Viewing books by author : Samantha Young

Slumber

When I was a child the world smelled of summer.The heady perfume of the dancing wildflowers would hug my senses every time the breeze rattled their song and took them with it on its journey to soothe ...

Echoes of Scotland Street (On Dublin Street #5)

I think I’d worn Gran out with my music and my yapping on and on about Ewan. Her eyes kept fluttering closed and popping open and she’d mutter, “Oh dear,” every once in a while. My boyfriend, the afor...

Out of the Shallows (Into the Deep #2)

The heady scent of flowers filled the room. These days it clung to everything. Even after I washed my hands a dozen times, they still smelled as if I’d doused them in floral perfume.I turned from the ...

Into the Deep (Into the Deep #1)

“Did you go food shopping yet? Is the food expensive? Do you understand what half of it is?”I swallowed my laughter. “Mom, I’m in Scotland, not the Amazon.”“I know but they eat things we wouldn’t dare...

Before Jamaica Lane (On Dublin Street #3)

Every time we turned a corner the icy cold wind hammered into us, almost spitefully, like it was mad when a building buffered us. Its icicle-spiked fingers pricked my rosy red cheeks and I wrapped my ...

Fall from India Place (On Dublin Street #4)

I’d made a promise to myself when I stepped onto the cobbled streets of Edinburgh on the way to my first teaching job that I’d be the kind of teacher who would do whatever it took to reach my students...

Castle Hill (On Dublin Street #2.5)

My fingers moved fast but quietly across the keys of my laptop, and I’d adjusted the screen light so it wasn’t so blaring. I’d woken up in the middle of the night, wide-awake and itching to finish the...

Darkness, Kindled (Fire Spirits #4)

Let the Realms Have Mercy on Us AllAs Ari waited for his answer, she once again tried to ignore the blood splatter at the edge of her vision and the groans from the dying man strung up at the edge of ...

Moonlight on Nightingale Way (On Dublin Street #6)

I stared at the bright pink thong draped across the hand railing on the landing I shared with the new neighbor I had yet to meet. My first semi-introduction to him was last night when my work was grou...

Valentine (On Dublin Street #5.5)

Braden threw back the rest of his coffee. “I need to go.”“You haven’t even had breakfast yet.” I frowned at the scrambled eggs and toast I’d made him.“I’m sorry, babe, I’m late for this meeting.” He p...

One King's Way (On Dublin Street #6.5)

The abrasive noise filtered into Craig’s unconscious and ripped him right out of sleep. He blinked against the faint light filtering in from the purple curtains hanging at his bedroom window.The memor...

Down London Road

1 Edinburgh, Scotland I looked upon the piece of art and wondered what the heck I was looking at. To me it was just a bunch of lines and squares in different colours with some shading here and there. ...

Echoes of Scotland Street

I think I’d worn Gran out with my music and my yapping on and on about Ewan. Her eyes kept fluttering closed and popping open and she’d mutter, “Oh dear,” every once in a while. My boyfriend, the afor...

Hero

I curled my hands into fists to stop them from shaking as I made my way through the hallway into the open-plan living area of the penthouse apartment. It had high cathedral ceilings and a wall of wind...

Borrowed Ember

Prologue - Each Thread Pulled, Unravels Us Milions of granules of glittering sand were suspended in the air al around them like a curtain of fragmented earth that enveloped them entirely. Bright sunli...