Kim Harrison Book Order Novels & Stories

Kayla's POV After closing the door to the study, Harrison turned around. With a deep gaze that pinned me in place, he approached with an aura of authority. "Tell me. What do you really know about The Blue Blood Pack?!" "I... I've only seen some things in a book once..." I cautiously stepped backward, trying to avoid Harrison's penetrating gaze. But the next second, he rushed toward me. Grabbing my chin, he forced me to meet his eyes. "Where is that book, Kayla?"

*The Expectant Father: The Ultimate Guide for Dads to Be. She laughed. It was a bright and joyful sound that startled him at that moment. “Grant Harrison. Oh my gosh. You bought this book? You run Harrison Enterprises! You build bridges! And you’re reading this? A HOW-TO MANUAL!” “I like to be prepared,”he grumbled. He reached out to take the book gently from her hands and put it back on its shelf. “I just want to do this right, Maddison,” he said quietly to her. “I don’t want to miss anything,”

Harrison stepped out, steam still clinging to his damp skin. He wore nothing but a towel, hickeys scattered across his chest. Noticing my eyes on him, he gave a sweet smile. "Kate was just messing around earlier. Don't take it personally." Just as he leaned in to kiss my cheek, I quickly pulled away. Harrison frowned as he sat down across from me. His voice softened, carrying a hint of affection. "Today was my fault. I went ahead and ordered the latest jewelry and handbags for you. They'll arrive tomorrow. Please don't be mad at me, okay?

“Miss Harper, I presume?” I blinked. “Yes, I’m Harper. Can I help you?” He extended his hand in a gesture of greeting. “I’m Richard Kingsley, a business associate of Mr. Blackthorn. He asked me to meet you here.” “He sent you?” I asked unsure of what to do. “Indeed,” Richard replied with a courteous smile, his voice measured and smooth. “If you would be so kind as to accompany me, Miss Harper.” An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. I sensed that something wasn’t right. “He told me he’d pick me up, not—send someone to pick me up, Sir.”

"Seems like a wild goose chase. I don't wanna question you but do you believe that creep?" "He's a creep with power," Harrison sidestepped both the question and an overflow of simmering gore pouring from a blocked drain. "I'm gonna deal with it like I do with the bigger drug barons; side with him now and reap the benefit and then turn my back later. As for what he wants, he told us! He wants some rare book, the title I've forgotten, but it'll be easy enough to recognise. If it's as old as he says it will be in a protective case."

Harrison’s POV The county facility sat back from the road behind a chain-link fence and a sign that read DRIVE SLOW. I parked in the visitor lot at two-forty. My appointment was at three. I had two books in a plastic bag on the passenger seat. McCarthy’s Blood Meridian—a paperback Thomas had been slogging through at Claire’s house for six weeks and had told me flat-out he didn’t like but was going to finish out of stubbornness. And a hardcover on hand-cut joinery I’d taken off his nightstand when Claire had let me into her house last Sunday to collect it. She hadn’t asked what I was there for. I hadn’t told her.

FLYNN'S POV Harrison let himself in at seven with Korean food and something tucked under his arm that he set on my kitchen counter without comment before opening the containers. I looked at the two cream envelopes. "No," I said. "You haven't opened them yet." "I don't need to open them. I saw your schedule on my email" Harrison pulled out two chopsticks and handed me one. "Sit down." I sat. He served the food with the practiced efficiency of a man who had been eating in my kitchen for fifteen years and had stopped asking which container I wanted because he already knew.

Kimberly gave him one last look before packing the files and head to the lion's den. She opened the door and walked to his seat but he wasn't there. He was under the table. Doing what? She decided to bend down and found out that he was trying to pull a book out. "Sir, can I help?" She asked him but he gave no response , so she kept quiet. "Pull it out from there." He ordered like a Major in the army. "Yes sir." In a second, she drew the book out and placed it on the table. It was written 'Life goes on'

The kind of certainty that either comes from years of experience or from knowing exactly how much ammunition the other side is holding. “Of course,” I said. She nodded once and walked back toward the sitting room. Damien appeared from the kitchen corridor with a coffee cup, watching her go with careful eyes. “She was on the phone before Harrison,” he said quietly. “Before his team even called him.” He glanced at me sideways. “Figured you should know.” I stored that information away without saying a word back. Harrison came out of his study at half past nine. He looked like a man who had been putting out fires since before sunrise, completely in control on the surface but running on something

"Nope." "But how did you know that boy was Rex?" My face heats up, and I look away to calm myself. If Ares knew that, I know that when Rex and I get intimate, I see a mole on his buttocks, and he will hide from me. I knew Rex was the boy because of the mole. When he saved me, he and I spent time together. While changing out of his suit, I went to look for him and sneaked into the changing room, where I spotted him putting on his swimming trunks and accidentally saw his mole.