Twilight Imprint Novels & Stories

I look at Reid standing in the crowd and notice an unreadable expression on his face. “Ladies and Gents, thank you for joining us this evening. As we all know, Lahey Publishers started out with one author six years ago and has grown into a conglomerate known worldwide. And it’s all thanks to this lady right here.” Zack says and pulls me closer to him, snaking his arm around my waist. I turn my head and look at him with a frown; what has gotten into him tonight? “Our Willow Creed has just been nominated for three Hugo awards, putting Lahey Publishers up there with Tor and Ace Books! Not to mention that her book series just got signed for a three-season deal with N*****x!”

My heart hammered against my ribs as my eyes scanned the screen, desperate. Please... please... And then I saw it. Bold. Unmistakable. Aurora Roy. A squeal escaped my lips before I could stop it. I... I actually made it? No mistake. Clearwater Pack. Me. Congratulations, you've qualified for the Tryouts at Twilight Academy. I blinked. Stared. Blinked again. Twilight Academy, the most prestigious school in the shifter world. Only the best of the best. And somehow, impossibly, I had been chosen.

But she was also intimidated by it. “Hehe.. You can always ask me if you’re confused about something..” Dawn smiled warmly at her. “Can I? Wow.. I live with a real author! My gosh! Thank you for this Dawn! My gosh! This picture on the cover is so beautiful. It looks professionally done.. Where did you have this printed?” “Oh--that.. I sent that to a publishing company based in the USA. It’s called Wordsmith Literature.” “Wait… In the USA? As in--America?!!!”

A text from an unknown number. *Dear Dr. Zanetti, I'm Clara Benson, Senior Editor at Meridian Books. I read your thesis abstract online and was incredibly impressed. I'd love to discuss the possibility of publishing it as a monograph. Are you free for a coffee next week?* Keira stared at the screen, her heart hammering. Meridian Books. One of the most respected independent publishers in the UK, known for their beautifully produced academic titles and their commitment to emerging voices. They'd published books she'd cited in her thesis. Books that had shaped her thinking.

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

“Shocking! The Quinn Group’s general manager has been caught plagiarizing groundbreaking research! How will the rising star of the scientific world fight back?” I let out a low laugh when I heard that. My face twisted with mockery as I turned to Rosie. “So this is the ironclad promise you made to me?” Her eyes darted away for a moment before she straightened her back, speaking with false righteousness. “It was going to come out anyway. Whether it’s sooner or later makes no difference! “Besides, this coverage gives Tyler an even bigger boost. The live-streamed trial in three days will be great for him, too!

"MIRRA!!" Carrie screams as she races into the kitchen and tackles me at the knees. I laugh as I pick her up and bounce her little. Sometimes when I've been over here on the weekends, Carrie and her two older twin brothers, Tyler and Taylor, have been here, too. Carrie is barely three with long curly black hair, blue eyes, dark skin and chubby little cheeks. Tyler and Taylor are almost five. Both boys have the dark skin but Tyler has dirty-blond hair and hazel eyes while Taylor has dark brown hair and green eyes.

A pair of strong, iron-clad arms locked around my waist from behind, lifting me slightly off my feet and pulling me backward into the secluded, shadowed gap between two massive, towering bookshelves. I gasped, my heart leaping violently into my throat. Panic surged hot through my veins—I clawed at the hands on my waist, expecting a threat, a kidnapping, a nightmare. But then, the familiar, intoxicating scent of expensive cedarwood, rain, and pure, masculine heat washed over me. I turned my head sharply, and my eyes collided with the wicked, possessive glint on a pair of stormy midnight blue eyes. The terror evaporated instantly, leaving only a breathless, electric heat in its wake.

“Sure. I can do that. I will call you for the flower selection then.” After, our meeting with Whitney, our planner, who is going to make this wedding the most exquisite one for people to remember. Brian amazes me asking if I want to have lunch with him, well, the man is making some progress, I happily agree. Before we go to eat, he stops in his office to pick up some files that he has a meeting later in the day. This is my first time going into the McCoy Industries building. The twenty-five-floor rock pile is covered with blue glasses all over from the outside. The inside is way more sumptuous.

Santino leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. The room felt incomplete, a shadow of tension lingering over the empty seat that only Ainara knew belonged to Andres. Ponce’s voice broke the silence, smooth and cutting. “Well, it seems the Del Carmen Empire is crumbling faster than I anticipated. Investors are nervous. Rumors are spreading. And unless you have a miracle, Jaime, this company will fall into my hands.” Jaime’s eyes narrowed. “You speak too soon, Ponce. The Empire is not yours yet.” Ponce chuckled, leaning forward. “Not yet. But soon. The scandal surrounding one of the heirs has already reached ears outside this room. Investors don’t