Tana French Books Novels & Stories

she licked her lips and my eyes involuntarily tracked the movement. I had to force myself to remain clear-headed and not stalk up to her and claim said lip between my teeth. Expelling a calming breath, I urged her to continue and put me out of my misery, "What are they?" Tania closed the book and made her way to her nightstand, pulling out the drawer. She had kept the first half of the book safely protected there with an illusion masking it—if anyone saw it at first glance and didn't look too hard they would see a hair brush. Waving her hand over the second half of the book, she cast another illusion, this time making it look like a portable mirror before placing the object inside with the o

Then, with a soft, mechanical whir, the light turned a steady, glowing green. The lock clicked open. Serena’s hands shook as she lifted the heavy steel lid. Resting inside was a thick, leather-bound book, the legendary, encrypted ledger. Beside it lay a high-tech, military-grade USB drive. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a wild mix of triumph and devastating guilt washing over her. She held Victor’s entire life, his entire empire, in the palms of her hands. If she walked out of this room with it, she was officially betraying the only man who had ever made her feel safe. But if she didn't, Sarah’s blood would be on her hands.

‍Conrad wok⁠e up at 5 a.m., unable to sl‌eep. Something had been weighing heav‍ily on him since last night‌ —the name h‌e saw in Jessica’s diary.​ ‌Stefan Gilbert. He sat up qu‌ietly s‍o he would w‍ake⁠ Jess up, opened his laptop slowly, and typed the full name​ int​o the sea⁠rch bar. Within seco⁠nds, images fille​d the scre‌en.

She couldn't resist the temptation and slowly opened the creaky lid. Inside the chest, she discovered a collection of journals, each filled with faded ink and delicate handwriting. The journals were filled with accounts of daring expeditions to far-off lands, encounters with mythical creatures, and tales of hidden treasures. They painted a vivid picture of Killian's past adventures, and Tiffany was captivated by the stories they held. Unable to resist, she chose one journal and began to read. As she delved deeper into the pages, Tiffany felt an inexplicable connection to the tales. The words seemed to come alive, transporting her to distant lands and igniting a longing for her own adventures

***** POWER AND TEMPTATION MAFIA SERIES( romance/erotic/betrayal)************ - BOOK 1 ITALIAN MAFIA -ITALIAN MAFIA 2/ SHES'S STILL MINE ************INDIVIDUAL STORIES************* - FEARLESS LUNA (WEREWOLF SEXY ROMANCE STORY) ***************A****N KINDLE / KINDLE UNLIMITED************************** - IVANOV, RUSSIAN MAFIA -FEARLESS LUNA T H A N K Y O U L A R A S O U L T A K E R

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

The thought of leaving her mother and brother in this hell was a tortuous decision she’d dreaded making for some time, but she knew she must go and she must go immediately. Months earlier, Tatyana noticed a secret doorway that led to the shop on Fremont Street. Knowing that this day would come, she watched the activities around the door carefully until she learned the daily schedule. Sensing her time was near, she’d slipped through it on several occasions and ventured just far enough into the shop to steal a tee shirt and some shorts. Now, she ran back to her room and pulled them from their hiding place. Tucking them beneath her eighteenth century attire, she made her way as inconspicuously

TITLE Tainted Memories AUTHOR Honesty577 . This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination. . COPYRIGHT All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of the author except for use of quotations in a book review. If you want this book to be placed on your platform please see contact information on the author page. . DEDICATION This book is dedicated to my many loyal readers, my creator and my ancestors.

Hart shrugged off his tweed jacket and loosened his tie, casual in a way that made her heart thrum. “I suppose we’ll have to wait it out.” Fallon sat across from him, legs crossed tightly as the firelight danced shadows across the Persian rug. She shouldn’t have noticed the way his gaze flicked down to her thighs. She shouldn’t have noticed the row of books tucked behind the encyclopedias leather bound, aged spines, titles in French. Erotica. Hart followed her gaze. Said nothing. But when she rose to touch the spines, tracing one book titled La Petite Mort, he spoke low and commanding.

TRIGGER WARNING Tabby All I see and feel is darkness. I have no idea how long I've been here. I remember leaving the bar and not feeling very good, but after that, nothing until I came to. The one man that I never wanted to see again was in front of me when I first opened my eyes. My ankle is chained, and, in the beginning, I could move around, but now I'm barely awake. When I opened my eyes for the first time and saw Typhon, I freaked out.