Bradley Bradshaw Novels & Stories

It was already too late. A tear leaked out, tracing a path down my temple and soaking into my hair. I pressed my palm against my stomach, wishing I could somehow turn back the clock. Bradley is going to be so heartbroken, I thought, a sob catching in my throat. Bradley Norwood. My husband. The billionaire captain of the city’s hockey team, a man who literally had the world at his fingertips. He was larger than life, a fierce competitor who hated losing more than anything. And underneath all that rough, athletic exterior, he had this quiet obsession with the future.

The shorter of the women stared rather intently at Brad, and he knew what was coming even before she said, “Hey, aren’t you that writer guy?” Still wearing his barker hat, Bias picked up the book he’d been reading, which happened to be Brad’s latest release, Disappearing Act. Bias liked to joke that he was Brad’s publicist/manager/all-around guru, and he launched into his spiel. “That’s right, ladies, this is the one and only Bradley Storm. Internationally bestselling author whose newest is in stores now. In fact, if you’ll be around this Saturday, he’s doing a reading and book signing at E. Shaver just off Madison Square.”