Garrett Anderson Book Novels & Stories

I yell out as I try to cool the hammering of my heart to a steadier pace, still foggy headed from sleep, trembling from my rude awakening and realizing I never even picked up a robe to cover myself. Camilla’s delivery no doubt. Guy sure is keen to deliver a parcel. Without hesitation, or even checking the peephole, I open the safety lock and ease the heavy fire door, just enough to pop my head round to see who is making all that infernal, impatient noise, with an irritated sigh. All the blood drains from my soul, my body instantly met with a cold wave and heart dropping lurch when faced with one casually dressed, and obviously majorly pissed off, Arrick Carrero.

Exactly the kind of calculated mediocrity that should have warned her years ago. Lancelot took up position outside the door, his hand resting casually on his sword hilt. "I'll be here. Try not to do anything stupid." "Define stupid." "Anything that makes my job harder." Adrienne managed a weak smile before slipping inside. Garrett was waiting in his sitting room, sprawled in a chair with practiced casualness. He was handsome in a conventional way, sandy hair, blue eyes, the kind of smile that probably worked on most women. It had certainly worked on her, once upon a time.

She's perfect,' Berric, Garrett's wolf, remarked. Garrett's secretary was riding with Garrett and saw everything. It was clear that the boy caused the collision. Most of the time, Garrett just threw money at annoying people. He was walking over to write out a check, but Garrett spoke to him through their pack bond. 'Stay where you are. My little she-wolf has it handled,' he told him. Garrett's secretary frowned because this could be a PR disaster if it wasn't contained, especially since there was a lot of attention on him now.

He could feel Dylan drawing closer and it was taking everything in him to keep Zander in; he was definitely out for Dylan’s blood. Dylan and the security guard finally made their way to Garrett’s office; the security guard let Dylan in and stood near the door. Garrett’s 6’2 figure stood in the room and his aura was menacing. He chuckled. “Well if it isn’t the bastard himself.” His demeanor was anything but welcoming. Dylan wasn’t an idiot, he knew what Garrett meant, buthe didn’t know the depths of his meaning or what all he knew. “Well, if it isn’t my only son.”

I don't know but my leg lifted all my weight into the air as I rushed through to the room, like expected, Garrett was holding a sword to stab and kill my mate. I shouted, “No!!!” And the next thing I lifted and threw Garrett through the window, heaven knows what happened. l as I heard a crackling sound outside. He won't have died right? By the timbre sound of my shout, Andrea had woken up but was too frail to have a glimpse of what happened, the only thing visible to him was the glow in my hazel eyes.

Alpha Garrett has been contacting me. He wrote for an hour, detailing every note, every veiled threat, every attempt to manipulate him back into being a spy. When he finished, he read it over twice, then folded it carefully. Tomorrow. He would deliver this tomorrow. And whatever consequences came from his honesty, he would face them.

she answered casually. “Is it just for married couples?” “No, there will be singles, too.” “I see,” he said as a smile slowly appeared on his lips. “We’ll see.” “Nothing wrong with thinking about it,” Jodi said with a smirk. ------- Garvey’s Bar opened at 4 p.m. as usual. It was also empty as usual. The first four customers didn't come in until 7 p.m., and they were senior citizens. They all ordered steaks with baked potatoes.

"You're not helpless. You're not weak. You're Aria’s best friend and she needs you." I turned away from the window and looked around the room. Garrett's chambers were large, larger than any room I'd ever slept in. There was a bed with dark furs, a wooden table with maps spread across it, shelves lined with books and scrolls, and a locked chest in the corner. My eyes stopped on the table. The maps. Garrett studied them every night before bed. He never let me touch them. Never let me ask questions. But he wasn't here now.

We landed two hours later. “Mr. Bianchi, here’s the bulletproof vest, and the shotguns as you asked,” Garret gears me up after Amber and I exit the jet. “I need a few men as well,” I tell him as I tighten the vest, “But keep them out of the gang’s sight until and unless they make a wrong move.” “Mrs. Bianchi, meet Garret, my inventory man in Romano,” I say as Garret hands over a case to hold the shotgun. “Pleasure to meet you,” he bows down. She smiles at him, and says, “Likewise.”

“That’s good.” “You’re really okay with me?” Xavier said. “You’re not mad?” “I’m looking forward to having the older brother I should have had.” Thea felt Xavier’s emotions go haywire. Hope. Gratitude. Love. Garret looked around Xavier’s cell. His eyes stopped on the books. “I tried to get you to read Harry Potter for years,” Garret said. “What can I say? I guess it takes a heart,” Xavier said. Garret laughed. “Is it okay if I visit you?” Garret said.