Sarah Knight Books Novels & Stories

Saving Erin Book 1 of the Swift security series. Chapter one. Jake Swift's point of view The names jake Swift I go by the nickname of Swifty for obvious reasons and also as I like to get the job done ASAP. After leaving the army two years ago, I set up swift security; most of my employees are ex-army there, not just my friends. They are my family.

" While pondering which of the many books I've read is the best, I feel someone's eyes on me. I turn and find Jacob staring. He doesn't look away even though I've caught him watching me. Hannah is talking to him, but he doesn't seem to be listening; his full attention is on me. Why is he so focused on me? I haven't gotten a chance to talk to him since Hannah hasn't left his side during the flight. There is so much I want to say to him. "Sarah?" Charles calls, bringing me back to earth. "Yes?" "I asked you a question." "Oh yes, you did." I give him a brief smile. "If I had to choose a favorite book, I would have to say-" "The Hangmen series by Tillie Cole," Jacob says before I can. I turn to

She told Evely that if she called a doctor, Liz might take that opportunity to kill her. In her past life, the stupid Evely had been totally brainwashed by this pretentious cow. If her surrogate mother was a vile woman, Sarah Knight was no better than her. Well, what’s to expect from friends? They had similar dark and twisted personalities. Hmmmnnn…

Kenna kneels near the fire, wiping her tears on the back of her hand, but Sarah perches on the armrest, resting her arm over my shoulder. “If you’re reading this, I’m in the thick of it. The battles in the desert have begun. I’ve followed Richard and his forces to Serpentia. That’s where he’s keeping the book–where he plans on opening the Gate. He’s going to escape through it, we believe, after using the book to unleash hell on Eastonia and beyond. His desire for power knows no bounds, and my only consolation is that you’re safe and with your family.” My chest rattles as I try to fill my lungs with air. I flip the page, noticing the writing growing more frantic as his words turn from the war

Placing a hand on my head, I feel a headache coming along. “Damn it, it’s like reading the same thing over and over again.” Sarah, who doesn’t even look half as fazed as me, continues to flip through her fifth book with ease. “We can't give up yet; I am sure we will find something in one of these.” I wish I had as much hope and enthusiasm as she did. I pick up the next book and flip through the pages lazily. For a brief second, something catches my eye. I flip back a few pages to see exactly what it is. It is a picture of a bleeding wolf standing before a divine being.

she then asked in a teasing manner. She tried to assess the person who was seated in front of her, studying his features carefully. Arthur Knight, the CEO of A. K. Media, has a strong angular face and his dark hair was swept carelessly, parting at the sides. Long dark lashes hid pale blue eyes, the shape and colour were a familiar sight to her. The Knight siblings were all blessed with almond shaped and light blue eyes which were similar to Abigail's. He has strong broad shoulders, probably broader than Aaron's and if he worked out as hard as his womanising brother, a sculpted and lithe body should be hidden underneath that white and pristine Ralph Lauren shirt.

I say while repressing the groan of desire that wants to escape my lips. If I were less patient, I would follow her now, but tonight has been fruitful. I learned she is one of the founding members of The Sacred Mist Coven, along with Felix and another friend and that she lives in South Boston with her boyfriend who she was reluctant to return home to and that she works at a coffee shop called Mary’s Beans. A quick internet search while she and Felix were chatting about some herb shop, showed me that Mary’s Beans has 6 locations and one is in South Boston. I guess that will be the one she works at. “You seem more than just casually interested in her,” Felix observes.

1 DO WE REALLY have to go through this whole ‘introduce ourselves’ thing again? The only thing I hate more than introductions is repeating myself. Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll do this, though I have to say it would be easier for all of us if you just read my first book. So, my name is Sarah Killian and I am a Professional Serial Killer. DO NOT confuse me with an assassin. I hate those guys. Every. Last. One. Well, except for Mary Sue. She’s an exception. She’s an exception to a lot of things. I’ll get to her in a bit.

Nate Sarah stood up and waded across the water, her perfect little body calling to be touched. I knew she wanted me. She just needed a reason. I sat straight back, and spread my legs, giving Sarah room to sit in front of me. She turned slowly, letting my eyes take her in. Sarah lowered herself between my legs, resting her hands on my thighs. When she was settled, I reached up and moved her hair away from her neck. I started off soft, rubbing my hand up and down her neck, and then the back of her head and her scalp.

Reluctantly, they lowered their weapons and flanked me on either side as I hurried down the corridors toward Sarah’s administrative study. When I burst into her office, papers were scattered across her desk, and dark circles shadowed her eyes. The entire palace was still reeling from the shockwave of the magical attack; if magic could breach the borders, no one was safe. "Sarah," I breathed out, closing the door behind me and leaning against it. "Thank you. I... I came to thank you for taking the books out of my room and hiding them." Sarah stopped writing, her quill hovering above the parchment. She slowly looked up, her brow furrowing in deep confusion. "What are you talking about, Kiera?