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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 49826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 249(@200wpm)___ 199(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
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(Whispering Hollow #2) Nocturnal Flame

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Jordan Silver
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Enemies become lovers in the small sleepy town of Whispering Hollow, where more than the wind stirs at night. Nick has no use for the woman who betrayed him. Now he’s stuck with her for three months to carry out his late grandfather’s will. He avoids her during the daylight hours, but once night falls, she invades his dreams and his bed. How long before Nick realizes this is no dream?
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NICK

“Um… this is Ellie.”

“What the fuck do you want?” I knew who it was as soon as I heard her voice. After a year, it still has the same unwanted effect on me.

“Um, it's your grandpa. He's, he's in the hospital. He needs...”

“Is he…?” I was out of my chair with my heart in my lungs already.

“No-no, he's hanging on but please hurry; he wants to see you.” I was already moving towards my office door before she was through talking. Not grandpa. My mind ran to the last time I saw him. All that transpired then and the way things had ended. Why was it that we only regret shit when it’s too late?

“I’m going to be gone for the next little while.” Those were the only words I threw at my admin as I left the office. Later I’d call her with more instructions, but right now, I couldn’t think about my business, which was a joke because, according to the press and my associates. I eat, sleep, and breathe business.

“Simon, get the jet ready we’re going to the Hollow.” I hung up after speaking to my pilot as I climbed into the back of my limo. I gave the driver instructions to take me to my private hangar and sat back with my eyes closed, head resting back against the seat. There was a lump in my throat that I refused to acknowledge. Gramps will be okay; he has to be. I will not accept anything else.

I refused to call that jezebel back even though she was the one who would know more about what was going on than anyone else. My gut burned at the thought of why that was, and I shied away from it. I thought I was over this shit by now, but apparently not. Whatever!

This was not the time to revisit an old grudge. First, I have to see how grandpa is doing, and then I’ll deal with things. I closed my fists tight and willed myself to remain calm. Gramps would be the first to caution me about flying off the handle at the slightest provocation, something I’m pretty well known for.

I’m already resenting the time it’s going to take me to get to him and hating the fact that there’s nothing I can do about it; something else I have a problem with, according to the old man; my lack of patience.

Simon was waiting for me at the hangar, going over a final check of the jet with a flight plan already made. That’s why he’s my personal pilot; his efficiency and know-how are priceless in times like this.

We exchanged a brief nod before I climbed aboard and took my seat, looking out the window and seeing nothing. I put the laptop and everything else away, too preoccupied to concentrate on the half a billion-dollar deal I was in the middle of fine-tuning.

If I lost my gramps now, none of that would matter; nothing much would. Why didn’t I think of that in the last year while I’d been distancing myself from him? The one man who’d loved and protected me his whole life, and I’d practically turned my back on him.

It was all that bitch’s fault. If he dies before I get a chance to see him, I will make it my mission in life to destroy her. I felt the heat of anger that was always present whenever thoughts of her intruded—the scheming, conniving little tramp.

I should wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze the life out of her. I had to calm down before I gave myself a coronary. No use in getting this upset now what’s done is done, but she better hope that he’s alive when I get there, or there will be hell to pay.

We landed a couple of hours later, and I headed straight to the hospital. I was still dressed in my Armani business suit and tie though I’d ditched the jacket and rolled up the sleeves of my shirt. I kept my eyes covered with the dark shades I always wore when out in public.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and I had no interest in the world seeing my soul. It was not always a pretty sight though the ethics and morals the old man had instilled in me from an early age fought hard to hold on.

She was the first thing I saw when I was led into the private room where they had the old man. That anger that only she could invoke in me came rushing to the surface hard and fast, and when she looked up at me, the battle began. I have no idea why someone I hate this much can make my cock harder than it gets for anyone else.


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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21347 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 107(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
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Nocturnal Love

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In the small town of Whispering Hollow strange things are happening.

He comes to me in the night
When I moved to the sleepy little town to inherit the house a long forgotten great aunt left me I never expected my life to change so drastically. I’d settled in, felt welcomed by all, except for the elusive billionaire who seemed to be the only one not thrilled to have me here. So why then is he the one I dream of? Night after night, the most vivid and intense dreams that leave me breathlessly wanting for more.

I see her in my dreams
Can someone please tell me, why the woman I have no uses or during my waking hours has suddenly become the only thing I dream of? It’s happening more and more of late and I can’t seem to stop myself. Some of the most intense dreams that seem so real that upon awakening I find myself reaching out for her. Now the dreams are no longer enough as I’ve grown an obsession to be near her always and the need seems to come from a place deep inside.
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Jessica

It happened again. I went to sleep in my bed and awakened in the little closet I’d turned into a home office. But how did I get here? Again? I looked down at my naked self and blushed. Am I sleepwalking? But why now at the age of twenty-five when I’ve never done it before?

I shook my head as I got to my feet, the large numbers on the clock face said I had less than an hour to get dressed have breakfast and head out the door to get to my job as a librarian at the only library in the small town I now call home.

A quick shower and a granola bar later I was on my way to work, walking the few short blocks it would take me to get there. I forgot all about my midnight mystery as I took in the beauty of my surroundings.

Unlike in the city, snowfalls here tend to stay whiter longer on the front lawns of the little gingerbread houses in the sleepy neighborhood where my great aunt, a woman I hadn’t seen since childhood had left me her hundred-plus year old home.

I never would’ve chosen this place as my home had it not been for the most horrible breakup in the history of relationships. It came equipped with a conniving best friend, a whole slew of once trusted acquaintances who knew what was going on but found it more profitable not to say anything to me, and a fiancé who didn’t know which direction his zipper was supposed to be in while in the company of anything with a vagina.

Almost a year later I’m happy I made the move though, because had I not, I would’ve missed out on one of the most serene, peaceful life experiences, and that’s something I needed at the time and still do come to think of it.

I’d inherited my aunt’s menagerie of friends, most of whom were in their golden years, and were happy to have some young blood in the midst, as they like to tease, and I’d settled right in as if I belonged. In fact, I’d slipped right into life here as though I was born to it. Now I can’t imagine my life without my new home and friends and have no plans on going back.

As I reached the steps that lead up to the old library that was almost as old as the town’s two hundred years, I had a fleeting thought of the one thing that makes me feel a tad bit unsettled about the place. Garret Summerland.

Even thinking his name sent a shiver down my spine and made my flesh feel hot to the touch. I looked around surreptitiously, almost expecting to find him seated across the street in the old Bentley he’s fond of driving around the small town.

He’s such an odd mix of sexy reserve and mysterious bad boy, the kind your mom warns you about as soon as you get your first period. So far, he’s the only one in the small town that doesn’t seem to accept me. He’s never come right out and said it, but every time I’ve been in his presence, I get the feeling that he does not approve.

It could be because he’s the wealthiest guy in town, even though he’s one of the youngest. In fact, before I moved here, he was the only one in our age demographic, even though he’s ten years older than me at thirty-five.

Or maybe it’s because he’d only moved here the year before I did and had had the run of the place all to himself as the youngest citizen in the little town that was miles away from anywhere. I’m sure he used to be hot shit before I came into the picture and still is come to think of it, so I don’t really know what his problem is.

I shook thoughts of him out of my head, not pleased that they’ve been coming more and more frequently here of late. But as I opened the door with the old fashioned key that must be the only one left anywhere in the world, I still found myself looking back over my shoulder.

The rest of the day was without incident and I found myself getting anxious the closer it came time to lock up and go home. I’d seen the same regular faces I see every day, heard pretty much the same stories I always listen to, and laughed at all the right moments.

Now it was time to go home to my empty house and wait for the night to come. I felt my heart race at the thought and hurried my step through the melting snow that was fast becoming slush on the sidewalk.

By the time I reached the backdoor my mind had switched gears and I was thinking only of the stew I’d left cooking in the slow cooker this morning. The scent of it hit me as soon as I opened the door and my mouth watered. First things first!


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