Samantha Downing Novels & Stories

“And this is Paige Sinclair, his assistant. Mr. Dunn, Ms. Sinclair, this is Samantha Barringer. She is the mastermind and driving force behind Elevated Financials’ events and dinners.” Samantha’s eyes cut to Edward when he introduced her by her maiden name, but then she remembered he wanted to keep their family status quiet for now, so she shook the other two’s hands politely. She offered them drinks to begin while they waited for the others, then signalled the waiter in the hallway to bring out the appetizers. Edward and Mr. Dunn chose whiskey while Samantha and Paige started with wine. Samantha noticed Paige eyeing the whiskey. “So, Ms. Paige,” Samantha began with small talk. “Is Elevated

“Of course not.” Samantha turns walking over to a cabinet pulling out a pair of high heels. When she hands them to me I can't help but stare at them. They’re beautiful four inch heels completely covered in diamond rhinestones that match the jewels that line the angel wings. I quickly strap them on like they might disappear right before my eyes. “I wanted to check with you one more time about the virgin thing.” Samantha‘s words pull me away from dreamily admiring my heels.

Real damn inconvenient, these feelings. "Texting your girlfriend?" I looked up to find Damien leaning against the garage entrance, looking considerably healthier than someone who'd called in sick should. "Thought you were dying." I said, pocketing my phone. "Miraculous recovery." He grinned, sauntering over. "So? Was that Samantha?" "She's NOT my girlfriend," I said automatically, returning to the Williamson job. "Right." Damien dragged out the word, hopping onto the workbench beside me. "You just spend every waking moment with her, look at her like she's the fucking sun, and get pissy whenever any guy talks to her. Totally platonic."

I stepped out before they could answer. Black suit. Heart in my throat. Ring burning a hole through my chest. She turned. Saw me. And stopped breathing. Her mouth parted. Her eyes filled. My name escaped her lips in the softest whisper. I walked toward her like the world had gone quiet. Just her. Just me. Then, I dropped to one knee. Her hands flew to her mouth. “Samantha,” I said, voice trembling, “you’re everything I never knew I needed. You’re chaos and calm and stubborn and beautiful and the only person I ever want to come home to.”

I murmer to her under my breath. I am carrying her up the gravel driveway to a large home in an affluent neighborhood near Houston, when she begins to stir. “Gabe?” she asks in a barely audible whisper. “Shhhh.” I hush her before she loses consciousness again. The old woman, Dana, opens the door and the fear at seeing me delivering her ‘precious cargo’ personally, is palpable. Normally, the task would have been delegated to one of the operators under my employ. Given the fact that I trust the hunter as far as I can toss him, I will be seeing to it that the delectable creature in my arms is not subject to the hunter’s atrocities.

' Riley says convincingly. 'Fine, what ever you say shrink' Stewart huffs as he leaves the room. Riley takes a moment to go back through Dee's files and notes, she was only 16 when she met Blake Samuels, he was 21, was she too young and nieve to understand what type of man he is? Or was? Or was she smart enough to be part of his criminal dealings? Either way, Riley struggled to put her finger on why someone like Dee was with someone like Blake.

Ashton said carefully. "I know." Maya hurriedly rushed to the bathroom and after washing her face, she made her way downstairs to have dinner. The delicious aroma was very inviting and she felt herself drooling before she even reached the dining table. "What delicious food have you prepared, it smells so nice!" Maya said as she made herself comfortable on the chair. "Don't just eat the smell, have a test. I don't know if it tests as good as it smells." "I'm sure it's very delicious," Maya said.

Samantha eyed them, they were acting suspicious and that piqued her interest. "Did something happen?" "No! I have to go" "If it's awkward, then I will leave" "No" "Then sit down phoenix" "I already have an appointment with Cameron, she has that thing remember" Ben could tell she was talking about Cameron's plans to seduce Liam. They talked before he left for his meeting, she had already booked appointments. Ben didn't know where her newfound determination came from but he was glad she was doing this. As Ben looked at Samantha and Cameron, they were easy to tell apart once you got to know them. Cameron was all sweet and soft, different from the hard snubby Phoenix while Samantha was flirty an

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

"Did you see what happened with the Patterson account?" "The space program is fascinating, but the costs..." She felt both invisible and too visible all at once. "Tell me about yourself, Samantha," the First Lady said, cutting into her salmon. "What did you do before... all this?" "I worked in hospitality," Samantha said carefully. "Coffee shops, mostly." "Ah. You understand service, then. That's a valuable skill in any world." A woman across the table leaned forward. "How romantic that someone from the great Hale family proposed to you, a common waitress of all things. It's so unbelievable, it's like a fairy tale!"