Zoey Parker Author Novels & Stories

She drew a deep breath to muster her courage and then she looked straight into the woman’s eyes. “Madam, can you lend me money? I’m going to pay you once I’m back in Polonia. I’m Zoey Desmond, I own Aroma of Life Cafe with five branches around Westfield and one in the countryside and an event planning firm.” Zoey wasn’t bragging when she said it. She just wanted to assure Emerald that she will pay and won’t run away. Zoey hastily fished out her passport and presented it to them. Zoey opened the page where the details of her identity could be found. She prayed that they would be willing to lend her money. Without a phone and money, she could not go back to Westfield.

“I’m Parker Loveland.” “Yes, I know,” she said, smiling, but not offering her name. “This is Zoe,” Ruby prodded. “She has a stable job, her own house, and a fascination with shirtless men.” Zoe narrowed her eyes in Ruby’s direction, but Parker pretended not to notice. “Really?” Parker asked. “Did you grow up in Amor?” “No, I didn’t,” Zoe said. For someone who had invited him over to their table, she sure was being standoffish.

So, here we have it guys, Zoey's book. ~~The Law of Desire~~ Synopsis: His gaze was dark, sending shivers down her spine. "Get out." She leaned on the wall, her eyes hovering around his body. "Have heard of desire before?" ** Zoey Hart has just one mission on her heart after returning to New York, she's bent on her career as a lawyer, and keeping to her family, Then, he suddenly came, Dexter, back into her life, not with the intention of loving her- but the dare need of hating her.

“Lee?” The sound of light footsteps drew closer to me. The door, which had been slightly ajar, pushed open to reveal Zoey—sleepy-eyed, messy bun perched on top of her head, holding a cup that I’d bet my life was filled with coffee. She was addicted, though she’d never admit it. According to her, caffeine kept her “sharp and alive.” I wondered who needed to be that alive at three in the morning. The darkness swallowed everything—except her.

A tornado in a pastel yellow getup, standing five feet two inches, clutching two iced coffees, three binders thicker than my arm, and a bag full of fabric swatches that were already spilling out. Her eyes landed on me, and she beamed. “ETHAN! My favorite groom number two, I'm Zoey your wedding planner,you look handsome! Did you sleep well? You look well-rested. Love the glow.” Aaron nearly laughed behind me. “Uh—hi. Come in.” She zoomed past me like a drone, nearly knocking down a vase. “This place is FABULOUS! Perfect for brainstorming! So—wedding! Big wedding! High-profile! Two grooms!” She squealed. “I LOVE GAY WEDDINGS. The energy, the drama, the wardrobe—God bless.”

Soft comforting sounds that I didn't understand in my head but felt them in my heart. "Please just let us help you, Hols," Tove said. I took a deep breath. Knew I was going to do it. They'd worn me down in a pathetic amount of time. But I wasn't going to sit around helpless like I was as a young girl at the mercy of people more powerful than she was. No. I was going to tear that village apart. "My name is Hollyn Elaine Parker. I'm from the world that sits beyond the veil." "Alder Valley," Thane said.

I sent a formal complaint to the bank, my fingers flying with a cold, professional fury, and then I buried myself in a world of fictional problems because the real ones were becoming too heavy to carry. I was just finishing a chapter when the door to my study swung open. Zoey floated in. There was no other word for it. She wasn't walking; she was vibrating with a light that I hadn't seen on her in years. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling, and she looked like she’d just stepped out of a dream. "Well," I said, leaning back in my chair and grateful for the distraction. "Someone looks like they’ve been kissed by a deity. Or you won the lottery. Which is it?"

LADY ZOEY - DARK CROW PACK (Picks up after Chapter 66) My heart thudded loudly as I watched the convoy for the Black Shadow Pack leave the packhouse as they headed home to their territory. My name is Zoey Jordans — Alpha Female from the Dark Crow Pack. For many generations, my family had only claimed their fated mates. Those who had never found theirs remained unclaimed and unmarked. My parents wanted this tradition to continue for our generation and future ones.

ZOEY The sterile fluorescent lights of Gotham Press and the incessant hum of printers were the soundtrack to my life. I couldn't say I loved my job, but it paid the bills, and in this city, that was no small feat. My name is Zoey Anderson, and I was a journalist, or more accurately, an investigative journalist—or, as my boss often put it, a "pain in his well-dressed rear end." I navigated my way through the cluttered newsroom, past rows of desks piled high with newspapers, coffee cups, and stacks of paper that screamed "deadline panic." As I made my way toward my desk, a hand shot out and snatched my attention.

• Psychological Play & Obsession – Not your average romance; this love is dangerous, addictive, and consuming. If any of the above makes you uncomfortable, please exit now. This book was written for dark-minded adult readers who embrace forbidden fantasies and an unfiltered, primal imagination. You have been warned. Now, step inside… if you dare. THE DEVIL’S VISIT BOOK 1 Intro; Zoey is a simple housewife whose husband is never home, leaving her lonely, touch starved, and constantly craving the attention he no longer gives her. The silence inside their marriage slowly becomes an illness one that keeps her awake at night with dangerous thoughts and secret desires she’s too ashamed to admit out