Susan Mallery Book Series Novels & Stories

I pulled the car into my designated parking spot and got out just in time to see the very handsome Inspector Epps and his not so handsome partner who I’d caught ogling my breasts getting on the elevator that would take them to the main part of the building. “Inspector Epps and his sidekick are getting into the elevator,” I said, thoughtfully, as I subconsciously placed my hand over my breast in a protective manner. “That seems a bit odd, doesn’t it?” My friend got out of the car and closed the door without looking in the direction that I indicated. “It’s a big building.” I raised a brow. “That’s full of murder suspects?” Her hands were monopolized by a travel cup containing coffee and a h

The woman who, even in her absence, continued to live in the darkness of this house. I closed my eyes and cried again. The way I had ended up wearing that accursed dress came back to me in flashes from yesterday. I had been walking down the corridors, lost in my thoughts. The emptiness of Matteo’s house was suffocating, the silence amplifying every worry, every fear. My feet carried me toward the storage room without realizing it. There, a group of maids was sorting through boxes, their chatter breaking the eerie stillness of the mansion. One of them, Rosa, was struggling with a particularly large box. Clothes spilled out from the edges—expensive fabrics, delicate silks, garments that spoke

***Author's Note: This is the sixth and final book in the Mate Series. You may not understand what is going on without reading the first five books in the series. Those are as follows: Book one: P.S. You're my mate Book two: She's my mate Book three: I'm his mate Book four: His warm-blooded mate Book five: The queen's mate All books in the series are unedited so you will find flaws, spelling and grammar errors, and other errors. The books do improve over time from the first one since the first book was written in 2019-2020. Enjoy the series.

Her eyes are still wide and unfocused on her surroundings, she’s completely enthralled in her supernatural fiction. “Sorry honey. I guess the author might be aiming for a tragic ending.” “That’s the thing, Tyson. I’m only halfway through the book. It’s the first of a series of 6, so you might be right about it being tragic.” Maddie reconsiders my suggestion and then continues to tell me about the story as I pour myself a cup of coffee from the warm carafe. I’m pretty sure Maddie made this pot herself because it is quite awful, but I need the caffeine hit so I gulp it down.

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

I made Snuggles better,” she questioned Saraid, her cherub eyes never leaving Saraid’s. Snuggles was Treasa’s favorite teddy bear. One day it had been found outside covered in mud, so Saraid sent it to the laundry and when it was returned, Snuggles was missing an eye and a leg. Treasa managed to use magic to return him to his normal self. Saraid did not let anyone outside of their circle know out of fear that someone would view Treasa’s strength as a threat instead of a gift. The last thing she needed was someone coming after their daughter, especially now with Liam in the state that he is in. When word gets out that the King of the Coven has no memory of his family or his position, who know

Book 3 in the series is being written so be on the look out August 1st Thanks again, Annie

Sue sat on Mal’s other side. Mal rolled her eyes. “It was seriously one date with Brady, and the girls were there, too. They had their own guys, but none of us were alone. We’ve learned from your mistakes.” “Pfft. We didn’t make mistakes,” Sue said. “Well, at least I didn’t.” “I have dirt on you, Susan,” I pointed at her. “Don’t make me air your dirty laundry.” She backed off, but Mal got curious. “What do you mean?”

A single streetlamp flickered near the path to the lake, and I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead, refusing to look at the water. I walked faster. My list was growing. Ashley Bright, my too-friendly roommate with the cigarette scar and the easy questions. Professor Vance, Madden Lighter, the dark-haired girl eating a banana alone, who had once been Alice's friend and then wasn't. And Helena Vance, the professor's daughter, with her perfect smile and her cold eyes and her warning wrapped in sympathy. Five names. Five suspects. And somewhere in the shadows, at least one killer. My chest ached,a deep, hollow throb, I was tired of bearing.

It wasn’t about books—it was about blending in. Avyanna arrived just past five-thirty, the skies already tinted with the soft orange glow of early evening. The tired buzz of the city outside was muted here. Inside the library, the air was cool and still, filled with the soft rustle of pages and the occasional footsteps on old tile floors. She spotted Ruth near the back, seated in one of the reading nooks by the tall windows. She was pretending to browse through a large hardcover, though Avyanna could tell from her stiff posture and darting eyes that she was on edge.