James Gunn Novels & Stories

I still hold all the alpha meetings here like my father did. Walking over to the shower, I cut it on while waiting for the water to warm up before stepping in. I chose my beta when I was 17, which is my best friend Creed. My gamma is his brother Ryan, I don’t have a delta yet, I’m not sure I will. Creed does an amazing job, he is also my strongest warrior. He trains the males in the pack while his mother Subrina trains the female wolves. My gamma does all my running when I’m either too busy to or I just don’t want to. Otherwise they both help with every decision I make. Now, I know I said I was alone in all this, even though I do have them I still feel alone. Stepping into the shower washing

If he wanted me as a slave in exchange for my Children's safety then I didn't care. Dean chuckled and lifted his gun away from my head. Justin and James were behind us. James was holding a pistol and pointing it directly at Dean. He always had one in his car. A few months ago, James and I were about to leave for a date when I found the gun laying harmless inside of his armrest. I asked him curiosity what he was doing with a gun and he told me it was a licensed gun and he had gotten one for security purposes.

This is going to be a disaster, and he knows it. Gunner pushes forward when George completely shifts, and Axel snarls at them. “I’m sorry, George, but this is not happening,” James says before he lets Gunnar take control. Gunnar doesn’t shift, but he still has enough strength and power to knock Axel back when he lunges forward. Axel’s jaws snap as he snarls another warning. “Hang in there and try not to kill him,” Beckett tells James through a mind link.

And there he was. Leaning casually against a pillar, wearing a hoodie and joggers, his hair messy and loose, those blue eyes locked onto hers. Mona swallowed hard. Damn. This man was dangerously gorgeous.

And although Sven, Calix and his team had already met the pair several times, this was actually her first time meeting them as well as Calvin, Wren and Riven. James was a tall guy with a dirty-blonde hair and blue eyes, wearing a dark-blue shirt and washed out jeans emphasized his boy-next-door look. Add his pleasant smile on top of that and James could easily make someone trust him, a big help for him as an investigator. As Lieutenant Jacobs once said, getting the trust of the people involved in a case would easily solve it.

I want to bow my head, but I can’t bring myself to look away from her eyes, which seem to have changed color to a lighter shade of blue. “No thanks needed, Keller Joseph Marshall. This is my mate, James. He’s one of the Luna’s guards, focusing on digital security.” She motions to a man to her right. “Nice to meet you.” James nods and adjusts his backpack, but doesn’t hold out his hand. His intense gray eyes dart around the alley, assessing our surroundings. “Tyree said you needed help with a couple of sigmas?” “That’s The Reaper.” Rocky whispers at the sight of the intimidating looking man. “Be nice to him.”

“Hiding” “Shut up” she muttered, rolling her eyes at me, looking back down at the papers. Doctor James stayed quiet as he watched the scene before his eyes before he set his things on the couch. He crossed his arms over his chest, watching as I got down under the table to get my wife.

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey

How, Zoe, how can you think of sex now? I didn’t brush my hair this morning, my face is drawn and pallid and I’m in the presence of a male model. A fitness model if his body is anything to go by. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. The kids were fighting in the back and I…” He reached into his glossy, slate grey suit jacket, pulling out a pristine, silver iPhone. “I’ll need your insurance details.” He tapped at his phone, lifting it to his ear. “You’re calling the cops?”

The red sniper dot burned on James Reeves’ chest like a death sentence. Oren Gallamor stood frozen on the rain-slicked rooftop, the real microSD card held over the crashing Atlantic far below. Harry Vida, her father, watched her with dark, possessive pride. “One wrong move,” Vida said softly, “and my man puts a bullet through your husband’s heart before your wedding night even begins.” James didn’t flinch. “Drop it,” he told her quietly. “If it keeps you safe, drop the fucking card.”