Novels by Misha Anderson

CHAPTER 5 BIANCAWHAT IS LOVE (JOHNY ALF)Just looks, then smile, then likeYou looked at me, then you smiled, you made me like itI wanted to control my heartBut the emotion was so greatFrom your mouth I heard, I want you.I wanted to respond, I wanted to hug youEverything failedBut you held me and kissed me.Now I can argueIf you ask what love isJust look, then smile, then likeSometimes the dream is much more interesting than our reality. I know I have to wake up, but I still keep my eyes closed, holding myself in the sensations of a delicious dream. In that dream, I stare at Nahan, frightened and frail, facing me, completely naked.And when I look at his hands, they are fastened by thick fetters, which hurt his skin. I wipe away his tears and caress his hands. I take a key from the dress’ neckline, and with it I open his shackles, his handcuffs.He is free and I also feel free.Nestled in his arms, I feel him grabbing me with his strong hands by my waist, bringing me to his

CHAPTER 4BIANCANahan has just left my room, I look in the mirror, still lost in the sensations that I experienced for the first time. I've touched my body a few times, too few to be honest, but it's never been this way, as intense as now. I seek answers and I can’t understand myself: Nahan kidnapped me, plucked me from the bosom of my family, because of his personal revenge, the feelings I should feel for him should be of hatred, anger, repulsion; not this desire, this visceral urge to have him, to be his.I have always been a pruned girl, sexually and emotionally, my family's rigid religious beliefs have always made me believe that the pursuit of pleasure was ugly, vulgar, dirty.But when I am in Nahan’s arms I feel so beautiful, desired, complete. I blame myself and I'm ashamed, of what I feel for him, with him, it's wrong, it can only be wrong ...I finish getting dressed and when I'm about to leave the room, I hear knocks on the door. I open the door slowly, worried about being

CHAPTER 3NAHANI walk impatiently, walking half lost, inside my own palace without knowing for sure what to do or how to act.What the hell is happening to me anyway?Wandering around the house, unnoticed, I'm already in the kitchen, like a boy, looking for Thurayya's support.Thura is my aunt, she was my nanny and breast mother, besides being my cook, housekeeper, and shoulder to cry on at the times I needed and when I didn’t.I go into the kitchen and the three cooks line up, as I walk through the door. Sometimes these protocols hit me. I raise my chest, trying to demonstrate to myself some authority, even though I am so lost, I cross my hands behind my back and do it with a nod.Jasmine anticipates and returns the greeting, bowing unnecessarily.- Good morning, Your Majesty.- Good morning, Jasmine, Fatimah, Nair. Where is Thurayya?Fatimah steps forward and stutters trying to explain, why do most of the time, people stutter when talking to me? Do I seem so rigid? I'd rather not t

CHAPTER 2"You do not do any good In liking, someone Nor me, nor me, nor meWho invented love was not IIt was not me, it was not me. It was not me or anyone. "Dorival Caymmi, Nor meBIANCAI move my body slowly in soft sheets and my skin shivers as it grazes on the satin, which caresses my body. I open my eyes slowly, fantasizing that last night was just a crazy nightmare and when I take courage, I lean on my elbows, I look at the sofa and I see that everything I have lived was the purest reality.I was kidnapped by a king of a country that I never even knew existed, he is without a doubt the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life and all this would be rather bizarre if that guy was not now watching me with the calmest face on earth, after telling me loud and clear that my days are numbered.He looks at me in disbelief and I realize that he has already bathed and changed.His hair is still damp, which gives me a strange urge to see if it is as soft as I imagine, and y

"You do not do any good In liking, someone Nor me, nor me, nor meWho invented love was not IIt was not me, it was not me. It was not me or anyone. "(Dorival Caymmi, Nor me)BIANCAI move my body slowly in soft sheets and my skin shivers as it grazes on the satin, which caresses my body. I open my eyes slowly, fantasizing that last night was just a crazy nightmare and when I take courage, I lean on my elbows, I look at the sofa and I see that everything I have lived was the purest reality.I was kidnapped by a king of a country that I never even knew existed, he is without a doubt the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life and all this would be rather bizarre if that guy was not now watching me with the calmest face on earth, after telling me loud and clear that my days are numbered.He looks at me in disbelief and I realize

KING NAHAN She continues to cry, without making boasts, quiet and placid like a sheep going to be sacrificed. It troubles me this frail girl, she does not quarrel, not curse me, she still doesn’t believe in the end that is waiting for her. And I strangely also look closely at those deep, vivid blue eyes and I find it difficult to believe that I will be able to end her life. But my plans must follow their course, Sheikh Karim did not have a second thought, pity on my wife and daughter. He knew that in that damn car were the only people who made my life have any sense and yet blew them to pieces. Since that day my life has been shattered too, in small and miserable little pieces of self-

CONNOR I get off my truck in a hurry, I really miss my family, my wandering pack of lost wolves. Everything is the same, the Vaugh ranch never losses its charm. Built with noble wood, varnished, wide windows and the old bench on the porch. Rustic, simple and cozy, like the four of us. All is the same way of when I left, my house, my refugee, where my brothers and I grew up and became men. I put down my backpack and I climbed up the porch stairs yelling and no one came to answer the door, where are they? Adam and Hunter don’t live here anymore, but they said they would be at the ranch tonight so we would see each other here, to have a few beers celebrating my return to Portland, then why is the house empty? And the lights are off? I go to the back door that is on our backyard and when I open it a choir of familiar v

CONNOR The Fire Department patio of Portland is full of people. Today is our department’s birthday and a big event is happening to celebrate this important date. During the graduation, the announcer tells me to get a stand out place on the authorities stage. “Lieutenant Vaugh, three steps forwards.” I position myself in front of Colonel Twain, salute him and he gives me an honor medal for excellence, professionalism and relevance in my services, the re

THE STRAGGLERSBOOK 3: CARE A FIRST LOOK: CONNOR VAUGH & LUNA AGNELLI CONNOR VAUGH The kermess is very lively, I enjoy the day off, something very uncommon in my life, to catch up with my friends. I drink a Budweiser with Jared and Phill, friends from the battalion. “Don’t you miss vacations, Lieutenant Vaugh, it will be two years since you’ve taken vacations.”&nb

HUNTER VAUGH “Come here, Mel, come here with daddy.” Melanie smiles one of her smiles that disarms me, with four teeth and she crawls on the ranch porch. She supports herself on Adam’s legs and gets up slowly, one little step after the other, falling five steps later. “That’s it, my princess, one step at the time.” Damy opens the living room door with Jeremiah on his neck, I get Jerry from his father’s arms and I nibble his fat little belly, while Mel in wrapped around Damy’s legs and stretches out her arms asking to be picked up. Adam carries Melanie to the back of the ranch, to our yard,

HUNTER I opened the ranch door and as soon as I entered the living room, I saw Connor stare at the suitcase in my hand and quickly his smile died on his face. “Hi, Hunt, di… did something ha… happened?” Kay closed the refrigerator and came towards me, he stopped chewing an apple by seeing the bleakness on my face. “Fuck, Hunt, Maggie dumped you, was it? What the fuck did you do this time, old man?” How could I answer Kay’s question with dignity? How should I start numbering the shits I did that ended up fucking my relationship with Maggie?

MAGGIE The fist image I see when I wake up is Hunter’s face. His eyes are red and teary, but even so, my Big Guy smiles at me. A weak and sad smile, that I insist in finding out why is on the face I so much love. He holds my hand and asks worried. “Hey, baby, how are you feeling, my love?” “Still dizzy, a little pain.” I look to the empty crib by my side and ask Hunter why my children are not here. “Where are the babies, love? Why they haven’t brought them yet? They must be hungry, they need to be fed.&rdq

BONUS CHAPTERTHE STRAGGLERS - BOOK 2 OWN HUNTER VAUGHI have a feeling there’s a heavy metal band playing only in my head, I open my eyes very slowly and light hits my iris like a thousand needles.With difficulty I sit on the bed and look around, two naked women sleep entangled together and I make and effort to remind me how did I end up here. This is not my bedroom, I drag myself to the edge of the bed and I get up, stretching myself. The sheet falls off and I hear one of them whistling, provoking me. “What a tasty little ass, right, Sickle?”I smile ratter yellow and get the sheet from the floor, covering myself again.

Peace? Tranquility? That is for common men, mere mortals, not to me, the leader of a pack of straggler wolves, damn messy guys that because of a Mother Nature’s joke, are my brothers. Even though I live is a short distance from these guys, still, there’s no day that they don’t knock on my door to bother me and my female. I open my eyes annoyed for having to wake up so early and then I stare at the alarm clock, I confirm it’s eight o’clock in the morning, hell, eight o’clock, I’m going to get to the police station late again. I was a punctual sheriff, until my little bunny got pregnant and her huge belly bothered her when it was time to sleep.&nbs

SAMANTHA THOMPSON Adam open his eyes and before he closed them again, he smiles at me, I kiss him on his warm lips and he falls asleep again. He’s fever has gone down, but my heart is recoiled, sad, for seeing my love like this, so frail. Uncle Quinn knocks on the door and enters with Hunt, Connor and Kayden, asking me: “How’s Adam?” I touch his forehead and watch his appearance that’s visibly better. “It seems that his fever broke but he’s still very weak, uncle Quinn.”

ADAM VAUGH We were out two nights in a row, I look through the car window and is cloudy, a storm is coming. Afternoon falls, soon it will be almost three days that Samantha was kidnapped and we don’t have get a clue. I called my brothers and set up with Hunter and Kayden at our meeting point, we got in a diner near the road that goes to Mount Hood Meadows, one of the main ski resorts in the state of Oregon. I ordered three double coffees and Hunter and Kayden ordered a large rare porterhouse steak portion. Our wolves are on the surface, I can almost feel the pleasure of a deadly hunt, of feeling in my throat my prey getting destroyed in my mouth. We were making an effort to control the beasts that live inside us, but because of the stress we were under, I don

ADAM VAUGH A country band plays a beautiful song on the stage of the kermess and I hold Sam by the waist even tighter, I’m in ecstasy with the smooth scent of flower and freshness that’s coming from her sun colored hair. My hands go up her blouse and tremble to touch her the naked skin of her back, my mind swirls in one question: what if she doesn’t accept? And what if Sam realizes that staying with me is just a stupid thing? I keep imaging how dad felt when he asked mom to marry him, the fear of being rejected and the decision to honor the name Vaugh and throw myself in the unexpected. The right thing to do is to take the risk and hope she wants me and loves me the same way I love her, from the first time I put my eyes on heres, through the half open door of her house.&

SAMANTHA THOMPSON It’s hard to admit that the feeling of being protected, scares me as much as it comforts me. I left home really young, I always had to get by on my own from a very early age, so all this interaction with a man that opens his arms to me and protects me from danger is a new experience in my life. Since the investigators Taylor and Lopez are after me, following my steps, Adam accompanies me everyday to Mathews. Sitting in a corner table at the bar, investigator Lopez laughs at the irony of me arriving with Adam another day. “Well, well, if it isn’t waitress Samantha and her new nanny arriving to work. From what I can see, things at the police station must real