Best James Bond Novels & Stories

Who is this guy? Why haven’t I screamed yet? Should I call the police? No, maybe? How did he find me? Stella continued to look at the man in front of her while her mind what racing. He cleared his throat and said “My name is James, James Bond.” Lunafuckingtic.

"Dad, you made a pinky promise—you'd never split me and Elaine up. If Elaine can't come with me to the big ceremony, then count me out." James's bold stance said it all—Malcolm was totally wrapped around his finger. Malcolm paused, then turned to me with a look that was all apologies. "James is still new here and without any friends. I'm worried he'll get spooked. Let's just say yes to Elaine tagging along, okay?" He seemed worried I would get the wrong idea, so he quickly said, "However, just so we're clear, you're my Luna, the star of the ceremony, and that's set in stone."

He is smooth and commanding, guiding me into a slow dance that’s ridiculously seductive, so that I’m smiling and suppressing giddy laughs, while also incinerating. I want to say there is no way in hell a man can be this suave, this debonair, outside of a Humphrey Bogart movie, and yet he’s all that and Pretty Woman’s Richard Gere wrapped into one, sans the gray temples. Jameson has a head of thick, lush hair that I’m always itching to run my fingers through.

“Anything you feel like talking about. Hell, you could probably wax eloquent on Cary Grant’s looks, and the therapist would just let you talk.” “Wax eloquent?” I could almost hear the smirk I knew would be on her face. “Yup. You know my philosophy on certain actors. They could be dead and decaying, but they’d still be sexy!” That got a laugh out of her. “Sean Connery?” “Benedict Cumberbatch.” “Ryan Gosling?” “Ew, no. Denzel Washington.” She was beginning to really giggle now. “Chadwick Bosman.” I sighed. “Yeah. Henry Cavill, too.”

The mysterious phone call, his insistence on taking her somewhere special, the careful way he had selected his clothes—everything pointed to this being the moment she had dreamed of so many times. Williams looked absolutely magnificent as he came out of the bathroom, every inch the powerful, sophisticated man she had fallen in love with. His hair was perfectly styled despite the white bandage wrapped around his head from his injury, and he moved with that natural confidence that had always set him apart from other men. Even injured, even confused about portions of his recent past, he was devastatingly handsome in a way that made her breath catch in her throat. "You look incredible," she said

“Otherwise you’re ruining the James Bond effect.” James Bond? Yes, I looked damn good, but Declan was the one who could’ve filled in for whichever A-list stud Hollywood had picked for the role this time around. With his shoulders, and his stubble, and his piercing dark eyes, and the way the trousers hugged his muscled thighs…I snapped my own mouth shut. Drool would ruin my suit as much as a spilled martini would. It took me a second for my brain to catch up. “He shook them, not stirred them.”

”Oh by the way, I forgot to mention, Denton is ex-MI6. Remi freezes. Then he looks exactly like a ten-year-old boy meeting his hero. “No way,” he breathes. I laugh and turn to Denton. “He’s the biggest James Bond fan alive. He made me watch every single movie growing up.” Denton gives a small amused nod. “A fine education if I may say so.” British accent filling the room. Remi’s cheeks flush with excitement and pleasure. I pull up another chair for Denton and what follows is an hour of absolute fascination.

Liam shook his head and walked toward the big guy nursing a beer at his kitchen table. "Hey man. You remember my little brother, Ethan, right?" Liam stopped beside the guy as he glanced over his shoulder and nodded at me. "Your brother is the next James Bond, idiot. Of course I know him. Everyone does." He stood and extended his hand to me. The thin bony kid that looked like he was always scrapping for a meal was long gone. The dude in front of me looked like something out of a special ops group. Dark brown hair cut close to the scalp, tanned skin and a mean ass look on his face that warned anyone that came around, this fucker wasn't buying anything, including Girl Scout cookies.

"She is coming back for a film promotion. Hollywood reporters will follow her, and the media outside the pack will watch every move. If they find out she is staying under my protection while I still have a sanctioned mate, they will make her the other woman before her film even premieres. The elders will not allow that kind of scandal around Blackridge's public face." After a few seconds, he said what I already expected. "We will go to the Bonding Hall tomorrow. We dissolve the mate bond first." Blackridge called it a sanctioned mate bond. It was not the kind of fated soul bond old stories said could never be broken. It was the bond the pack recognized, the bond written into the elders' ledg