Sally Thorne Books Novels & Stories

The sun had barely begun to bleed through the heavy, charcoal-gray curtains of the Thorne estate when Scarlett started the meticulous process of counting her liquid assets. In the original novel, Scarlett Thorne was a woman of excessive luxury, but the new Scarlett knew better. Diamonds and designer bags were beautiful, but in the gritty underbelly of this city, they were as good as a GPS tracker. Every pawn shop and high-end boutique reported back to either the corrupt Thorne family or the lethal Lycan packs. If she wanted to disappear, she needed cash—untraceable, cold, and hard.

“The people of this town, they’re not . . . we’re not bad people. I thought you should know there’s a reason for everything that’s happening, that’s all. That’s why I gave you the pamphlet. I . . . well, I don’t want to be presumptuous, but I thought it might help. I . . . I thought you should know.” She looked up at Sally from the lower step and her face was lit with a timid hope. She still wanted to connect with Sally. She knew what Sally was going through, just like the rest of the town, yet she still had the temerity to think they could be friends. She’d given Sally the pamphlet, practically rubbing her face in it and now she wanted Sally to be all understanding. Sally could have slapped

Silas hissed, though his left eye began to flicker—the telltale sign of a system glitch. "Don't you? Let's look at the foundation." Caspian held up the page. "The Ledger says the Thorne heir died in 1996. A fever. A quiet burial. And then, suddenly, a 'recovered' grandson appears three years later. A boy with no childhood photos. A boy who speaks five languages but can't remember the name of his primary school teacher."

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. Till There Was You (The Thorntons Book 6) 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

Chapter 1: The Summoned Bride The ancient oak doors of Blackthorn Manor creaked open like the groan of forgotten ghosts as I stepped across the threshold, my simple traveling cloak still damp from the relentless English rain. At twenty-four, Elara Thorne had left behind the quiet life of a village herbalist and healer to answer a summons I could not ignore. The letter, sealed with black wax and an unfamiliar crest, had promised salvation for my ailing sister in exchange for one year of service. What it hadn’t detailed was the true nature of my new employers.

"He would have liked knowing it came out." "Yes," Sera said. "He would have." The library. The fire. The leather bookmark is at page three twelve. She picked up the book. She read page three twelve. She turned to page three thirteen. The chapter had, finally, the right quality of attention.

Those three chests had been enough to make Maurice look good. Now, however, there were far more than three chests. Maurice was already greedily eyeing the chests as if they were his. Meanwhile, Camilla's eyes gleamed as she ran to the chests and opened one at random. The items inside sparkled under the sun—they were all precious treasures. She couldn't help but take a huge pearl and balance it on her palm. "This is gorgeous, Mo. Can you give it to me?" "Of course. I'll give you whatever you want, Cami," Maurice said.

said Sally, standing up to show him all her curves in her short and tight red dress. Alpha Brentwood got up and walked away. "The girl you love doesn't resist pleasing her abusive boyfriend. So why shouldn't you have a good time too?" said Sally. Alpha Brentwood stopped, and behind him, he heard her taking off her dress, then her bra and underwear. Sally smiled as she saw him turning around, eager for a man who was as strong and attractive as he was to make love to her. As an avid reader, Sally thought she was going to finally get lucky with one of the characters from the very dark romance book she so adored.

I pushed him over the edge. Sebastian's face twisted in rage as he bellowed, "Out! Get out now!" The door slammed shut behind me. I let out a wry chuckle, picked up a stray garment from the floor, and tucked it into my suitcase. In the dimly lit room of the grand villa, Rosa's voice trembled with a mix of urgency and regret. "Don, this is all my fault. I've put you in such a tough spot. Maybe I should just hand the title of Mrs. back to Ms. DeLuca?"

The urge to know more about her spurs me forward as I spin and face the rest of her room. Bare beige walls and a bookshelf that is full of books staring back at me. Most of the books look brand new and have never been touched except for three. As I move closer to the shelf, fingering along the three well-loved books with fraying spines, I realize Sarah was a romantic. Each book describes a girl whose life altered drastically and who was saved by a handsome prince or man of status. All stories are morbidly opposite to the life she is living with a mate who couldn’t save her from her living nightmares.