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I was hoping that he didn’t have to go back to work so quickly, but I know his work is important, vital to the man I love and I wouldn’t want to ever change that. So, I settle in to make some coffee and skim my fingers over the bookshelves lining the walls in the spacious living room. I’ve never seen Gavin with a book in his hand and it surprises me that he has such a large collection. Charles Dickens, Ray Donovan, Marie Barnes, Nicholas Sparks, the authors range from one genre to another and somehow I know that most of these couldn’t be Gavin’s. I couldn’t imagine him reading a full length novel like Great Expectations. He thrives on action, solving problems, making strides in whatever he i

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“Lady Chatterley’s Lover, huh? I have read this one.” Gavin felt a blush on his cheeks, and then wanted to blush for blushing. “It’s a good book,” he said in a hoarse voice. Kat shrugged. “I don’t know. I wasn’t much for the guy—what’s his name? Mellors?—mansplaining all over the place. Telling Connie how she should orgasm and everything.”

Nylo preened and he's been visiting Gavin every night since. Vera, who I've always respected for her good sense of judgment, is no better. All it took was for Gavin to offer to get her books. Large tomes on a variety of subjects — philosophy, mathematics, alchemy, supernatural taxonomy, herbology, necromancy, literature. Some of the books are arcane, and if I know anything about the kind of person Gavin is, most definitely illegal. In any case, the damned man has stolen my friend by preying on her nerd weakness.

“According to Gavin, getting good reviews and selling well. He’s happy. Seems more at peace these days. I think that’s all he cares about, really.” And that’s the truest thing you can say. Gavin’s full-time writing career ended badly. Too much drinking, too much hype, a near-fatal car accident, and he called it quits seven years ago. He returned to Clifton Heights and for the next five years drifted through a teaching career at the public school, barely getting by and still drinking too much. Two years ago his student was involved in that shooting. Afterward he quit drinking and began writing again . . . Though not necessarily because he wanted to. Not at first, anyway. Like those iron filin

“For someone who has been here for a long while doesn’t have too much.” “What shall we be looking for?” Liam asked a few hours earlier inside Clayton’s apartment. “Look for journals, any records that you can find,” Gavin answered calmly. He was pacing back and forth, his eyes closed as he thought deeply. “Uncle Gab was an old-fashioned type, so everything he has will surely be recorded.”

Gavin shut his eyes emphatically. "No, I'm just busy. The opening is near," he only used that as his reason so they will be worried or suspicious with his actions. It's been a while since he spoke to them. "We will go there," Gabe said over the phone. "I told you not to come yet. There will be no space for any of you. The bookings in our villa and hotels here are fully booked already," he explained. It was another lie that he made up. Only half of the villas and hotels were occupied. But then, it's not impossible to happen. Before his resort could even open, the bookings will be filled already. His clan's popularity influenced all the businesses they have.

I had to make this happen. “I can hold back and work within their parameters.” “It’s not only that.” I waited until the waiter withdrew after delivering our fresh drinks. I studied Brian briefly. His bald head gleamed under the lights, and his light blue eyes twinkled. He was relaxed and at ease with himself, not at all worried over my dilemma. He stretched his long legs, leisurely crossed them, swinging one as he picked up his glass. “What else?” “Graham Gavin is a family man and he runs his business the same way. He only hires people of the same mindset. Your, ah, personal life isn’t what he’d consider acceptable.”

“Such pleasurable pain. And stop changing the subject. Talk to her. Hear what she has to say. If you don’t believe her, then no harm. She keeps her public defender and goes to jail. But if you believe her…” Then Gavin would take on the case pro bono just for a chance to screw with the dirtiest dog around. Fabian Garoux, biggest crime lord in the city. Slippery bastard with too many bodyguards, always a ready alibi, and the wolfsbane of Gavin’s existence. Also known as his creator—and the alpha Gavin refused to roll over for. “Fine. I give up against your expert nagging. I’ll see her. What jail are they holding her in?”

“Yes? Can we begin? Gavin sat at the edge of the conference table. As usual, his whole presence was intimidating but she was prepared for it. The whole room was silence, He broke the silence. “The Almighty Leila Baker, to what do we owe you the pleasure?” It took Leila all she had not to break into laughter, Gavin Hasters was trying to break her and she was not going to stand for it. He did it once and he would not get the chance to do it again, “You should not believe everything you read online, take it from someone that has been involved in one too many scandals”