Wind Breaker Novels & Stories

He pushed open the back door, letting in a slice of cool air before it slammed shut behind him. She didn’t stop the lesson. Just pressed her hand gently to Dollface’s back and said, “Try again. This time with your core engaged.” Outside, Red climbed the metal stairs to the roof. The night wrapped around him like a tight coat. He lit a cigarette with one hand, the other buried deep in his pocket, and stared out at the city, trying to shake off the foul taste of the bouncers’ voices. . . .

"When will you learn to respect people?" Pointing at the door, I barked, "Get out!" He flinched, realizing he'd misread me. Mortified, he raised his hand to hit back. "Who do you think you are?" "Stop! What are you doing?" Lauren stormed in and pushed him away. "Is this how your dad raised you? You messed up and won't own it, and now you're raising a hand to a woman?" I watched, wiping my cheek. Colin glared at me and ran out.

I took a long drag from my cigarette as I sat out on the cold balcony of my new condo and looked out onto the downtown streets. The wind was chilly with the threat of snow, but it didn’t bother me. I took one more long drag before I snuffed the cigarette out on the concrete and walked back in through the sliding glass door. My first day back to work after years, and some woman made me almost blow it in the first few minutes.

He winked. "What's going on here?" Clarissa said. "This is just a watch," Frances said. "And, If you must know, I hate alarms." "It's no alarm," he said. "Just use that button at the top before you go to bed, in the morning, you know what I'm saying." "Dream Cold," Frances muttered, staring at the watch on the counter. "See you later." He pushed the watch closer and left. "Who -- what was that?" Clarissa asked.

Timi Breaking the kiss was the most difficult thing I had done in a long while but it had to be done. Things were getting out of hand and if we continued kissing for one more minute, I don’t think I was ever going to stop. Her body was soft and enticing and her curves were perfect. Her breast fit perfectly in my hands and let me not even talk about the burning sensation I felt when she placed her hands on my stomach and traced the line down to my navel. I had this feeling of loss when I broke the kiss. Telling her that we will meet at practice was a dick move and I knew it pissed her off but then reminding her that I won was satisfying in a way.

It turned out that the scarf wasn’t actually all that important to either of them. The realization left me completely dazed. On the drive to the airport, a text from Chloe popped up on my screen. “Sera, I’m going to take Valen out for a walk to clear his head. Get some rest.” I didn’t reply. Instead, I tapped on Valen’s contact info. “Valen, do you even remember why we came to Iceland in the first place?” His response came back almost instantly. “Stop overthinking. I’m taking Chloe to shoot some photos at Diamond Beach right now.”

Adrian asked, his hands pausing on his laces. "Let me see your left foot." Ethan gently gripped the toe of Adrian's boot, tilting it toward the harsh fluorescent light. He pointed to the structural seam. "Look at this. The locking mechanism is completely loose. If you take a hard turn on the ice, this blade is going to snap right out of the holder." Adrian’s eyes narrowed. He reached down and gave the steel runner a firm tug. With a sickening click, the blade wobbled loosely in his hand. If he had stepped onto the ice, his ankle would have snapped the moment he crossed the blue line.

Thinking about what had happened to the previous partner, Gabriel offered a silent moment of sympathy for this business partner who had presented Jason with the tickets to the Twilight Dance Company's performance. Gabriel took a deep breath, mentally preparing for Jason to throw a tantrum. Unexpectedly, not only did Jason pick up the ticket, but he even looked at it in detail. Although the ticket was quite huge, the design was extremely minimal. Other than the main information, there were no further distracting designs.

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

Breaking the Eye wall is now available on Amazon. Com along with the rest of the series. Across the desk and weathering the storm are also there. if you have just joined and read this book or have been here from the beginning it has been a ride to write these three stories. I absolutely did not plan for this or them to be what they turned out to be. Across the desk was supposed to be an erotic book that took a nasty turn and thr Insanity series was born. Max and Deanna have become a major part of me now. They will be back in the next book of the nightmare series.