Novels by Jaclynn Jones

When I woke up the next day, Cooper was by my side, snuggled up to me. My brother was safe and under the same roof. Madison had a bodyguard stalking her 24/7. All was right with the world. I checked my phone and realized I’d still never reached out to my sketch artist man friend, Eric. He probably thought I’d forgotten about him. Seven missed texts. Apparently, he’d been worried about me. I messaged him and let him know a bit about what had been going on, the summarized version. Enough for him to know I’m not staying at my house anymore and for right now, I didn’t know when I’d be able to get together. I’m not sure that we should get together, but I left that part out. As much danger as I’d put my brother and Mads in just be knowing them, I didn’t want to add someone else into the mix. It’d probably be better for Eric to never see me again at this rate. Things weren’t looking promising, unless I moved another person into the mansion. Mitchell would murder me himself.

“Once upon a time, in a kingdom long ago” I took off my shoe and threw my shoe at him. Riley sat to my right and snickered. “Ow!” Mitchell yelled. “Fine, I’ll be serious. But really, it was a long time ago. There are stories about your family. Consider them essentially vampire fairy tales. We’ve all heard myths about your bloodline and of your family. Originally, your family was a line of witches.” “Witches? Ha!” “If you insist on interrupting me this time, I will not tell you. Thi

Riley just stared at me questioningly the whole way to the mansion. I guess he gave up on trying to figure out what was going on and just figured I’d explain everything later. I would. Barring the next kidnapping. We pulled into the underground entrance, and the boys pulled Chris out first. He was still unconscious, serves him right. They didn’t tell me where they were taking him, just disappeared. I’ll find out later, if anyone should know, it’s me since he was after me to begin with. There are still a lot of unanswered questions that I have. I better help Riley understand things better first, he deserved that much after this experience. As soon as we walked in, Cooper ran to me. I forgot they’d picked up my dog and not a minute too soon. I’d hate to think of what could have happened to him if the Barton gang showed up at my house. I pet his fl

We arrived at the tunnel Elm Place entrance shortly before 10pm. The whole gang was here in a limousine. So much for subtle. You’d think we were all off to prom rather than a rescue mission. I got out of the gigantic eyesore and had a small camera attached to my stud earing for them to spy on me. Technology is really improving these days. I remember the gigantic cameras that my family used to film all of our holidays and birthdays with. Okay, I’m aging myself. And I’m off topic. Focus. Rescue. Don’t die.I walked over the where the entrance should be, donning the “Closed” sign as Google said it would. Mitchell had told me that to enter, I just needed to open the door. Seems easy enough. I guess the closed sign was all it took to ward of most people. It would have worked for me if Mitchell didn

Not one word from Riley’s friends so far. Mitchell had someone looking into it and was calling around still. It seemed like he was a leader of sorts here. I wonder if that was a government official type thing as well or just a role, he sort of fell into with the group. The patriarch of the “family”. I still hadn’t seen the others, but a maid (I think) came in to check on me. She was very sweet; I think she could sense I was upset. She definitely did not seem like a vampire. I guess it would be hard to tell, but she didn’t have the same demeanor as the others. She was… Innocent. At least in comparison. My cell phone started ringing, with the caller ID reflecting “Unknown”. I used to never answer these calls, but I also have never been dead before. First time for everything. “Hello?” Silence. &

We pulled into a gated underground tunnel near a large mansion on land in Dallas. I didn’t realize any houses had land in Dallas proper. I thought it was only in the suburbs. They must be rich. “You didn’t tell me you had a Batcave.” Lucas laughed. “It is for functionality reasons only – we can’t walk in the sun like you. We’d rather not be deep-fried on the way into our home.” Once Lucas parked, the van doors opened, and I saw a large garage around us with an elevator. Yep, they must be rich. I doubt they hypnotized a mortgage company into gifting them this. “Do you guys work? Family money?” I asked and Elyse giggled. “No need. When you live as long as we have and are able to persuade people in