Hades Series Tate James Novels & Stories

“Matt, would you mind if Taylor stayed for a few minutes? I have something I’d like her opinion on.” “She has things to do, Dad. Is it necessary?” “Very. We’ve tracked down someone who was hired to spy on her.” A few low growls could be heard in the room, which made the hairs on my arms stand up. Matt came over and pulled me behind him, shielding me from the already neutralized threat. “Who was it, and where are they?” he asked. “He’s a hitman and a very good one at that. One of the best, actually. Professionally, he goes by the name Hades, but I believe Taylor here knows him as Tyson.”

"My former keeping family, the Martellis, run a lot of businesses. Liam wanted me to know numbers. More specifically, how money works so I could order and arrange the flowers for his giant galas." "I take it Godfather Liam doesn't know what Gran has set in motion." Hades was starting to put two and two together. "He's away settling some accounts. He's supposed to be back next week so we can discuss the flowers for his anniversary party. I'm pretty sure he's going to be pissed." Hades found himself momentarily distracted by the iridescent polish on the no-fur's toenails poking out. Damn shiny things. "There is way too much about this whole situation not to like. But that's not important right

They need to believe we had sex. I hear water stop running behind the adjoining bathroom door. Moving quickly, I grab pillows and blankets from the bed and throw them onto the floor. The bathroom door opens. I look up—and immediately regret having eyes. Hades walks out wearing only a black towel low on his hips, water still dripping down his chest. Broad shoulders, defined stomach, veins along his forearms, wet dark hair pushed back from his forehead. This should genuinely be considered psychological warfare. His silver eyes land on the pile of bedding on the floor. Then on me. “What are you doing?”