Colton Reynolds Novels & Stories

Even the ones that did not have access to social media heard about the scandal. Mr. Falomo, the owner of one of the telecommunications networks in Nigeria had heard of the scandal from his daughter. “Dad, I heard from one of your business associates who just launched a skincare company and is currently getting all of the heat online,” she said, as she scrolled down the pages of various blogs in the country. So, based on the fact that everyone in the room was aware of the preceding situation, everyone avoided him like a plague. Everyone except the CEO of Marshmello Printing Press, Mr. Mike Ross.

"I think by now you must know that Caitlin's not just my daughter, she's seriously daddy's little princess, in every sense of the word. I'm the first and only man in her life until now. I protected and shielded her, her whole life." His stare was dead on, no smile, no give this was Colton Lyon at his rawest. And I knew instinctively that according to how I handled myself here things could go very well or very bad for me. This moment just might decide what kind of future I had in this man's life, which meant my woman's life as well.

It's no wonder that who shall not be named left and didn’t want to take over the family business he even changed his name entirely breaking all strings attached to Isla Martago. And right now I wish I could do the same. But leaving isn't an option for me, not When Dwayne knows my every waking move. "You've been doing these last few years of being under my wing," Dwayne said, standing from desk. His tall broad stature covers half the window behind him from the look of his shadow you'd be terrified. "I'm willing to give you the two weeks with Sierra," He lit his cigar and took a drag, the smokes so thick you cut it with a knife.

I have enough strength not to fall to the floor by his feet and cry. "It was better, the less I explained. We couldn't have any complications in getting you out," Rylan tells me. He's not apologetic in any sense. He's flat, impassive and infuriating. I exhale shakily. "The Rylan I thought I knew wouldn't even consider this, but I suppose that was an act." Rylan nodded smoothly, and my heart broke a little more. "So if you're not religious, then the ceremony shouldn't have mattered. Sinning shouldn't worry you-"

Serena’s POV The fire had burned low by the time Alexandro emerged from the bath, steam still rising faintly from his skin. I shifted nervously on the cot, tugging the furs up around my shoulders as he crossed the room toward me. He wore only a pair of loose black pants, his chest bare, muscles rippling under the low firelight. I swallowed hard, feeling my cheeks flush. The cot creaked alarmingly as he lowered himself onto it. It was small—far too small for two people to share without touching.

None of these men was worth giggling over, in fact now that they had Cassie, it was time they left. “Caleb.” A booming voice that reverberated round the house caught Kennedy’s attention and she turned to the foot of the stairs, where some blond giant of a man seemed to be giving Caleb a death glare. She knew she had been using the term ‘giant’ to describe these men, but this time, this man fit the description to the T. He beat Rinaldi’s 6ft4” height by at least three inches and was anything but lean; sturdy legs reminding her of tree trunks were encased in dark jeans, those biceps he had inconspicuously hidden in a grey cotton Henley shirt looked like they could crush steel, a wide chest th

As much as my brain tells me I should be afraid, something tells me he’s not dangerous. That he’s just flirty. Like Alex. He reminds me of a darker, older, werewolf version of Alex. I didn’t answer him, moving my phone up like I was trying to ignore him. Really I’m taking his picture to send to Logan. “Yet again. Not your business,” I stated. Aurelia: That’s him. I’ve been backing up to the forest just in case. Do I need to run? Logan: Colby Delaney. *eye roll emoji*

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Reid realized he must have been in deep thought cause he didn’t notice Colton drive-in. “Ahh, I’m sorry man. Just have faith, you’ll get one sooner than you think.” He patted him on the back and led Reid to the front door. “Do you reckon Man United beating Man City?” Reid asked as he pushed the door open. Colton chuckled lightly. “They better, I made a bet with my assistant.” “You just might lose a grand, bro.” Athina came out from the corner of the kitchen to greet her husband with a kiss and hug before whispering something in his ear. Colton’s attention shifted to a female figure standing a few feet away. Reid took his time to assess her while her attention was on Colton.

This hunger is only cured with contact. “I owed you some sort of explanation for cutting off our link. For staying away after we........ I needed to do this properly.” Colton’s voice makes me all kinds of crazy. It’s that deep male sexiness laced with a raw husky and almost commanding edge. He has always had a nice voice, that underlying hint of a Colombian accent in the depths and now more than ever, it does insane things to my insides and dampens my irritability a little. Not quite all though.