Susan Mallery Series Novels & Stories

Jenkins, the owner of the quaint bookshop where she had spent countless hours browsing through shelves and seeking advice on rare books. "Mrs. Jenkins?" Emma's voice trembled with confusion and a hint of betrayal. "But why? You're...you're the one who's been helping us." Mrs. Jenkins' smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with a sinister light. "Oh, Emma, dear Emma. You've been so blind. I've been playing a role, just like everyone else in this game. And you, my dear, are one of the most intriguing pieces on the board." Julian's eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun. "You're the one who's been behind the organization? But why? What's your endgame?"

It led into the guild's open plan office, which was separated from the visitor area by a long, scratched counter. There were half a dozen doors on the left. Conference rooms, small offices and Suzanne's realm. Suzanne was the heart of our guild, the woman who patched us all back up when we came back from a hunt and always gave us a lollipop as a reward. Well what should I say, she thought we were all her children. And if we didn't hear, we got an injection. It was a real shame that she was about to take her well-deserved retirement. I would definitely miss her. But our destination was the office at the end of the corridor. A sign by the door said: Jilin Halco, Master Venator.

Sarah Lucy was the Miller family's housekeeper, and to be so evil to the mistress of the house, it sent a chill down Fiona’s back. After things were over, she wanted Sarah to take the money and go far away, but Susan disagreed, saying that she could still be of use if they kept her there. Now, it seemed that Susan was right.

The glass she gives me is of something clear, and I notice the weird oily swirl running down the center as though something alien has been freshly poured in. I glance from the drink and back to Camilla, catching sight over her shoulder of the girl I’d been about to rescue, being fucked in a corner, pounded against in the most vulgar way, while her face is that same gaping emptiness, and I recoil, nausea rising up. From here, all you see are his back and shoulders, no hint that he’s exposed at the front, his hand pushed hard at the wall, concealing her mostly, while the other keeps her leg up at his hip so he can screw her standing up. Subtle thrusting motions are all that give the game away.

Which means Canary and Sin have been spectating again; it makes me laugh. I was glad to have a smile on my face too, because my sister is leaving me today. She is off to be Luna in Crossfang with her mate. She will be an excellent doctor and Luna. Aiden and I walked down to the front entrance of the pack house. There we see Dr. Higslee putting his things in the back of his SUV. Luca and Mia are also packing up a small truck. They are both smiling and the happiness is spilling from them both. I feel tears coming down my cheeks and Aiden wipes them away. “Mojito, are you okay?”

Susan finished reading a newspaper as she sat on her sofa by the window in her room upstairs, then she kept it aside, and moved to pick up a novel by her bedside table. She returned to the sofa, opened the page where she had stopped last night, and kept on reading. Reading novels, Susan discovered, was perfect for distraction. It took her mind off recent happenings, of her world, and took her to a world of her own. In her world of fantasy, she didn’t care what happened in her and without, especially the disturbance slowly stirring in High Town City (which the news, and the newspapers carried), and the great, uncontrollable urge to kill. She cared for nothing in this state actually, save for

I could feel their eyes following me, watching as I sank into a chair at the far end of the room. Gosh! How much I wanted Ryan to mysteriously make his appearance right here, scoop me in his arms and take me home, cuddling me to sleep. I was so… extremely tired. Just as I was about to dig into my food, my gaze lifted and caught sight of a familiar figure scanning the room for an empty chair. My heart leapt as I recognized Susan, a wide smile stretching across my face. In an instant, my hand flew out, waving her over. But just as our eyes met, her expression darkened, and my smile wilted.

VOLUME SEVEN: A SADDLE CREEK CHRISTMAS COLLECTION 2 Book 1: A New Diner for Christmas Susan Malloy glanced at her longtime friend, Lori Witherite, sitting across from her at a glass table on the lanai. A warm morning ocean breeze flipped her hair off her face while she sipped an iced coffee. "It sure is beautiful here in Florida. I love it." Susan pushed her hair behind her ears. "Yes, it is, and you've worked so hard for too many years not to enjoy it year-round." Lori smoothed the tablecloth.

My goodness, it was so cheesy, I almost couldn't take it! Mindy's face froze, caught off guard by the sudden mention of her past literary works. Apart from embarrassment, all she felt was the awkward urge to disappear into thin air. Susan went on, "To be honest, this author isn't great at writing young adult romance, but their mystery novels are worth a read. Given how popular they are, they must have some market appeal." Mindy stood there in silence, wishing she could vanish. The sales assistant finished processing the payment and happily handed the card and packaged dresses back to Susan.

“The streets are lined with maples that blaze red and gold in autumn, and come spring, you’ll see children weaving garlands from the wildflowers that sprout near the sidewalks.” He leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on the table. “There’s a bakery a few blocks down—it’s run by Mrs. Ellison, who’s been there for decades. Her cinnamon rolls are legendary, and sometimes, if you go early enough, she’ll slip you a warm one fresh from the oven. There’s also a little corner store that seems like it’s frozen in time, still selling penny candy and soda in glass bottles.” Jonathan’s smile widened, his tone gaining a playful edge. “Oh, and there’s a park that’s sort of the hub of everything. I