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Until July (Until Her #1)(32) Author: Aurora Rose Reynolds “That’s one way to keep you quiet,” he mutters, and I take a pillow and throw it at him. He ducks as it flies over his head then prowls towards the bed. He picks me up under my arms, my legs wrap around his waist, and his mouth steals my breath as he leads me to the bathroom, where he takes me up against the shower wall before carrying me back to bed, where we spend the rest of the night. Our plans of meeting up with his friends forgotten. * “Babe, what the fuck are you doing?” Wes asks, looking at me under the table. “I dropped something,” I lie, feeling around on the floor like I really did drop something, but then regret it instantly when my hand runs over a piece of chewed-up gum. Eeewww! I wipe my hand on my jeans, cringing at the thought of what I just touched. “Get your ass up here,” he growls, and my heart, which was already beating hard, begins to beat erratically at the idea of my Uncle Nico who had walked into ...

Missing You(38) Author: Harlan Coben “What’s this?” Brandon asked. “The ATM video of your mom.” She clicked the link and hit the PLAY button. This time, she watched Brandon’s reaction more than the video. When his mother appeared at the ATM, Brandon’s face went slack. He never, not for a second, looked away from the screen. He didn’t blink. Kat had seen psychos who could channel Daniel Day-Lewis when it came to lying to the police. But there was no way this kid hurt his mother. “What do you think?” Kat asked. He shook his head. “What?” “She looks scared. And pale.” Kat turned back and watched the screen. Scared, pale—hard to say. Everyone looked drawn on an ATM surveillance video. The images were often less flattering than DMV photos. You are concentrating on a small screen and trying to push buttons and there is money involved and you are basically facing a wall. No woman looks her best under those circumstances. The video continued. Kat watched more carefully this time. It...

The Rainmaker(4) Author: John Grisham My hand shakes as I scrawl on my pad. Wham! Just like that, I've created four millionaires. "What about the rest?" I ask in a low whisper. She jerks backward, sits erectly and says, "Not a dime. They don't call me, never send gifts or cards. Cut 'em out." If I had a grandmother worth twenty million dollars I'd send flowers once a week, cards every other day, chocolates whenever it rained and champagne whenever it didn't. I'd call her once in the morning and twice before bedtime. I'd take her to church every Sunday and sit with her, hand in hand, during the service, then off to brunch we'd go and then to an auction or a play or an art show or wherever in the hell Granny wanted to go. I'd take care of my grandmother. And I was thinking of doing the same for Miss Birdie. "Okay," I say solemnly as if I've done this many times. "And nothing for your two children?" ...

Fourth Debt (Indebted #5)(32) Author: Pepper Winters “No, I do not repent!” Cut came toward me. His face was covered by an executioner’s black mask. In his hands rested a heavy gleaming axe, polished and sharpened and waiting to sever my neck. Bending toward me, he kissed my cheek. “Too late. You’re already dead.” “No!” “Oh, yes.” Daniel chuckled. Shoving me forward, the guillotine grew from simple bascule and basket into something horrendous. “Kneel.” I crashed to my knees, sobs suffocating me. “Don’t. Please, don’t. Don’t!” No one listened. Bonnie pressed my shoulders, forcing me to lean over the lunette and stare at the woven basket below. The same basket into which my head would roll. “No! No! Stop! Don’t do this!” “Goodbye, Nila Weaver.” The axe swung up. The sun kissed its blade. It came slicing down. A bell woke me. A tiny tinkle in the heavy swaddling of darkness. My heartbeat clashed with cymbals, and my hands swept up my throat. “No…” The diamonds still impriso...

Fourth Debt (Indebted #5)(35) Author: Pepper Winters I spiralled into craziness. My world reduced to blackness. Hawksridge Hall, with its sweeping porticos and acres of land, condensed into one tiny silver mask. Condensation rapidly formed from my breath. I gagged again and again. I lost everything that made me human. My screams turned to whimpers. I’m going to die. Each breath was worse than the one before. I fell to my side as vertigo got worse. Nausea crawled up my gullet. Do not throw up. If I did, I’d drown. There was no way out, no mouth piece. Only two tiny nose holes that didn’t provide enough oxygen. Images of the ducking stool came back. This was just as bad. Just as heinous. Claustrophobia gathered thicker, heavier, chewing holes in my soul. I can’t stand it. “Let me out!” The words were clear in my head, but the paddle pressing on my tongue made it garbled and broken. The faint sounds of laughter overrode the hiss and gallop of my frantic breathing. My hand...

The Home Court Advantage (Lawyers in Love #2)(18) Author: N.M. Silber “Yeah, well, you’re the only lawyer who’s ever made me fantasize about demanding sexual favors in exchange for a plea bargain. Do you know how many erotic dreams I’ve had about nailing you in the jury room while court was in session?” he asked with a tense laugh. “Yeah, I’m not really sure how I made all those months without breaking any laws. I remember I had this dream once that you were sitting up on the bench presiding as judge over a case and I was down on my knees …” “Stop! Please! Baby, I’m begging you. I can’t take anymore. I’m approaching stage three here!” He plowed his fingers through his hair and started striding back and forth at an almost frantic pace. I had a feeling he was trying to redistribute the blood flow in his lower regions. “We’ll be home in four hours,” I said. I tried not to think about what kind of condition I would be in by then, though. I had a feeling that I might be knocking him do...

Talon (Talon #1)(9) Author: Julie Kagawa For Tristan and I, that meant returning to the states and St. George’s western chapterhouse, a lonely outpost deep in the Mohave Desert near the Arizona/Utah state line. The Order had several chapters set up in England, the United States, and a few other countries, but this was home for me and my teammates. Those who had fallen in South America were given a hero’s burial and laid within our barren, sprawling cemetery, their graves marked with a simple white cross. They had no family to attend their funeral, no relatives to lay flowers at their grave. No one except their commanders and brothers-in-arms would see them laid to rest. The ceremony was simple, as it always was. I’d attended many funerals before, watched soldiers I’d known for years buried in neat ranks through the sand. It was a constant reminder and an accepted fact among the soldiers—this was what awaited us at the end of the road. After the ceremony, we returned to the barracks...