Tessa Dare Author Novels & Stories

Tessa took his hand and pulled him down the hall. As he entered the room, he looked at Jennah and Dom and couldn’t help think that this scene started because of a dream. A note from Jacqueline Paige: I hope you enjoyed reading Dreams as much as I enjoyed writing it! My website is jacquelinepaige (dot) com; I love feedback.

This alone angered Eddna so much. “I know you know what your fate from here would look like but trust me when I say I get to say a word and you can't do anything about it,” Tessa says standing up. She was certainly the nice girl who had been saved years ago, she was now a badass woman and ready not to take on only her enemies but that of her bosses.

I was working at Alvarado Media Empire as part of the MBA in- ternship program when I heard the exterior office door open and turned to see Vivian Taylor, who worked in accounting. "Are you ready for lunch?" she enquired. There's no way I can make it. Could it be that today truly is the day from hell? When I sent an embarrassed glance her way, her grin morphed into a smirk. "Is it a 'Day from Hell' or a 'Boss from Hell?" She sat herself down on the rim of my desk and proceeded to scorch herself. Apparently, "he went on a bit of a rampage this morning."

It's Valentine's Day, and I'm at my desk at the county courthouse when my fiancee, Shelby Smith, walks in to get a marriage license with her male best friend, Liam Pearson. She slides her ID across the counter and offers a casual excuse. "Rowen, don't be mad. I lost a game of Truth or Dare. The penalty is being married to Liam for just one day. I'm bringing him back tomorrow for a divorce." Liam, who has a woman's jacket draped on his shoulders, pipes up with a snide grin. "I don't think Rowen is going to process this for us. After all, he's always had a problem with me. I just don't get men—" Before he can finish, I slam the official stamp down on their application form. "Why wouldn't I?

I was made for him, and he for me. The End. Hello, everyone! I’m Tess, the author of this novel. I hope you enjoy it. I believe this is the beautiful ending we’ve all been waiting for as we begin reading the story. I don’t know how many people will read my novel all the way to the end—or if anyone will read it at all—but I want to sincerely thank you if you have. This is my very first novel. I know I’ve made mistakes, and it might be a little slow at times, yet I am proud that I wrote it. Dante and Evelyn’s story has lived in my imagination for years, filling my nights with thoughts, dreams, and emotions. I’m grateful that I could bring it to life in words.

Amidst the chaos, there is Maximus Simmons, a young man she feels compelled to keep close as she navigates the management of the Lyle villa and pursues a dream she holds dearer than anything else. In the intricate tapestry of the Tara Lyle book series, every moment unfolds with a promise of adventure. Grateful for the time you, dear readers, invest in my books, I have decided to present complete works for each book series I own. I sincerely hope you embrace the journey of this captivating tale.

But if anyone could come through for me, it was her. Minutes later, Darius’s desk phone rang. He picked it up. “Yes. Bring her to my office.” He hung up and looked at me with amusement. “Tessa, huh? Tessa Casanova.” I said nothing. A moment later, the door opened. Tessa walked in with the secretary. “Thanks, Sophia,” Darius said. “You may leave.” She nodded and stepped out. Tessa came straight to me. “Arielle, are you okay?”

In her office, Marianne Dares stood frozen, her daughter's words echoing in the silence. D.R. Dares. Nationally recognised artist. With trembling fingers, she reached for her phone, typing the name into a search engine. The results loaded, and Marianne's face went pale. Portfolio images. Competition announcements. Articles praising the mysterious artist's exceptional talent. Screenshots of work that was unmistakably, undeniably Dorothy's style, the same delicate linework Marianne had dismissed as "little drawings" for sixteen years.

But even if I had slept with a girl before, I know better than to lay their names down before these clowns. Chatters went on, but I didn't care. Jackie gently squeezed my hand, trying to make me feel better. Dav went ahead and collected the cards, played with them and served them again. I'm hoping Carlson won't take it upon himself to do that dare, maybe I will be safe. This time, a girl got up to do the dare. "Card number 8 and 6, I dare you to kiss and make out before everyone!" Wow! I thought Carlson was just being a jerk, but this girl...she's on another level.

I said and their attention refocused on the woman approaching us with unsteady movements. "If I didn't know better, I'd have said you all were gossiping about me," Arielle said as soon as she stood in front of us, her gaze moving over us, then lingering on Zach. "Hi Zach, your dad has been filling me in on how successful you've become and he said I should catch up with you, but I can see Vega beat me to it again, dang," she said, setting her gaze on Vega. "And then you wonder why I don't like and bully you so much. Just so you know, that dress you're wearing is an ugly shade of red".