Stephanie Dray Books Novels & Stories

She warn me us not to tell Dean. DEAN I stood at the bar looking at my glass of scotch. What game is Steph playing? I asked myself. A few days passed, and I had my tech guy at company to hack into Steph’s computer via the email she sent me. She had been doing some research on a ‘Dr. Ray from Amazing Grace Hospital in New york. She’s a cancer specialist and Hematologist. Dan took a quick trip with me to Florida to check out the airport Steph was at. Her friend had told me that Steph threw her phone in the garbage there to throw me off her trail. She knew I’d have it traced and find her in no time. I walked around and showed the different workers at the ticket counter Steph’s picture. They sai

“I want this for real not pretend. Marry me, Brianna?” Tears brimmed her eyes as she smiled. “Yes. Oh, yes. I will.” I kiss her showing my love for her as I lift her out of the chair and head up the stairs to begin our long, beautiful life together. A/N I hope you enjoyed my three-book series of the Spencer brothers. I promise to work on the last two as soon as I finish my werewolf stories. I am committed to getting those done and published. After I will finish the last two Spencer brothers and get them posted on her soon, be watching for all my stories.

he smiles which only makes me smile, I did have a great time when I wasn’t terrified. “As long as I can take my boys with me” I smile looking down at Peter than at Austin again, he pulls me closer smiling down at me. “We’re not going anywhere” he smiles looking down at me, I smile back before taking a look around us. “I can’t believe all this has happened because I agreed to play The Step In Girlfriend, but I wouldn’t change it for the world” I smile looking up at him again, he winks leaning down and placing a king kiss on my lips.

If seeing her daughter work off her debt didn't do it, I doubted there was much that would. Each step I took felt like another down the green mile. My shoes were heavy, and the crunch of leaves under their weight rattled like firecrackers. There were always people outside, but today, the streets were desolate. The hairs on the back of my neck rose as did the pimples of gooseflesh on my arms, but rather than turning around with my tail tucked between my legs, I kept going. The stairs were like a mountain, and when I reached the top, my thighs burned. My door was closed...and locked. Both were good signs.

He leaned on the backrest of one of the chairs, looking at her with a predatory fixity. "Oh! Wow, did you truly not find out, Darla?" Frederick mocked. "Your beloved and innocent stepson lost his stirrups completely because of the alcohol, murdered a man, and right now finds himself buried in a federal cell. The entire goddamn press is treating us like we're a circus of criminals." Darla was left completely disconcerted by the coldness of her oldest stepson. She turned her head suddenly toward me, searching to deny the information with a mother's desperation.

Stephanie’s POV: When I finished eating, I went back to my room since there was nothing else to occupy my time. I grabbed a book from the small stack on my desk and settled onto my bed, allowing myself to sink into the soft mattress. My body sprawled across the bed as I began to read. At least, I tried to read. The words blurred on the pages, refusing to stick in my mind. My thoughts wandered, drifting to places I didn’t want them to go—specifically, from one brother to another.

“I don’t have time for this. What do you want, Stephanie?” Stephanie grinned. Her tone dripped with false innocence. “Oh, don’t be so hasty to run back to your little desk job. I have a favor to ask.” Elarie raised an eyebrow. “A favor?” “Yes,” Stephanie said with a bright smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I need you to book me an appointment with Danreb Scott. Today.” Elarie stared at her for a moment, then laughed. It came as a sharp, mocking sound. “Are you serious?”

“There’s a book section over there. Let’s find you a nice steamy one.” She heads off towards an area of the store and I slowly follow her to a wall of books with scantly clad people on them. “Why are most of them cowboys or cops?” “Handcuffs and ropes,” she says easily and quickly. She pulls out a cowboy one and hands it to me before scanning the rest. “What’s it about?” I ask as I turn the book over.

I chirp giving her a wide smile. She doesn't respond, but simply looks away, turning pale. *** Days have passed since my shopping trip with my mother and today I'm spending the night with Miss Ann while mother works. Miss Ann is one of the nice ladies who work with mother. She watches me while mother works and will even tend to us when we are sick. I really like her! "Miss Ann, have you seen this book? It's one that mother got for me when we went out shopping. It's an old book on tactical warfare," I shout excitedly while practically shoving the book in her face.

Though this wasn't at all my fault, I had told her to stay low at the pack house, did she want to put me in trouble? She couldn't even answer Drayce, Stephanie began fidgeting with her hand. "Get out!" Stephanie ran out on her heels in fear with the tray in her hand, and I turned away, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He looked up at me only when he wipe away the frown on his face. His eyes met mine. "Will you just sit there, drooling at me," he raised a brow sexily. My face heat up and I averted my gaze.