Bradley Bradshaw Novels & Stories

Kelly said in the back of the limo with Blake. “Oh? Who’s your favorite model?” Blake asked. “Huh? Oh. Francine Estin. Have you heard of her?” Kelly asked. “Yes, I have. Who is the lucky man?” Blake asked. “His name is Bradly Shaw. Have you heard of him as well?” Kelly asked. “No, can’t say that I have. I hope all the best for them.” Blake said. “I don’t know about that,” Kelly replied. “Why do you say that?” Blake asked.

That's just wishful thinking. Thought he was just like that Eliot? Bradley got to where he was by being in both the legal and illegal worlds. He came here before Houston even existed. He started by reselling goods, smuggling cigarettes, alcohol, cars, and luxury stuff. Now, who knew how many gray-area businesses he had. His hands had even been stained with blood. Since he could turn things from black to white so calmly, of course he had his own ways and tricks. If Willie hadn't been so dumb, he wouldn't have had to come up to the front.

Not unpleasant, but definitely an acquired taste. On the console table, he glanced at a dog-eared copy of the New York Times. Heavily underlined in red, the words of one of the headlines—‘Reclusive billionaire Nathan de Vere . . . ’ but before he could read the rest, a prod in his back pushed him forward. He didn’t think he’d heard that name before, but it was obviously one Moira Bradigan was interested in. Alex turned and watched Miss Bradigan follow him into the sitting room. Her movements seemed more agile than before.

For him, the food was like wax. After a while, he said, "Bradley has a good reputation in the business world. He has hundreds of millions of assets and has yet to find a suitable heir. He started from scratch and does not have any other family." Julian rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily, "These things are not a secret in the business world." Everyone knew Bradley's identity, but he did not have a wife or a child. It was the most confusing. Malcolm raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice, "He sent Marilyn a lot of expensive furniture. Aren't the gifts we sent too shabby?"

After she left, Jenny picked up the business card. Esther Bradshaw, Vice President of Bradshaw Operations. Bradshaw Operations? Jenny thought this was weird. She knew of this company, but it was not an impressive one in Bardoff City. It didn't even compare to the Wagners now. So where had that woman's confidence come from when she looked down on Marigold? Alec walked over too. When he saw the business card, he grew somber. "Bradshaw Operations is not as simple as they seem."

Still mesmerized by Jeffrey’s eyes, Brad answered, “umm I was adopted. So I don’t know my biological parents and never tried to find them since it was a closed adoption.” “Has anyone ever told you that you have a strong sense of smell, vision, or hearing? Do you have fast reflexes, like to run, or are you drawn to the moon?” Luna Paulina asked. Brad shook his head slightly before meeting a smiling Luna Paulina’s eyes. “Umm I’m not sure. I’ve always been very studious, I like science. I like to help people...and animals. I was never interested in sports.” Brad looked down at the floor, then looked back up at the Luna as if a light bulb came on. “Why? Why do you ask?”

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.”