Tamara Bleszynski Novels & Stories

Alex and Jessica both were warriors and were dedicated to the Pack. Lacie went with black leather pants, a lace black top with a cami underneath and black heels. Lily was sporting a green leather mid-thigh dress with short sleeves and black ankle boots. Monica was all black – black mini skirt with black corset style top and black heels. I chose my signature black skinny jeans, black tank with my black leather jacket and black leather heeled boots.

"Scarlett." ******

It will kill me and all my friends. Phelan pounced again. This time, Don brought Riptide up in a deadly arc. The hellhound disintegrated into dust and fur. He had prepared for this midnight of the moon, for he had the news already at hand. He could see More wolves surged forward—snakes and giants and telkhines—but the wolf roared at them, and they backed off, “One on one?” He called. “Just like old times?” Phelon's nostrils quivered. She seriously needed to keep a pack of Kleenex in her armor pocket because that nose was wet and red and pretty gross. She unstrapped her dagger and swung it around. It was beautiful in a harsh, I’m~going~to-gut~you~like~a~fish way. Each of its twin blades was

A very public, calculated statement. "Tam, you need to calm down. Knowing him doesn't make you a criminal, you can keep on doing your job, this shouldn't affect you so much." Tamara’s hands tighten into fists at her sides, her frustration bubbling over. She takes a few shallow breaths, trying to steady herself. "It’s about appearances. My TO won’t look at this as some innocent donation. He'll see it as a connection, a vulnerable link that can be exploited." She shoots me a look, her eyes darkening.

~Axel~ I hadn’t been this angry in a long time—not since Lyra died. But this wasn’t just anger; it was worry, a deep, gnawing concern that consumed me when I learned Tamara was missing. The news hit me like a punch to the gut, dredging up painful memories of Lyra. She had vanished two days before her death, and now Tamara’s situation eerily mirrored hers. Like Lyra, Tamara had turned off her phone, making it nearly impossible to track her. Despite our resources, finding her proved to be a challenge.

I just searched frozen. She stopped by the dresser and ran her fingers along its edge. “You’re actually beautiful. That’s going to piss off more people than you think. Trust me, there were many bidding on you looking ugly. Some even said that you look like a troll.” I finally found my voice. “And you are…? I'm sorry, but I didn't expect you to come inside my room to just tell me that I looked. Well…” “Madeline,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “Second daughter of Beta Reinhart. Technically ranked, practically ignored. I'm more of a subtle kind of woman. I choose to at least lighten the mood. I know that you might be having a hard time.”

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

I tried not to throw up at her comment. I was in the worst mood. Talking with Tamara had set my nerves on edge. She was passive-aggressive and catty. She poked at my insecurities and teased me about my obvious attraction to Dante. But she had been here a long time and she had valuable information about other escorts and the members of The Golden Hive. Tamara even knew some things about Valerie. So, I endured her little comments to help with the investigation. At the end of our meeting, I asked her why she was helping us, and Tamara simply shrugged.

Tamara. So this is the whore, Lucy Roshid, in the flesh? I stare at her condescendingly, taking in every inch of her. She's dressed in a casual blouse, jeans, and black ballet flats. Her long brown and black hair is pulled into a disheveled bun on top of her head. She is beautiful. Young. I'll give her that. And defiant. There is that dangerous mix of innocence laced across her face. Perhaps the same innocence she used to seduce Chase.

“You’re not going to tell me you’re canceling another gathering again, are you? Did something bad happen?” “No,” I said quietly. “This is… different. That guest that came today… telling you this is not going to be easy.” I told her everything. About Hunter finding the woman. About her name, Lisa D’Amaris. About the warning she’d given us, the calm power she carried, and the strange sense that she wasn’t our enemy but still hid more than she said. When I finished, Valerie was silent for a long while. Her gaze drifted to the glass, unfocused. “D’Amaris,” she whispered finally. “You think she’s related?”