Novel & Cerita Tracie Peterson Books

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An hour was a long time to spend in a tiny store for nothing. A few minutes later, Tricia appeared from the house freshly showered, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. As though Tricia lived a secret life, she had completely erased the other persona and proceeded to pull more weeds from the flowerbed. Cassie shook her head in awe. Something happened in that pet store, she just knew it. No one puts that kind of effort into look sexy only to wash it all away a couple hours later. She called the office; Daniel picked up. "Tyler Investigations, how may I help you?" His accent made her swoon.

“What is your deal? Why are you so involved in this book? What are you hiding? Because I know you are hiding something.” “Even if I am, it had nothing do with you.” He let out a chuckle and backed away from her. “Well, now it is. Because you’re not getting your hands on this book until you tell me what the problem is.” After that, no matter how much she tried to talk to him Ace ignored Gwen and kept the book to himself. She was not sure if he kept it in his room or in some other secure place but Gwen knew that she had to find the book.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

And we sure as hell don't forgive. We get even. And we make traitors pay a price they can't afford. At dawn, I walked into the study and opened the safe only I knew the code to. Inside were all the confidential files on Vincent's business dealings—as his wife, I had access to everything. I took a photo of every single document. Game on.

"Hey, Derrick, sleeping with a hooker has messed up your brain, huh? Speak with some sense. Now move. I’m leaving." "Sarah, wait!" Derrick continued to block my path. "Move!" I shouted as loud as I could. Startled by my yell, Derrick stepped aside. I quickly got into the car where Gillian and Sofia were already waiting. Joshua then drove us back to the apartment. - "Sarah, Peterson Group wants to collaborate with us. Their CEO, Troy Peterson, wants to meet you tonight." Bradley’s voice came through the phone. "What? Troy Peterson, the handsome young entrepreneur who’s gone viral, wants to meet me? Are you serious?" I asked in disbelief.

The last of the department heads filed out, taking their notes and folders, and Tracie breathed a sigh of relief. "Home," she said, picking up her materials. "That little cunt begging to be fucked?" Pete came over to her and kissed her, his tongue sliding between her lips to caress the inside of her mouth. One hand drifted up to idly tweak a hard nipple. Tracie bit down on his tongue. "So. The princess wants to play rough." Pete backed away and gave her his hand. "Maybe you'll like what I want to show you?" "What I want is to go home." She ran her fingers over his bulging fly. Oh, yes. He was nice and hard.

” You were expecting this conversation. “I was hoping for it,” he said and there was clear relief that felt like her choice actually mattered to him. “I didn’t want to push you toward it then you had to come to me because this isn’t my war and I can help you fight it but you have to be the one to decide it’s worth fighting for.” — He wrote two names on the page. Sloane leaned forward a little, reading them. “Petra is the private investigator,” she said. “She’s been working private cases for eleven years. She’s careful, fast and doesn’t share information she’s not paid to share.”

I wanted truth. And here, in this space we built from the rubble, we had it. I’m not healed. Not completely. There are still shadows in the corners of my mind. Still ghosts that tap on the walls of my heart when it’s quiet. But I’m not afraid of them anymore. Because now, I have light. And love. And a voice that finally feels like my own. I’m not the girl in the cell. I’m not the pawn in Donga’s game. I’m Sarah Wren.