Brad Constance Novels & Stories

“As usual, dear friend, you’re absolutely correct!” Brad Kramer — William Bradley Kramer, Jr. — had taken a position to the side of the platform and as far back as he thought would be reasonable. He wanted to be in a position close enough to the platform for his bids to register, but at the same time — for no good reason — he wanted to be out of the sight line of the people on the stage, the girls being auctioned off, and one girl in particular.

Pondering for a moment, Lucas decided to call Brad. "Hey, Lucas, if you're so free, why not come to my company and help me out..." Brad's voice was calm and detached, much like his demeanor—gentle yet aloof, as if nothing could pique his interest, focused solely on scholarly pursuits. Lucss found it hard to imagine what kind of extraordinary woman Brad would be interested in. "Hehe..." Lucas chuckled and said, "Can't I just call to catch up? It's rare for me to be back home. Plus, I've got something really interesting to tell you. Want to hear it?"

“I’m Kade. This is James, Brad, and Ivan.” I shook Kade’s hand, already dripping. “Gina… I’m Gina.” Brad stepped closer immediately, sliding a strand of hair behind my ear, his breath hot against my neck. “Nice to meet you, Gina.” His voice dropped. “If you’re here to work… I hope you’re going to do it very well.” Kade laughed. “Come on, Brad, leave the poor innocent girl alone.” Brad smirked, eyes raking over me. “This one doesn’t look innocent. I bet she knows exactly what she’s doing.”

A devil in disguise, is what I will call him and to be honest, he creeps me out sometimes, but I love him. "You deserve it, asshole" Brad frowned at him. Brad is a nice guy, gentle and honest, he is the type that stays loyal to the girl he likes, and will cherish her. It is no news that Brad likes my fiancee, but Vickie has never noticed him for once, and I doubt she will. While Connor, is the dangerous one among us, both he and Jude. But he seems to have changed a bit since his marriage to Alicia. "How long are you staying?" I questioned, trying to change the topic. The last thing I want is to start discussing Brad's feelings for the lady I am supposed to marry in a month.

I completely bull shit my way through. "Oh ok, well I guess I could talk to Jordan for you. But no promises I'm afraid." "Ok great, thanks Brad. Just wondering, what is your cousins surname?" I ask. "Surname? Well err, it's... erm... I don't know?" He stumbles over his words, scratching the back of his neck. Poor Brad. He cannot lie to save his life.

“Did you not hear what I just said? Her no one just had men snatch her father and shoot one of my men, and you're going to figure out who the bastard is.” Brad let out a short, humorless laugh. “Well, look who finally sees my value,” he gloated. “You treat me like a leper and handle Jon all by yourself. Now that shit has gone south, you call me. Ain't that something, huh?” “Careful,” Toni warned in a low voice. Brad scoffed. “Relax. I’m just saying… Of course, I knew she had help. What do you think I've been doing in Boston?” he asked, trying to sound relevant.

Raelynn stood on the doormat outside Brad Kingston’s condo, her heart beating a frantic drum solo against her ribs. The elevator ride up had felt like a descent into the flames of hell. She took a deep breath, the scent of expensive perfume and nervous energy clinging to her, and rang the doorbell. The door opened, and there he was. Brad Kingston, in a simple black t-shirt and dark jeans, a smudge of flour on his cheek. He looked less like a music mogul and more like a man at home, which only served to make her feel more out of place.

“Only one? Funny that… Ada was quite eager to fill me in on all of the glorious details of your sordid relationship over the years that you conducted behind my back.” “What? She’s lying! I swear Ann. It was only once and I was blind drunk…” “She’s pregnant with your child, Brad.” Ann spat icily. A cold silence extended between the two of them for a few minutes. Anne wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly cold. She wished Maeve would speak up with some cocky, inappropriate comment but since they had returned last night, there had been nothing but silence. “Impossible. It’s not my child. There’s no way…” Brad answered finally, a panicked edge to his voice.

Mommy seriously interrupted. I swallowed suddenly. Brad cleared his throat. "Ma'am, Sir, I can assure you that I have no family and any obligation except my child with your daughter." Our eyes met. "I'm a young man and I don't have any other children with other women." "Then why aren't you taking your responsibilities to my sister and nephew if you don't have a family with anyone else?" My sister who couldn't stand it and also asked. "Sab?" I protested immediately. “Why? It's true?" She crossed her arms and stared at Brad.

He’d found his answer quickly. And was still sitting and staring, amazed and maybe a little afraid when the knock repeated, accompanied by a cough and a “Brad? Got a minute?” He started, slightly relieved for some reason at being interrupted. His relief dimmed, however, when he swiveled in his rolling chair and saw Ned Simmons—that Math fellow Emma was going on holiday with—leaning in his doorway, grinning. “Hey . . . Brad. Ned Simmons. We met last night at the Inn.” Bradley stared, groping for something to say and finding nothing. Ned’s smile faltered. “Ah . . . uh. Sorry. Were you busy? If so, I’ll just . . . ”