This Tender Land A Novel Novels & Stories

She confronted rubbing her palms against his. Arriving at the joint, Austin is surprise, he was expecting a place more comfortable but instead it an outdoor vendor. “ Are you sure this is the place?” “ Trust me Austin, she makes the best tacos, come on let go grab a seat before it get taken” Austin still surprise at the environment, Elena grab his hand and drag him towards an empty table. Soon the vendor walks up to their table with a smile plastered on her face. “ Elena! Haven’t seen you in a while, how are you?”

Something with his aura made me feel like I should avoid him as soon as possible. I looked at him when our legs touched each other. He smiled, and I managed to smile back. "You know Snow, the Ecstasy Land...." He talked about Ecstasy Land, some of the history of how it started and random stuff about how they built that idea. His story was barely sinking into my mind. I was trying to listen carefully about the island but I couldn't help but be distracted by his reddish lips. I felt so lucky that I felt how he kiss, lick, and bite. I mean his lips look so luscious. Probably lots of girls were wanting to taste him but yea, I was the lucky one.

The Rancher's Heart Copyright © InamorataFeels 2022 This novel is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental Blurb: Looking to get over a betrayal and layoff, Everest Prue Camara goes to the small town of Lucerne-Alpane County to find recluse, and hopefully, discover a new passion. When fate puts her up as a neighbour with a single father, Everest is determined to not fall for the handsome rancher. Especially not when his six-year-old had wormed her way up her heart already.

Liam had already chosen their final home, a place far quieter than the busy streets. They rented a car and drove south into the heart of the South Island. The land grew wider and emptier. Rolling hills stretched out like open hands. Lakes shimmered in the distance. The road wound past farms, small towns, and green valleys that seemed untouched by time. Liam pointed to a location on the map. “This is Nova Terra,” he said. “A tiny place near a protected lake. No real tourists. No large businesses. Just open land and silence.” The name meant New Land, and it felt right. It was simple, hopeful, and unremarkable. Exactly what they needed.

I cut him short, looking at him with a hint of confusion. “Yes. Trent acquired the land during the famine.” “Speak plainly.” I insisted. “Trent forcefully collected the land seeing as Oakland is a smaller pack with even a bedridden Alpha.” “Really?” “If this exists then why did Trent starve like he did? An experiment?” “No. He just didn't have the patience to eat the fruit of his labor. Information I got says he's been building this farmland and the water channels from the onset of the famine but patience is what feeds the dog a fattest head.”

“Softly like breathing under your skin. Gold and green light pulsing just beneath the frost of the topsoil.” That word lodged itself in my chest like a splinter, for centuries, the land had been a resource, a battlefield, or a graveyard. It had never been a living thing with a pulse. He dismissed the scout with a sharp nod and stood, his boots heavy on the floorboards. Walking toward the open arched doors of the council hall, I looked out over the valley.

The horizon was rough, cluttered, and gray-brown under the pale sky, but it was wide. On Earth, safety had often come down to walls, exits, angles, and whether you had enough room to move before something found you. Here, she had land. Land no one wanted. Land everyone looked down on. Land nobody powerful would rush to control until it started making money, and by then Vera intended to have teeth. Her fingers moved over the curve of her stomach, slow and sure. “Well, babies,” she murmured softly, looking over the garbage sector like it already belonged to her, “it’s ugly, but I think we can do a lot with this.”

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. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

The tender was for the only land to be developed within Three Rings Street, and it occupied a space of 200 hectares. If Adam ended up with that land, it would become his greatest weapon against Black Corporation. Aster had tried persuading Carol to convince Titus to give up because he received insider news that the land was bound to belong to Adam. No matter how Titus tried, he would never be able to get the land. Aster did not want him to fight a meaningless battle. But Carol refused to listen to him and trusted her husband. A few days before the tender, Aster called Carol and told her that Adam was prepared to fight to the bitter end with Titus.

Her bedroom in my estate was larger than her entire living unit. “Sit,” she motioned toward the sofa. As she went to prepare tea, something on the table caught my eye. My heart nearly stopped. There it was: The Book of Outer Land. In an instant, everything clicked. The "strange lady" my mother had mentioned was Novel. And the "scared librarian" Novel had talked about was my mother. I felt a surge of relief, followed by a bit of embarrassment. How had I been so blind? “It’s eye-catching, right?” she asked, setting the tea down.