Summer Hearts Novels & Stories

I sense Manzitti’s annoyance that I have interrupted this moment between them but I want him to introduce me, I am dying to meet Helen properly. “Come in, then. Helen, this is my little sister Slayne. Slayne, this is Helen.” She looks at me with caution and says hello. She is going to have to be tougher than this if she is to be a good Luna. “I am going to take Helen up to our apartment so she can shower and change. I need you to help locate her daughter. Her name is Summer Jefferson, and she is two years old, brown hair in curls and blue eyes. She should have been picked up from Sunny Days nursery yesterday. Find where she is. And Slayne… no knives! I mean it!”

She shows me a piece of yellow bikini that's extremely eye-catching. "I'm sure you're going to rock in it," I answer with a smile. "Miami chicks, better watch out for your men," she screams her usual lines, forcing a smile out of me, before breaking into a heavy sigh. "Even if I can't have Liam, this has been the best summer ever." Can we not talk about Liam?

Then it hit him and a smirk plastered on his face, “Oh right. We definitely have to go mow. “I can’t wait to officially have you, Mrs. Hudson.” I chuckled, feeling butterflies in my stomach. This is really it. I can’t wait to be on more adventures with my husband, Eion. It was all worth it. And I’m proud to say that I am Snow caught in his Winter Heart. **

kaelynn told her husband. Paxon smiled widely "Junior Reynolds" "We should name him Dexter" his wife suggested "Dexter Reynolds" Paxon repeated and kissed his wife passionately.

His head tilted to the side, eyes half-closed, breathing deep and slow. Looking at his handsome face, Kylie reached out as if she were in a trance and ran her fingers through Jonathan's thick, soft hair. It was fluffy and had an indescribably soothing feel.

She hit send as she waited for a response but none came. Skye shoved the phone back into her pocket and pushed open the door to the living room, where Maya was perched on a stepladder, wrestling with a string of heart-shaped fairy lights. The room was cluttered with fundraiser supplies, glitter-dusted cardstock, spools of ribbon, and a box of half-melted candles that gave off a faint pine scent. Marya was preparing the things her team would be needing for the Valentine’s Fundraiser as she turned, her lips curling into a smile the moment her eyes fell on Skye.

Ian I watched from my seat as Summer walked up to the podium in the Charlotte Art Museum, fidgeting with her dress. What a dress it was, too. Long, deep burgundy, and a slip-satin that hugged her hips and waist. The neckline swept low, peeking at the swell of her breasts. The tone complimented her skin, especially when she blushed, and it was really damn difficult watching her move in that thing when all I could think about was getting it off her.

Summer Margins Six months later, the bite of the winter solstice had completely vanished, replaced by the heavy, golden warmth of a Pacific summer. The slate glass and frost of the rugged coastline were gone, swapped for deep blue water that rippled gently under a brilliant June sun. Down at the Oakhaven Cove marina, the air was thick with the scent of wild sea roses, sun-baked cedar docks, and roasted coffee beans.

They were discussing something, but I couldn’t make out the words. I guess now I am hearing voices. I have to accept that my solitude is driving me crazy. Florence’s POV My heart was breaking as I watched Summer died. The kid’s gifts were not working. They shouldn’t have them yet, as they don’t have their wolves. Even if they did have their wolves. Their gifts shouldn’t work with it being a Blue Moon. The children’s gifts worked earlier. I think they are all trying anything to save her. When the heart monitor stops beeping, my heart breaks for them all. Summer had a kind heart and didn’t deserve to die this way.

“You’re right though—this place is awful in the winter. But come summer, it becomes everyone’s idea of paradise.” Jeanne offered a slight smile, stepping beside him. “Everyone loves the ocean. During the summer, the coast becomes the most longed-for escape.” “That’s true,” Hector agreed. They stepped outside, the crunch of thin ice beneath their shoes a crisp reminder of the lingering cold. He led her to the car, opening the passenger door with a familiarity that was beginning to feel... natural. Before she could protest, he was already fastening her seatbelt, his fingers brushing against her coat.