Novel & Cerita Kim Harrison Series

Harrison look at me and it took about ten seconds for him to wipe off the shocked expression. “Yes sir." He said, his tone failed to hide the shock. “If you'll excuse me, I'll need to do some handshaking." When he was out of earshot, Gabriel turned to me. “Did you run away from me?." “Of course, I did." I said folding my hands on my chest. The corners of Gabriel's lips curled up in a smile. He tried to hide it but he failed. “Blue, whatever you do. Stay away from Harrison, he's a serial skirt chaser and last year they found some disturbing files on his computer, you don't want to fuck with him both hypothetically and literally."

"What were the documents about?" "Mr. Harrison was...is in cahoots with the big banks. He, and these banks, have been playing everyone who can barely make do with what they have. They loan out money to people only so these people can go into debt and borrow more money again from them when prices go up over time. Harrison Inc. has been involved in this for years; that's why they, along with all those other bankers, were living it good during the recession of 2008. They knew how to play the system. The documents also talked about funding campaigns for politicians in order for those said politicians to become his pawns when they were elected into Congress. Notice how the politicians he funded s

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 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."

It was during the day when the packhouse would have been busy. Thirdly, she was so flippant about murder. That was not the way that someone would speak about it if they only ever did it once. Fourthly, who the fuck was Lauren anyways? Was she alone, or did she have family here? ‘He thinks you’re onto something. He caught a couple snippets of a man kneeling beside her over a mannequin as he taught her techniques. That changed into her kneeling over a body. A few pack names as well – Pinehurst, Albrook, Shadow Creek, Silvern, and Blue Crest.’

PARKER “I was a kid,” Harrison says, voice low. “And I’ve paid you back with interest. You don’t own me. Back off, or we will end this in ways you can’t take back.” “You think you can threaten me with your lies?” she hisses. “Pathetic.” “No,” Harrison says. “With the truth. You’ve been playing dirty for decades. Leaking stories, covering up crimes, blackmailing rivals. And we’re done letting you hide.”

Then, of course, there was her husband, a former military man, now owner of a privatized military company, who for some reason had visited Simon Briggs’s motel room just an hour after Briggs’s murder. Harrison had made the call to his wife, Sarah, telling her not to expect him and to lock up the house for the night and that he’d see her in the morning. Then he popped up his Internet browser and began the long, lonely slog through the marsh, searching for his ghost orchid. He loved the Internet, loved the way you could follow a piece of information down a rabbit hole and chase it through tunnels and around bends and come up for air in a place you’d never have imagined when you started.

Simon hesitated to speak, knowing it was unlikely for Ethan to forgive them. However, he thought, what if? Stephen’s sincere apology and revealing the truth could have moved Ethan, making forgiveness possible. With that sliver of hope, he did not stop Harrison. Harrison immediately took an overnight flight to Riveria. It was seven in the morning when he landed, and without any rest, he headed straight for Drakthorn Ridge. His assistant could not help but advise, “Mr. Harrison, you’ve not rested all night. Why don’t you take a break before going up the mountain?”