Sylvia Day Books Crossfire Series Novels & Stories

Drunk is better. I open a full bottle of whisky and drink a fourth of it down in one swallow. The burn is exactly what I need in order to forget. I fear the smell of Laryn's bride's scorched flesh will haunt me forever. I take another drink and sink back against the pillow*s. Through my bleary eyes, I gaze at the door when I hear it open. She's lovely. She also appears angry when she looks from me to the two women. I think her name is Sierra. Sarn's story next... END OF PART TWO

Her first two books, Thunder Struck and Killer Wave—she picked them up off the table and held them high — they hit the bestseller lists in Australia, and now their new release, Wild Fire, did the same, in addition to making The New York Times list. She held up the new book. “He's going to read an excerpt from Wild Fire today, and I'm telling you it's one of those impossible books. to stop reading. And he will also tell us a little about his creation process and respond to questions. Then, of course, he'll sign the books I know they'll want to buy. So it is because you didn't come here to hear me speak, I'll turn the floor over to Damien Black. She took a step to the side.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You

This is it. Stepping further inside, my fingers traced the spines of books as I scanned the titles, searching for anything related to priestesses. After a few minutes, I found a section labeled Sacred Lineages and pulled out the first book that caught my eye. I was just about to settle into one of the chairs when the door creaked open. I turned, expecting maybe Brandon or Alpha Rhett—because, apparently, he had a habit of appearing whenever I least expected it—but instead, it was Ares.

There it was. A wedding registry. Zach Dayton + Jane Burns. I stared at the screen, jaw clenched. I’ve never wanted to kill someone before, but I wanted to KILL Jane Burns.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

It builds between us with each shared glance, each casual touch, each moment in each other's presence. And as I watch Dawn—our Dawn—contemplating us over the rim of her goblet, her heterochromatic eyes reflecting the firelight, I know with bone-deep certainty that our centuries of running from destiny have come to an end. The light witch has found her dragons, whether any of us are ready to admit it or not.

I spent the first 34 years of my life in Alaska, land of the midnight sun, but these days I'm located in Washington, and am enjoying a much warmer sun :) I'm married to my high school sweetheart, John, who is known to bring me flowers "just because" My leisure time is filled with gardening, sewing, art and reading. 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

," I coughed and begged but she didn't stop in her tracks. She continued walking until she got to the door and locked it, not giving me a chance to escape. I stared at the locked door, panic surging through my veins. The flames danced and roared, devouring everything in their path. The air grew thick with smoke, making it harder and harder to breathe. Each labored breath felt like a futile struggle against the encroaching darkness. I stumbled back, the intensity of the fire pushing me away from the window. Every cough sent searing pain through my chest as if my lungs were being scorched from the inside out. Desperation flooded my mind as I realized there was no way out. I was trapped in this

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.