Taylor Thorne Novels & Stories

"It's just a game." Taylor cleared her throat dramatically, her voice pitching into a mock-sultry tone as she began to read. "Oh, this is gold. 'Tonight, I couldn't stop thinking about Darian in the library. The way he looks when he's focused, his dark hair falling over his eyes, that jawline sharp enough to cut glass. God, what I wouldn't give for him to notice me.'"

"Thorne knows you're fighting back. The articles, the press conference, the affidavit—he's been watching. And he's been planning his response." "What kind of response?" "The kind that ends with both of you dead. Or worse." Mireille's voice was flat, matter-of-fact. "Thorne doesn't just kill people. He destroys them. He exposes their secrets. He turns their allies against them. He makes sure that when they die, no one mourns." "How do you know this?" I asked.

And before this night was over, Alaric intended to learn exactly why the man had tried to kidnap Rhea. The heavy steel door swung open with a muted hiss as Matt entered the access code. The corridor beyond was brightly lit and unnervingly clean. White walls stretched in both directions beneath recessed lighting, polished floors reflecting every step. Surveillance cameras blinked quietly from each corner. There were no damp walls or rusted chains, nothing like the dark warehouses people imagined in situations like this. Everything here was deliberately professional. Two security officers stationed outside a reinforced door straightened as Alaric approached. “Mr. Thorne.”

He picked up Xenia and twirled her around in delight. "Are you on drugs?" Xenia asked, staring at Sebastian like he just grew a tail on his head. Sebastian shook his head, "just happy, that's all." Keane on the other hand is boiling with anger after he read Dante's message. He declined? How dare he? No one declines Keane Miller. He kept cussing in anger.

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Till There Was You (The Thorntons Book 6) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief

Her tears fell like torrential rain and her voice sounded stertorous. But to Ashton, every tear that fall on the back of his hand carried a heavy feeling that weighed on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe. Her tears burned the back of his hands like a tornado and Ashton could not help but hate himself for a moment. He drew her into his embrace without a second thought and soon his shirt was soaked.

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she muttered. These three were her close friends, the main reason why she was immune to their charms. They were hands-down, good-looking fellas and she would be a billionaire by now if she sold their pictures alone to all the women in five realms of Luna Mundi who would spend money on them without second thoughts. She wasn’t blind to see that, but she was past all that. Ugh. Those women didn’t know how annoying these three could be. Oh well, she was annoying too, maybe that was the reason why they were friends. The blonde guy was Calvin Thorne. Private Investigator extraordinaire and co-owner number two of Tactica. He was from a military family here in Nyx and a Prime Alpha. She met him and

"A beautiful man indeed. Beautiful and talented and powerful, but cold. Too cold. Frost. A rather fitting name for a predator that doesn't need to breathe before you know you need to run the other way." Diary entry of Renee Fall about Aiden Thorne (2015) ______________________________________________ ALLY’s POV