Winter's Heart Book Novels & Stories

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back. The crowd's stares seared my skin. I forced myself upright, my knees trembling so violently I could hardly stand. … Back home, I headed straight for Ryan's study. I keyed in Olivia's birthday and heard the safe click open. I braced myself for whatever I might uncover. To my surprise, I felt nothing at all. Inside, there were no treasures, just a single document. I pulled it out. Even after everything that had happened, seeing the proof with my own eyes still made my chest tighten, as if an old wound had been torn open again.

No. Not here. Not now. I turn slowly. And before I even see him, I know. Derrick. His voice reaches me. “Winter.” My heart sinks. The timing is cruel. Almost like the universe waited until I finally started understanding myself… Just to remind me I still had a choice to make.

But we're smiling as we untangle ourselves, as we return to the chaos of new parenthood, as we choose each other again and again and again. Because some hearts surrender. Some hearts break. Ours? We built a family from the shattered pieces. And that's worth every sleepless night, every moment of doubt, every second of terror that brought us here. Two Weeks Later The invitation arrives on cream cardstock, embossed gold lettering that makes Emma squeal when she sees it: You are invited to witness Aurelius & Seraphina Kingsley Renew their vows One year after choosing each other Proof that hearts that refuse to surrender

During the police's chaotic sweep, I slipped through the passage to an alley behind the warehouse, where I changed into a plain T-shirt and jeans from my bag, pulling a cap low over my face. A beat-up sedan waited in the shadows. The window rolled down, revealing Wallace Pearson's weathered face. He used to be my mother's trusted driver, retiring after her death. I had contacted him right after my rebirth. "Miss, everything's ready," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. As the car left the city, I glanced back at the distant Winters Mansion, shrouded in twilight. From this moment, Eira Winters ceased to exist. Only an adversary, determined to reclaim her mother's legacy, remained.

The other two wolves have finally managed to get over here, and they pushed him off me, they attacked him, they left bloody marks over each other since they drew first blood from me, they went frantic, they went crazy, and they were ready to kill each other. I looked at them with fear filling my eyes, I was in pain, but the pain wasn't the worst thing that was going on, it wasn't my arm that was hurting, it was my heart that was aching, how could my three souls be fighting with each other, my heart was attacking itself, darkness, and pain were filling my head then.

I made sure before we separated that she would know that Miss Winter was the only one allowed to occupy my heart. She folded her arms in front of her chest. "I don't want to go anywhere. Not unless you drop the Miss, Sweetipie." That fucking annoying endearment. Hearing it made me puke. I narrowed my eyes. Her childlike behavior always threw me off. I don't like women like her. Acting like a child. That was not cute at all. Only Miss Winter will win my heart. Only Miss Winter was cute for me. Everything she did always made my heart flutter.

My fingers are only inches away. But I can't do it. Not yet. There's one more thing that needs to happen. Turning around, I find Winter. She's giving the two assholes in front of her everything she has, but it won't be long before she goes down. She's so powerful. So gorgeous. So otherworldly. I've tried to push her away. Tried to fight my feelings for her. Tried to convince her that I'm no good for her. The truth is that she's had my heart since the moment I first set eyes on her.

Questions kept swirling in her mind. Ella hesitated, not sure if she should call David or not. Then she put it in her bag. She closed her eyes for a moment before turning on the computer, working. "After all, what am I in your heart?" - Ella wondered. The wind is getting colder and colder, autumn is almost over, and winter is coming. The cold season in the coming year. It's a cold winter, but is it as cold as her heart? 'He doesn't belong to me. Remember this.' Ella reminded herself.

“Miss? We’re at the station.” My eyes flew open. The ice vanished. The arena vanished. The pain vanished. All that remained was the weak air conditioning of the bus blowing against my cheek and the thundering of my heart trying to punch its way out of my chest. I blinked hard, forcing the lingering shards of the fall to dissolve. Outside the window, a familiar sign slid into view: Welcome to Silver Ridge — Home of the Silver Wolves. Home. The word felt foreign on my tongue. Passengers shuffled around me, grabbing bags and stretching stiff legs. I pulled my duffel into my lap, fingers trembling just enough to annoy me. The fall always felt too real, like my body hadn’t figured out it was over