The Fields Of Blackberry Cove Novels & Stories

God dammit! Severing major arteries is messy business, and I’m usually able to keep myself out of the line of fire, but not today it seems. My black hair is matted with blood, my maroon bra looks black from the blood soaking into it, and my matching maroon satin and lace panties are soaked and not in the good way. The gorgeous tattoos that cover the ivory skin of my arms and legs are now veiled in blood. I look horrific. But sometimes this comes with the job.

She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone. "Wait!" I grabbed her by the waist, jumping into the river next to us. I could feel her heart flutter at my touch, or maybe it was the fish that had tickled her feet. "My Lord, the mountain is up ahead; we don't have time to take a dip." She swallowed hard. "We're too late, Sabrina." "What do you mean, my Lord?" "The gate of the underworld has been unlocked."

Faith had hope that she would soon settle in though and learn to love country life as she already did. The small town of Blackstone is situated right next to a cove, and only has one road leading in and out, over Bergen hill. The town is located in what the locals call 'The Bowl'. It is impossible to see the town unless you climb or drive up the seemingly endless prominence, but when you reach the top, it is worth it, as when you look down the other side you see the pretty town littered around the shimmering waters and majestic bay, drawing you in closer. Blackstone Cove made Faith's breath hitch every time she saw it, which so far was every morning as her house was situated on the cliffs le

"But the air feels too thick with tomorrow, Richard. Every time I close my eyes, I keep hearing the sound of the waves at the cove." "Marcus sent the final confirmation text at midnight," I mumbled, resting my chin against the top of her hair. "The cove is completely locked down. Cole’s team has the bluffs secured, the catering staff has finished the layout for the pavilion, and the acoustic band is already staying at the inn down the road. There are no corporate logos, Oma. No press badges. Just sixty wooden chairs facing the water." "And the rings?" she asked, turning her head to look at the twin velvet cases.

Then tonight would change everything. Lucien's security headquarters occupied the lowest level of his penthouse. Normally, only his closest protection team had access. Tonight, every screen glowed with satellite imagery, drone feeds, and digital maps. Vivienne stood before a three-dimensional model of the Blackwater coastline. "Blackwater Cove Estate covers nearly one hundred and fifty acres." She enlarged the terrain. "One main entrance." "Three service roads." "A private dock." "And underground tunnels." Alexander looked up. "How do you know about tunnels?"

Sophia Vale stepped out of the sleek black town car with her small suitcase in hand, the cool night air of the estate grounds raising goosebumps along her arms. Blackthorn Estate loomed before her like something out of a dark dream — a sprawling modern mansion of glass, stone, and shadowed luxury, surrounded by acres of perfectly manicured lawns and dense woods that made the property feel completely isolated from the rest of the world.

This was the secret worth killing over. She knelt before the trunk and lifted the lid. Inside, nestled among yellowed newspapers and faded photographs, was a leather journal with a name embossed on the cover that made Maya's blood run cold. Not Eleanor Reeves. Thomas Blackwood. The name of the man who'd founded Moonlight Cove. The man whose family still owned half the town. The man whose grandson— "Oh my God," Maya breathed. Behind them, the basement door slammed shut with a sound like a gunshot, and the single light bulb exploded in a shower of glass and sparks.

“Because men like them never go quietly. They don’t lose. They reload.” The next morning, Nova made a decision. They would go after Hayes. Not with files. Not with fire. But with proof. And for that, she needed to go somewhere she had avoided for years: The Blackthorne Estate. It stood like a fortress in the hills outside the city, all sharp corners and marble arrogance. Nova had been raised here. Taught to walk in heels, speak in code, and smile through betrayal. Now she walked up the driveway in combat boots and a black coat.