Forever
the Storm
Taken
Series Book 3
A
part of me saw her as a delicate beauty that needed protecting. But
she wasn't a flower that gets torn apart in a storm; she was the
storm.
Before
it’s over, someone will die.
Attacks
are coming from all sides: arrests, sabotage, picketing, even being
framed for murder. Who is the invisible force behind it all?
And
what secrets has Joe Bishop been keeping about both Adriane’s and
Alec’s pasts?
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out the other books in the series:
Endless
as the Rain (Book 1)
For
Adriane Graham, the real question comes down to this: “Am I Alec
Kaden’s guest…Or his prisoner?”
Adriane
is kidnapped by the son of a mobster. Alec is certainly dangerous,
but is he a threat to her or is he truly trying to protect her from
attempts on her life? She must uncover the truth of his past, how it
entwines with her own, if she wants to survive.
Overcast
(prequel)
Alec Kaden is the
son of organized crime. But that’s not what causes him to be cold,
and anger to crawl up his spine. He trusts his father’s
judgment—his mother’s death in childbirth was his fault. Only one
person can calm the monster inside him, but he will not allow her to
know him, to see through him and find the darkness lurking behind his
detachment. Will he forever remain her invisible protector?
Echo
Through the Mist (Book 2)
Can
Adriane handle Stein’s connection to her past and the truth of his
motivations?
As
Alec and Adriane investigate the reason his father’s old organized
crime competitor returned to the city, Adriane eventually realizes
Alec is hiding something from her. Will his continued secrecy
threaten their relationship? Will the truth of Stein’s motivations
rip Adriane away from Alec?
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M.S.
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transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in
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Excerpt
Sometime
in the night, I pulled up to the hotel, and made it inside and up to
my floor. Thankfully, inside the hotel was quiet. Most of the other
guests were asleep. I couldn’t fathom sleep.
I
opened the door to my room.
“I
was starting to worry.” Joe was sitting on the sofa at the far side
of the room.
Quickly,
I closed the door. The last thing I needed was for the press to find
out I had a man in my room.
“Not
to worry,” he said. “No one knows I’m here.”
“How’d
you get in my room?”
He
smiled and raised an eyebrow.
“Right,”
I said. “Leader of probably the best ring of thieves in history.
Almost forgot.”
“Acting
leader, not rightful leader.”
I
took off my coat, dumped my bag on the desk, and then plopped down in
the armchair next to the sofa. “What can I do for you?” I asked.
“First,
I wondered if I might ask a rather personal question.”
“About
Alec and me.”
“That,
I was working under the assumption is a hoax.”
“Your
assumption is correct.” I didn’t bother asking how he knew or
requesting that he keep the secret. If anyone knew how to keep
secrets, it was Joe.
His
chubby cheeks rose a bit as he smiled. “Good.”
“If
that wasn’t the personal question,” I said, “what is?”
“I
was wondering how well you knew your mother.”
That
certainly wasn’t what I’d expected. “Uh, well, I was really
young when she died. I guess there are some things I only know
because my dad told me.”
“May
I ask what you do remember?”
I
hesitated. But then I decided to answer; he’d earned some trust. “I
remember she always made me feel like my dad and I were the center of
her life. And her painting.”
“She
didn’t have any other interests?”
“Nothing
more significant than keeping a clean house.”
“No
close friends?”
“I
assume so, but I don’t remember.” Then I added, “Why all this
interest in my mother?” First the painting, and now this.
He
slid forward in his seat. “I must confess I haven’t been entirely
forthcoming with you.”
“I
figured as much.”
He
raised an eyebrow.
I
waited for him to go on.
“I
think I know why you’ve never met any family from her side.”
“She
was an only child, and her parents are gone.”
He
tilted his head and nodded. “That’s not untrue.”
“What
do you mean that’s not untrue? What’re you talking about?”
“I
think she refrained from lying to you as much as possible, but she
did hide things. I assume she intended to tell you more once you were
older. I am certain your father knew everything, at least mostly.”
“What
in the world are you talking about?”
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