Kim Harrison Series Novels & Stories

They even threw in a bit about the Night Stalker murders that happened out in California this spring for good measure. “Quite a hatchet job, huh?” I looked up to see Steve Harrison’s face beaming at me over my shoulder. Harrison was the station manager at KMCD and their news editor. He was a small guy with a big personality. A little north of fifty with a warm smile and bright eyes behind thick glasses. He’d talk your ear off if you let him, always has a funny story or a prediction about the Hawkeyes. Guys at the station all loved him and fed him tips whether they meant to or not. Looked pretty harmless, and he was generally a decent guy, but he had a real knack for worming a story out of yo

Typhon I headed into the conference room of my security company, The Damascus group. I hate having to go to these meetings, but as the owner, it is necessary with certain clients. I mostly have bodyguards that get hired out for rich and powerful clients, but I do have some mercenaries. I have my second in command with me as always, Henry, who is a smoke demon. He pays more attention to the clients than I do.

I stayed quiet, but he started telling the story with a grin. "It is a matter of the time when Norwood was the land of happiness. This kingdom settled on a freakish Island owned by Mike Stewart. It was under his rule when I started working as a statesman. His son was a turning point. It was a headache for him, seeing his son spending nights with various women every day. Because of his s*x obsession, he had fixed his marriage with a village girl, Lisa Dorling. As soon as she stepped in, the storm arrived..." He stood up and moved towards a wooden box covered with dust. Leaning a bit, he shrugged the dust off and said, wandering his hand on the handle of the box. "Want to see something? Come h

It was the season of reconciliation and I was ready to welcome the new day. “Sure.. she's willing to let go and I think Ken and Harrison are in love.” Lunch was ready, which was Chinese rice and lots of salad. We ate quietly and I felt content watching Carmen and Harrison’s interaction. During dessert, there was a knock on the door and Carmen went to get it. Harrison blanched at the sight of Ken and Chadwick and I exchanged mischievous glances. Then Harrison's gaze narrowed suspiciously, making me break into uncontrollable laughter.

I felt his breathing against my hair. “I hated every second in there,” he admitted quietly. “All I could think about was you.” I swallowed hard. The reporters were still shouting questions around us. “Mr. Harrison! Did you kill Catherine Thompson?” “Are the allegations true?” “Is your fiancée pregnant?” The last question made Harrison’s jaw tighten instantly. He looked toward the reporters with cold eyes before quickly guiding me toward the waiting car. “Let’s go.” The drive home was quiet at first. I sat beside him while his fingers remained wrapped around my hand almost painfully tight.

It wasn't until Harrison’s name broke the air that my ears swiveled back to their frequency. "I didn't catch his scent the entire weekend," Kelsey complained. "I mean, I saw the other three males a few times, and I crossed paths with Preston at the thermal springs, but no sign of Harrison!" She cut her eyes to me, seeming none too pleased that she’d missed out on his presence. "Aren't you his bonded mate? The one with the exile record and the scandalous sketches? Cruz, right?"

Harrison removed the stethoscope from his ears and shook his head. He met Kai outside, who was sitting like he couldn't care less. "Why do y’all hate me?" was Harrison’s first question. Kai looked up at him, confused. "It was supposed to be my day off—and that’s exactly when something always happens. Honestly, when you called me, I thought it was going to be Dorothy again, who—" "How is she?" Kai cut in. Harrison shook his head. "You work in a bar now, Kai. I’m pretty sure you know better than to serve a pregnant woman beer."

Harrison ordered, as if he owned the place. The guards walked in... Then they saw Damian. Every single one of them froze. Their eyes flickered with something that looked like recognition. Or fear. Honestly, I couldn't tell. "Take them away!" Harrison shouted again. "Now!" Nobody moved. The guards simply stood there for a second... Then turned around. And left. Just... Left. "You're a broke loser, Harrison," Damian said, sounding almost amused. "They can't do shit. Try again." "You'll see," Harrison snapped, reaching for his phone.

Arching an eyebrow, I tried to read the words that sprouted out of her mouth. “Mind repeating once again?” I said, taking off the earphones. “I said, did your friends fucking ditch you for being the hungry slut you are?” She almost yelled, grabbing the attention of the crowd surrounding us. Massaging my right ear, I looked at her in confusion. “Kassie, once more, I cant seem to hear you.” “Its Kate.” She gritted out. “Look Kimberley, I’m not interested in your blabbering, leave.” I said, nonchalantly.