one of my favorites.” Her eyes widened. “The hero’s name is Mr. Thornton, actually. John Thornton.”

Red eye weren't close at all. A week of being in a closed room, and I was getting frustrated. I was properly fed and by now, it was only scare that covered a major part of my body. It's being a week I've gone to school and anyone was yet to reach out to me. By anyone, I meant Shirley and her dad. Mr. Red eye also seemed to be avoiding me, which I wasn't pleased with. There was something in me that always wanted to see him at all times.

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. If I Can’t Have 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 brief

Elara Thornfield was a woman of many secrets, a puzzle the world could never fully solve. To outsiders, she appeared cold and distant, entirely consumed by her work. But beneath her stoic exterior lay layers of complexity, haunted by vivid, exhausting dreams that left her drained each morning. As she stood on the precipice of a life-changing moment, her choices narrowed to two: 'DO OR DIE'.

“I’m here, aren’t I? That’s something.” “It’s everything,” she corrected. “Now go. Explore. Get to know this place. And when you’re ready, get to know him.” I left the cottage feeling lighter somehow. The pack’s acceptance, their kindness, it was healing something in me I hadn’t realized was broken. I spent the rest of the day exploring. The library (massive and filled with books on everything imaginable). The kitchens (where the chef force fed me lunch). The training grounds (where I watched warriors spar with a skill that impressed even my wolf).

I hate early morning alarms! Especially the 5 O'clock ones I set for myself so I can wake up on time for school. They always ring every time I'm just getting very snuggly under my bedcovers and enjoying the second round of tranquil sleep. It doesn't help that I always read a book when I'm supposed to be in bed. Yeah, I'm a nerd and I know it. I bet you are too, ha ha.

It wasn't the Editor. It was a woman who looked exactly like a younger version of Meilin, but her eyes were the cold, calculating hazel of a Thorne. "My name is Christie Thorne," she said, her voice echoing through the new reality. "And I’ve come to collect the Royalty Fees for the 'Prince's' new world." The "Billionaire Romance" had truly ended. The "Dynasty War" had begun.

The windows faced the gardens, and the morning light was golden and warm and poured across the reading chairs like honey. She ran her fingers along the spines. Classics, histories, business books that probably belonged to Alexander. Nothing that looked even remotely interesting. “Where do they keep the fun books?” She moved to a different shelf where the light didn't quite reach. There were older volumes here—paperbacks mixed with hardcovers, spines cracked from actual use instead of just decoration. “This is more like it.” She crouched down, scanning titles. A thriller, a mystery and finally a romance with a cover so embarrassingly dramatic she almost laughed out loud. She reached for it an