Sherryl Woods Books In Order Novels & Stories

She quickly left his room, and after that she immediately returned to maids' quarters and locked herself there. She paces back and forth into the room while she was biting her fingernails. Of all places, why did she become Gale Hilton's household help? This is a total mess, and it's making her crazy! ================================ Few days have passed. Angel is currently watering the plants at the very huge garden. Their gardener called in sick, so Mrs. Prescott asked her to water the plants since it's summertime, and it's hot and humid... She feels like she is inside a novel of "The Secret Garden," which was beautifully written by Frances Hodgson Burnett. She imagined herself as the main

She thought she’d pick up a light romance to pass the time away with, but found herself diving into a book about haunted houses instead. She’d just finished mentally chastising herself for feeding her superstitions and fears with books of that nature and was hurrying to return it to the shelf when she accidently slammed into a firm, immobile body. At first, she thought it was a mannequin, but she soon realized that there was life in that smooth smile and those sparkling brown dark eyes.

Sherry P.O.V: I am reading on my bed. I am into this historical romance book. I didn't hear a door shut outside my window. Hmm... I thought, who's here at this time of night? I closed my book and laid it on the bed. I got off and walked towards my window. I looked out, and I saw Derrick parked in my driveway. He was out of his truck. He leaned on the front of his truck with his arms crossed over his chest.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

Chapter 2 Dawn Ellery's point of view The heavy oak doors slam shut behind me with the finality of a tomb. I collapse onto my knees, gasping for breath, as the last traces of my light magic fizzle across my skin like dying fireworks. Around me, a world unlike any I've known materializes through the haze of my exhaustion — leather and chrome, whiskey and smoke, the low thrum of conversation suddenly silenced by my dramatic entrance. Dozens of eyes turn toward me, assessing, wary, curious. I've escaped Sorin, but what exactly have I fallen into?

My mind was a storm—Lila Harper’s hazel eyes, her defiant mouth, the way she’d shuddered under me last night. I’d fucked her, hard, in my penthouse, her wrists bound, her screams echoing as I unleashed my anger. She’d written that article, painted me as a violent thug, and sparked my parents’ push to chain me to a marriage I didn’t want. I hated her for it, hated how she’d thrown herself into my bed, hated how her body felt like a drug I couldn’t quit. So I’d left before dawn, slipping out while she slept, determined to cut her out of my life.

Sierra’s POV The forest split open inside her chest. It wasn’t just whispers anymore. Shadows didn’t murmur, didn’t brush softly at her edges — they roared. They clawed her throat raw from the inside, begging release. Her knees buckled. Breath shattered as she stumbled across the roots, hands clutching at her ribs as though she could hold herself together by force alone. Her pulse was erratic, no longer hers. And Malick’s voice— Distant. Torn apart by the wind.

I then placed my hands together and cracked them. Joy took two instinctive steps back while looking at me warily. “What are you planning to do, Alania?” I smiled. Then, right before Joy’s panicked gaze, I brought my hand up and slapped her. “This is for being ungrateful and using evil to repay my parents’ kindness!” Slap! “This is for having ulterior motives and being a mistress!” Slap! “And this is for being ruthless and treating other people’s lives like dirt!” Slap! Slap! Slap!

But Wendy still turned down every proposal. Until about a week later, when she reached out and told me the plan was settled. She sent a stream of images, and as I scrolled through them, my heart sank and sank. Wasn't this… Wasn't this my secret design for my own dream wedding? From the vaulted European chapel to the lace-trimmed gown, even the floral arrangements were the same. My mind went blank, and I rushed back to the studio to check my files. That was when I realized that I had left my computer unlocked while I took a shower on a certain day. Jason had been sitting at my desk and ended up opening my personal folder.

Connect with me online at: www.autumndawnbooks.com http://authorautumndawn.blogspot.com Bibliography: Spark Series: When Sparks Fly Dorchester No Words Alone Dorchester Solar Flare Anthology for the Mammoth Book of Time Travel Romance: Hemlock & Iron Indie books: Dark Lands Series in order: The Charmer Dark Lands: Homecoming Scent of Danger The Golden Bell Ghost in Her Heart Beast Wars Dark Lovers (G.Bell & Homecoming combo) Dark Warriors (Ghost IH & Beast Wars combo)