Novels by C.M. Reynolds

Grey's POV “I had this entire plan to go to dinner and then the boardwalk. I’d even rehearsed what to say at least a thousand times today…But I realized that when you’ve lived through what we have, the promises were already there. To me, a ring a no ring, yes or a no, my heart is and always will be

Elodie's POV SIX MONTHS LATER I'd already been waiting three hours after his meeting and my patience was too thin to test. He'd been acting shifty all day, almost as if he was hiding something. In fact, I knew he had been with the way he shuffled away from me whenever I tried to look at the screen

"I swear to God if I survive this I am going to become a demanding girlfriend." I grinned at the title she gave herself that I loved hearing, even in anger. Maybe even more so. "I will do everything with a smile. Now please, baby, you have to go." She sighed before standing. Leaning over me with a

Grey's POV I wasn't lying when I told her it was a risk. Not only to dance with death but in the return. Knowing if I were to wake as a human that it would be without the strength needed to protect her from the elements now out of my control, I felt more vulnerable than being formerly encaged in si

"It was a risk, but I had a feeling it would pay off to bet on you.""What are talking about?""Kinsey explained how she was able to become a human after I killed her the first time. Tied to Aslan's line, he gave his life as Alden had done for you. Since you were the one to kill me...I was able to c

Elodie's POVI never wanted to be one of those girls dependent on anyone. But losing someone like Grey Alluna was as if the sky no longer held stars, the gravity was purposeful but hollow in my heart and my head, and the oxygen I was forced to take was more painful than needed. I took mindless step

Jackson's POV“I'm so nervous…” Amara confessed while bouncing on her toes and bringing her fresh manicure to her teeth. I carried her hands gently to my lips for a kiss of calming as it seemed to work long enough for her to chastize me with a look alone. “You've worked hard for this and you've earned it. Pretty soon you'll have all of Massachusetts wearing “Lena”.” Her eyes swelled at the idea. Not because of her pride but because of how it honored her mother. Each model was set to exit with a shawl of her mother's favorite style which was an Easter egg of sorts to those who knew the detail. Like me. Like Leon. Even after the years since she was gone, he was hopelessly devoted to her. I understood the pull now more than ever. “Two minutes, Mrs Maldori.” The coordinator explained as I reached for the table behind us for the champagne I stole earlier. “Not that you need luck…” She looked at the drink before cocking her jaw to the side. “

Amara's POVOne. Silence. Two.Movement from the ground that settled a few seconds later. Three. Paranoia to every passing second that felt like an eternity for what was an encompassment of sixty seconds. Four. An eerie stillness that made every small sound from my restless body shifting in the car send my heart to pump overtime. Five. Not a second later and my feet were on the pavement towards the rear entrance he had taken. Just as my hand wrapped around the cold metal of the handle, I was pulled back by a brutal hand. “You're not going in there.” A familiar face from Jackson's brigade attempted to obey his boss's demands. “Try and stop me.” I tried for the door again. This time, he used both arms with a bruising force that gave me the motivation I needed to convince him to release me. “And how would Mister Maldori feel looking at my skin tonight and finding bruises because of you.” He clenched b

Amara’s POVI don't think I can ever get used to Jax Maldori. He is the alter ego of the man I held in my arms not even an hour ago. Jackson was shed and molded into this man dripping with confidence and commandments. His entire persona was demanding enough that not even security dared to check him for the weapons I saw him put beneath his sable clothes. And the women, they were openly ogling him. He scoffed to see me glare at one in particular that fixed her bust to appear more full for him and his response was to kiss my cheek and tug me tighter against him. “Focus, baby.” I fixed my own confidence as we came to a table layered with cigar smoke thick enough to choke on. I glared through the heaviness also affecting my eyes before he took a seat in the chair, guiding me onto his lap. “You know the rules, Maldori. No bitches while we play.” I went to speak but he pressed a firm hand on my open thigh under the table. “I'm not getting rid of my lucky cha

Jackson's POVIs it a problem that I prefer to stay awake long after she's fallen asleep just so I can admire her? The issue is that I can't decide if sleep is worth the lack of contact because my dreams are nothing compared to the reality of her. The scent of her hair and the memory of it wrapped around my wrist as I take her from behind. The satin skin in its perfect curvaceousness and the way she wears my marks so proudly. The trembling thighs and how they wrap around my waist or my face when my body begs to please her. The way her voice climbs to a crescendo in passion and defensiveness. I am enraptured. I am hopeless. I am truly a deviant for all this Amara Maldori. My cock is painful, tempted to slide between her legs in the middle of the night. If I hadn't already made her mine three times I would take her again. But her body was still recovering from how relentless we were to one another. I decided I was going to my office to ge

Amara’s POVIs it technically considered cabin fever if your walls of imprisonment consist of a six bedroom house on twelve acres? Because even if the sun came through the bay window of the reading nook I occupied more often than not or the food was prepared to the degree of award-winning, I was restless. The crutches were finally recycled last week and I was left with a heavy boot that made me limp from even the most basic of movements, and I was under intensive care of watchful eyes. None more precise than Jackson himself as he made it his mission to keep his focus on me throughout the day. “Baby!” He scolded as I was already halfway down the steps before he rushed to my arm. “I'm not glass…” I reminded but he didn't respond. We had already argued frequently about me being babied. He wouldn't even give me more than a peck on my cheek and that was with repetitive begging. In fact, this grip was the most intimate we had been for the last few months. “Y

Jackson’s POVThe problem with being obsessed with someone is that when they need to stand alone, you become disassembled from reality. You can't help but look at the time and its grueling pace, willing it faster until you can see them again. Even as the evidence of the time spent with her was still on my skin and in the sheets, I was itching to get her back here again. It wasn't going to be long, and it was necessary for her, but it still left me pacing since I pulled myself away from the sheets wearing her scent. One minute late wasn't a reason for concern. Thirty had me already dressed and moving towards my car in the private garage as Cutter's phone had gone unanswered along with hers. We allotted about an hour for the meeting which meant that she was already away from me for almost two. I tried to rationalize the silence as me overreacting, waiting for them to come through the door blaming traffic. But after fifteen minutes and my lack of patience, I was

Brooks' POV I could see the weak resemblance now. Only when looking between them could you see the true similarities. The shape of the eyes, the bend of the cupid's bow, and the way either of them could lift a brow before they would disagree with you. But right now for sharing blood, Virginia almost seemed stunned to see the woman. I couldn't blame her but it didn't beg the question why she was here and how in the hell she was my client. "I just want five goddamn minutes!" She barked and after this latest outburst, Virginia lowered the steps and stood across her mom. She studied her and I realized it must have been because she was sober. There was evidence of use from the sallow skin and sunken eyes but it was clear she hadn't used anything hard for quite some time. "D

Virginia's POVThere's something I've noticed about my burgeoning sexuality. The more I experience, the more I want. Not in a consuming way like a genuine addiction, but in the way that I trust my partner enough to explore every avenue that fascinates us both. It shows in the silent moments between us with those loaded smiles and quiet conversations behind our eyes. It is complete trust and admiration between two people with formerly broken perceptions of desire and misguided affection. I think we were fixing each other more and more with every little touch and every little moment. "Good morning..." He almost purred against my neck as Landon was turned around watching television as I packed his lunch for the day. Whatever food item I was on has become forgotten to the lips suddenly on my skin as it took everything I had not to moan to the warmth. "Do you think it's too early to convince you to sleep in my bed?" I chuckled and he playfully bit me. "I'm

Brooks' POV Although I tried to keep my exterior as calm as possible, every inch of my skin was vibrating for what was about to happen. Watching her fingers begin to peel apart my belt from its buckle, I could already feel precum leak from my head to imagine her taking me down past those innocent lips nobody knew pleasure from before. As she pulled the leather slowly towards her until it slid through the final loop, I had to will my hips to remain as still as possible to keep from frightening her with my gnawing desperation. "Virginia?" I rasped, my confidence slipping at the circumstances no longer being only a fantasy. She answered by looking up at me with wondrous eyes I was about to make water if she'd let me and I almost had to force her back to her feet just to keep a train of thought. "This is a first for

Virginia’s POV Reciprocation. It was all I could think about since last night. My only knowledge of it came from the handful of erotic romance novels I had the scarce time to read. The details were always more for entertainment than a method of teaching, which left me searching "tips and tricks" on my phone on and off throughout the day. But each time there had been the same comments that all circled back to communication. So that was where I started. But with the way he was looking at me, I wish I wouldn't have said anything. "Brooks?" I finally managed as he seemed frozen in time by my comment. I intended for it to

Brooks' POV "Go away, dad!" Landon sniffled from his side of the door. I still pushed through, finding a pillow at my face, before he threw his body back down on the bed as he continued to cry. "Do you want to talk about it?" "No!" He shouted beneath the muffling of his comforter. I sat at the foot of the bed and tried to apply comfort by my hand on his back and he moved away from me, almost sandwiching himself between the mattress and the wall. "I didn't know you had a crush on Virginia, Landon." "I love her!" I didn't blame him. She had a way of infecting your heart, the darker and more abandoned and the more she seemed to find a home there. Slowly fixing the fissures until all that was left was the warmth applied to f

Virginia's POVLaying all of the ingredients on the kitchen island, I tried to make sense of the recipe. As it seemed like an excess for what I theorized would be a quick preparation, I used Google to learn it was a pasta dish guaranteed to have a bit of a kick to it. I was excited to be beside him to help achieve the final result while one detail made me nibble at my already uneven nails for his reaction.The picture I'd sent him earlier in the day was from bravery that faded the second our conversation ended. After slipping on a new pair of panties, I carried on with my chores as Landon was due home later tonight. Now, I was waiting for the front door to come open with him discovering I disobeyed him. I was curious what he would do to punish me-if he was into that sort of thing.When he came through the door