Thunder Road Book Novels & Stories

Then came a new post. Adrian's soaked shirt clung to his abs. Joanna's slender hand, nails painted red, had slipped inside his shirt and rested firmly against his chest. The caption read: [Good boy. He really feels nice.] My breath caught in my throat. I coughed and could not stop. Half a minute later, my throat filled with the taste of blood, and I sprayed a mouthful onto the white sheets, staining them red. With trembling hands, I tried to touch the stain, but everything before my eyes blurred more and more. In the end, I passed out.

The rain on the western ridge did not merely fall; it drove sideways, a relentless sheet of freezing highland water that turned the peat and heather into a thick, clinging mire. Tala stood perfectly motionless at the absolute precipice of the ridge, her feet dug firmly into the ancient earth. The storm howled around her, ripping at her clothes, but her spun-copper hair seemed to dance with a life of its own, vibrant against the dark, bruising gray of the sky. Her icy blue eyes were fixed on the valley below, tracking the glowing halogen headlights of Malakai’s heavy excavation armor as the machinery slowly ground its way toward the first sacred threshold.

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. If I Can’t Have You (The Thorntons Book 2) 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

I repeated. Nalu must have heard my plea because he immediately quickened his pace. I know that Nalu is a kid, and I feel bad that I was making him do a lot of dangerous work, but I was becoming desperate. Helighor and Iocules…I feel their pain. We got to an area where the sky was starting to darken like it was going to have a storm. A massive roar of thunder sounded ahead of us. But upon looking closer to the streak over at the horizon, I realized that it wasn’t a thunder strike. It was Silisk standing up and roaring towards the sky. And where he roared, thunder rumbled over his head.

I rant at them. “We understand”, Aiden answered for them all. “But that doesn’t mean we have to like it.” Walking around the side of the house, we stepped onto the western road; as soon as my foot hit the tarmac, the sky became grey, thunder boomed overhead, the sky flashed with lightning, and the wind picked up at a terrifying speed. The world wasn’t happy, and neither was I. My hair flew out behind me as the world raged on with its almighty show of natural raw power. I looked over my shoulder and locked eyes with the men I loved endlessly, grateful they would do as I needed them to!

Mt. Thunder was distinct from Mt. Thunder Pass in the Southern Plains. Mt. Thunder was located in the East of Sol. The mountain range stretched over 20,000 kilometers, spanning Sol’s entire length. From Sol's map, the mountain range looked like a gigantic, undulating dragon. In the same vein, Mt. Thunder’s east end resembled a dragon's head and thus, it was known as Sol’s Mother Mountain. James left the Capital with the Blade of Justice in hand and departed toward Mt. Thunder’s closest city, Terentville.

said Suzie and we stopped walking. I nodded. "Okay, so the underground racers is a group of rich and influential people. Taiden is one of the leaders, and his henchmen are his friends ..." I didn't let go of her gaze because I was confused by what she was saying. “If they have an enemy in business or anything, instead of killing them right away, they will take it to a car race. Sometimes life is at stake. And whoever loses will burn your car while you are inside.” My eyes widened and Suzie looked at me. I can't process what she said.

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. Dream a Little Dream of Me (The Thorntons Book 4) 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 o

Special Chapters 001 to 006 were oginally only available on the book version of this novel. Hope you love them! *** Rome had been glancing at her wristwatch repeatedly while seated on the garden set, watching her two daughters chase after their great-grandmother Althea Montemayor’s newly purchased puppy. It was a French bulldog. And while the kids tried to catch the little dog, their two-year-old Labrador Retriever, Dolly, was right behind them, happily joining the chase.

RAIN We drove along the rugged dirt road in Uncle Wart car, the tires crunching over the gravel as we made our way toward Auntie Lori's house. Every bump sent a jolt through the vehicle, and I clung tightly to my duffle bag, worried it might tumble off my lap. The cool night breeze slipped through the slight crack in the window, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and pine. The moon, bright and full, illuminated the uneven road ahead, casting long shadows from the towering trees that lined the path.