He was looking at her like she’d fucked up a mission to save the world and it was all her damn fault because she was stupid. Yeah, probably. It was her body, and she should have been on the pill. But she hadn’t planned on sleeping with him. Or anybody for that matter.
“If you get pregnant, will you keep the baby?”
She was taken aback by his question. “I…it’s too early to talk about that.”
“If you do get pregnant, I’d want to know before you decide anything on it, Ava.”
What did he mean by that? That she would contemplate anything else aside from keeping the baby? She wanted to tell him off; that abortion went against her personal beliefs, but she didn’t want to prolong their conversation anymore. “I’ll inform you within a few weeks.”
“Take a pregnancy test as soon as you can.”
“I will.”
Awkward silence.
“Will you please go, now? Norton will take you to your place,” she said in a brittle voice. The heaviness in her heart was threatening to overwhelm her. Why she felt like bawling her shit out, she didn’t know.
He looked like he was still going to talk but thought better of it. She turned away from him because her tears were about to fall. Dammit! Since when did she become a cry baby?
He walked out the door without another word.
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COMING DECEMBER 26 2016
More Than Anything, By S Van Horne
ONE
Sara
I glance around Len’s backyard and smile at the happiness that fills the air. I’ve always wanted a family that could come together and celebrate the small joys that life brings. I almost had that at one point in my life, but it was ripped from my hands before I could even grasp it. A pain of sadness and fear flood my body, but I push it away not wanting it to take over this brief moment of happiness.
I peek out of the corner of my eye to the left and see Neil watching me. He’s the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on. The moment I met him three years ago, I thought I would faint from just how damn good looking he was. He seemed like a stuck up asshole because he really wouldn’t say shit to me. All he did was glare at me like I took the prize out of his cereal box on Sunday morning while changing the channel from his favorite cartoons.
But it slowly started changing, and I realized that he just wasn’t interested in me and was just protective of his sister. I’m not one to open up and tell people my problems, as a matter of fact, nobody knows about my problems right now. I’m afraid of bringnig it up and them finding out just how much trouble I can bring to their family.
I know I should be more open about it, but the detectives assured me that my file is closed tight, and that it couldn’t be tapered with. That’s the only thing saving me right now from Neil finding out about my past. At first, I was scared that he would find out when he did my background check for Seal Security. But nothing came up and that was a sigh of releif.
Then, there was that one night at the lake that I can’t get out of my mind. It was the best night of my life, and I want to reach out and grab what Neil was offering with both hands. But my past stops me from doing that. So, for now I live though my memories and try to keep him at arms length even though he’s trying everything in his power to change that.
The sound of laughter snaps me back into the present, and I see pink and blue ballons rising in the air. I’m confussed for a brief moment until I hear the word twins. A huge grin spreads across my face at the thought of Dante having three kids in diapers, one of which, is a girl.
That man is an alpha to the max at times, so I know that little one is going to end up hating her daddy when she gets older due to his overprotectiveness.
The sound of a phone catches me off guard, and I realize it’s mine. I reach in my purse and pull out my phone to see who could be calling me. Everyone that would call me is here so it has to be the call service for Seal Security. With me as the main admin for the front all calls come to me when we aren’t in the office.
I glance at the screen and freeze once I see the name and number.
This can’t be happening.
He said he wouldn’t call unless it’s an emergency. I’m not sure if I want to answer it.
“Habibi, you ok?” Neil asks coming up to me.
“I need to take this,” I say and rush off to the side of the house to answer the phone in private.
“Hello,” my voice trembling softly afraid of what he might say.
“Sara?” a voice I know so well on the other end questions.
“Yes this is her.”
“They know, Sara. I need you to get here as soon as you can. We’ve got to get you to safety.” I close my eyes at the words; one of my biggest fears becoming reality.
After gathering enough strength, I make my way back and spot Neil and Dante. “I have to go. Please tell Len I will call her later.” I rush out before turning and running to the front of the house. Neil runs after me, shouting my name, but I quickly say something over my shoulder without stopping.
The life I know, the life I’ve come to build is no more. All I can do; all I must do is leave. They have found me, and in order to keep those I love safe, I must run without turning back.
Neil
I glance, yet again, at the redheaded goddess that has been on my mind from the moment we met three years ago. That first meeting, I didn’t mean to glare at her the whole time, but I was trying to figure out why I wanted to pick her up, throw her over my sholder, and never share her with the world. It bothered me that she had that much power over me.
Then, I realized that the only reason I would feel that with her was because she was my one. After that, I tried everything to get her to notice me, short of just announcing that I liked her and wanted her. Nothing was seemed to work, and right when I was about to just take that plunge, my sister came up missing, and that stopped everything.
It isn’t a secret that I’m a protective ass when it comes to my sister. So when she vanished the night of my company party, I felt like I failed her. After a few weeks of her missing, I knew then that after she was found, only then was I going after Sara. And, nothing was stopping me from having her.
That night at the lake was the most amazing night of my life. I had never felt perfection like I did when I made love to her for the first time or the times that followed. But the following morning, I woke to an empty bed; abandoned and furious. When I stormed downstairs, she acted like she didn’t even know me, and that made me even angrier. I’m not one to blow up in public, so I bit my lip and decided to wait until we had a second alone.
But, that second never came.
After Adams was killed, it took a while to get things back to normal, and by then I was over the anger. Now, I’m trying everything to get back to that one night we had. So far, I haven’t made much leeway.
The sound of Sara’s phone snaps me out of my thoughts. When she glances down to look at her screen, she turns pale, and I immediately rush over to her side.
“Habibi, you okay?”
“I need to take this,” she states her voice trembling with fear and rushes off to the side of the house. Before I can follow, Dante steps up besides me and stops me from intruding on her call.
As he holds me back, I see her listening intently to the person on the phone. Whatever they say has her turning even palier. I swear I can feel her fear radiating from her body. I don’t know who is on the other line, but I’m about to march over there and snatch the phone from her to find out who the fuck it is, when she hangs up and glances over at us. She quickly makes her way to us, her eyes show nothing but pure unadultated fear.
“I have to go. Please tell Len I will call her later,” she states in a whisper and then turns and rushes to her car.
It takes me a moment to process her words befo
re I’m hot on her tail, chasing her.
“Sara, wait a minute. What the fuck is going on,” I yell.
“I don’t have time explain, Neil. I have an emergency. I’ll call later,” she tosses over her shoulder, without stopping.
She reaches her car and has it started before I can reach her. Just as I get close enough, I see her glance towards me with tears streaming down her face. So much hurt coming through her beautiful eyes, that I stop in my tracks, something preventing me from opening her car door. Instead, my chest rising and falling fast, and my eyes silently begging her to come to me.
“I’m sorry, Neil. I never wanted you to know. Please, let me go,” she whispers out of her window that is barely down.
“Never,” I growl out between clenched teeth. Before I can open her door, she flips the lock and shakes her head sadly.
“Goodbye, Neil. If you remember anything, remember this, you always made me feel as if I was so much more than what I thought I would ever be,” she states with a soft smile as the tears just keep streaming down. Then, she pulls out of the driveway without a backwards glance.
I stand there, shocked at the words she just spoke, watching as her car fades down the road. I vow in that moment that she isn’t getting away from me that easily.
Furious, hurt, and determined, I turn and storm back into the house to let the others know that I have to go. I have to find Sara and get to the bottom of this once and for all.
It’s time she sees the beast within me. The beast that will weather any storm her past can bring. Because nothing will stop me from showing her just how much more she really is to me.
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COMING SOON
Written in History By C.M. Steele
Book Four in the Wolfe Creek Series
Copyrighted © 2016
Prologue
Gage
“Papa, where are we going?” I asked as we drove down a dirt road. We’d been driving for a long time and I was running out of patience. I'd just turned twelve the day before and this was not how I planned on celebrating it. I was too young to sit this still with nothing to entertain me. If I knew it was going to be this long of a trip, I would have brought a book. Instead of reading or even playing with my friends, I was bored out of my gourd. My brother Hunter was out having fun with the boys down the road and I was on a mission to nowheresville.
“To my friend Creed’s house, Gage,” my Dad said, pulling into a gravel driveway and up to a nice home in the town of Redding. It was a long trip from our house in Wolfe Creek. Three hours each way. I was ready to jump out of the truck before he even stopped. I think my butt was numb. I had no idea why we traveled out of town or why he brought me.
"Why are we going to see your friend?" I asked. I thought we were going somewhere fun. Now, I was even more annoyed. It was the last Saturday before we went back to school. Wasting my day with my dad’s friend wasn’t what I had in mind.
"Son, why do you play with your friends?" he chimed back.
"Because it's fun and they’re my friends. But I mean why did you bring me?" He could have brought my mother.
"I can't have quality time with my boy?" he replied, making me feel guilty.
"Okay." I guess he had a point, after all he brought Hunter here a couple of weeks ago.
Turning off the engine, he asked, "Are you mad?”
"No, but Hunter said he's old, and it's boring here,” I confessed before hopping out of the truck.
"It's really not, you'll see. Creed has tons of books.” He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and walked me up the stairs. An older man welcomed my father followed by a man my father's age. They were friends it seemed.
"This is my son Gage,” my dad said to the man, then turned to me and added, "This is my friend Creed and his nephew Kane." I shook their strong hands wondering would I ever be that strong?
"Come inside. We're celebrating my daughter's birthday. She's four today,” Mr. Kane said.
"Wow, my birthday was yesterday with my sister Chloe." I couldn’t believe that our birthdays were so close. There weren’t as many babies born to shifters so sharing a birthday so close was new to me.
"Happy Birthday, Gage,” Creed said to me with a smile on his face.
"Come meet my son Kane Jr. and the birthday girl Arabella."
"That sounds like a princess name,” I blurted out absentmindedly.
"She is my princess,” he said with a smile. When we walked into the house I looked around the room and there were loads of books. My father was right for bringing me, I was like a kid in a candy store. Books everywhere. I was eyeing some books on the far-left shelf that caught my attention when a little girl pulled on my hand. I looked down at the little princess. She had red hair that curled at the bottom, something about her reminded me of the Little Mermaid. She was dressed as a pretty princess with a miniature pink ball gown
Instantly I knew that she was special. Her face told me that she had a heart of an angel, but the smirk told me that one day she would make some shifter lose his mind.
“Hi,” she said, handing me a crown. “You’re my handsome prince. Come here, we’re going to dine at the royal table.” She grabbed my hand and tugged me along. I looked at my father for help, but all he and the others could do was crack up. Yes, I was certain that this little redhead princess would have her mate under her thumb.
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Hell By Elena M. Reyes
Prologue
What was hell?
If you asked a member of any church today, they’d say it was nightmarish—a dark and gloomy place filled with horrific images and boughs of endless pain. A place where demons roamed freely, feeding off the dregs of the deceased.
A part of humanity that lost its moral compass: the common sinner.
These pour souls sinned in order to achieve greatness; sold their very essence to attain the vanity-filled dreams everyone covets:
Money.
Power.
Respect.
And at the end they’d find themselves with nothing but eternal pain.
Then there were those we called our loved ones. Targeted, they lost the small morsel of their souls that made them good. It made them an easy target.
At the very least, that was what the religious people of the world claimed. Wanted us to believe.
Neither of those descriptions meant shit to me. Religion never mattered much. Not when you’d lost so much and witnessed firsthand just what losing faith did to a person.
I wasn’t most people.
Most had chosen to believe the words drilled into their minds from an early age, but I knew better. Hell wasn’t somewhere dark where the eternal flames glowed and the sinners were condemned to—to pay for the unforgivable deeds of their past life. Acts that were unforgivable in the eyes of the church.
Stealing.
Killing.
Coveting.
In my reality, though, that was a blatant lie.
Hell was here, surrounding us day in and day out. We paid for our sins in life, not death. One way or another, karma would collect those that wronged another. No one, no matter who the fuck they were, could escape this bitch named life.
Problem was that no matter how much I looked at my current situation, I was at a loss. What the fuck had I done to deserve her?
My hell—the one that tortured me while both awake and asleep—wasn’t dark or terrifying. It wasn’t painful in the general sense. Well, that was unless you counted the pain my cock had suffered to be life threatening. I guess it could be considered cruel; she loved to torture me when I couldn’t react or make her pay.
“You are here to work, not fuck me. My pussy’s not on your daily task sheet!”
I’d never been so hard…so f
ucking swollen, as I’d been in her presence. Twitching and pulsating against the zipper of my Levi’s, I hurt, and she refused to right the wrong she’d created.
“I don’t fuck my employees…not even the promising outline of your big cock will change that.”
You see, my personal hell was all wrapped up in a lustful package. A body created by God himself, made for the sole purpose of fucking up my quiet and ordinary life. This woman brought me down to my knees—demanded that I pay on a daily basis for the lustful thoughts and impulses she, herself, caused.
“Worry about making sure all the drywall on this floor is up; drilling me isn’t on the agenda and never will be.”
And I would gladly repent daily, on my knees at her temple, if she would just give in to me.
My version of hell was a woman. A cock tease.
A woman whose inner and outer beauty surpassed the normal standard society had deemed appropriate. Janelle was a temptress, my personal mistress.
Rendered me incapable of both speech and function at times when all I wanted to do was make her mine. One day Janelle would break me, of that there was no doubt. Problem was that in pushing me past my breaking point, she was losing her power over me and becoming my target. My prey.
When that day came, I would take her without mercy. With no remorse because by then she would be as consumed in her need for me as I was for her.
This woman, angel, or my personal demon, has had my dick hard, leaking and begging for her attention since she first entered my life all those glorious months ago. Now, it was her turn to be miserable.
To feel an eighth of the demands my body made whenever she entered a room. I would make her beg me. Come from a mere look.
Janelle would cry out for me one day, and only then would I gift her my cock.
Her time was up.
I was coming for her.
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