Nicky James Author Novels & Stories

The females who made their way to James’s bed often called him by the shortened Nicki, as well, but that invited a familiarity he never seemed to feel toward them, and after a quick admonishment, they never did it again. He was almost afraid something was wrong with him. He loved his family with his whole heart, but no one else could penetrate the barrier he’d unwittingly constructed. “Did you come to swim?” Michael asked when James reached him. “No, to think.” “Can I help?” the boy asked eagerly. Golden hair gleamed in the moonlight. He smiled, two of his teeth missing. He was not a vampire, like James and Daniel, but he was powerful all the same. Though he had a warrior’s heart, he took af

he asked in concern. Nicky Peters, aka Nicholas Greene. Before meeting my other Dad, Nicky was a baseball player for the Colorado Spring Sox and one of the best. He told me his Dad made him play to be a man, but all my Dad wanted to do was make colorful clothing and make-up. He played baseball until he was in high school, but during that time, he joined beauty pageants when he finally came out. His Dad was unhappy once he found all the dresses and costumes and kicked him out.

Nico didn't live in Britas. He'd come there specifically for James. They interacted frequently, and their conversations spanned a wide range of topics, most of them revolving around financial investments. Nico had many women with him. They all got along well with Beverly and even taught her how to play Britasian card games. She didn't really understand the rules and couldn't play well, but she kept winning anyway. The women were constantly trying to appease her as a way to please James.

“I want you to come work for me… well, not for me—with me. You are so brilliant when it comes to real estate, and with someone like you…” I couldn’t hear anything he said anymore. I just saw his mouth moving, his lips forming words, but my head was buzzing too loudly to hear a single thing. Work for him… Nicholas Ford. James’s enemy. The same man James never hesitated to curse whenever his name came up. James once said Nicholas would rather burn the entire market down than lose a deal. And here I was, sitting across from him, letting him cook for me, laughing at how charming he was, and feeling like my chest was going to explode anytime he came near.

April. If I had to do one more interview with Nicky Jones pretending to be deeply in love with him, I’d go mad. After a long day of interviews, fake smiles and kisses, I impulsively packed up a few things in a suitcase and left Miami. I switched off my phone to avoid calls from Nicky and Kylie who couldn’t get enough of the fake romance. I was done. I didn’t care about the consequences anymore. Faking it was not in me.

Or my jeans yet again with a T-shirt. James hasn’t told me yet who is behind all of this. He says it wasn’t his idea. But he is helping. I think Nick is involved but he doesn’t know the name. The only thing he knows is that he is dangerous and a murderer. He has been killing rogues for fun. “James, May I be excused?” - I say as I lift my eyes from my plate and meet James’s.

Nicki stood by to watch them with amusement in her eyes. If only she could shift into her wolf form and join them, but she couldn't, not when she's an omega. She was still dwelling in her thoughts when she bumped into a masculine body that was like a rock. Nicki groaned softly and rubbed her forehead. She gritted her teeth, as she tried to hold back the anger that was seething inside of her. ‘ Calm down. It's your first day here. Dad would kill me and send me to join my mother if I get expelled from college again.’

"Oh really? What did you tell them?" "I told them it's not possible because you won't allow me to go to their planet even if they pick me up," he answered. "One more thing, I can't help them. I'm just a mere human in goddess-like form and I'm hella too gorgeous for them to---" I covered Nicky's mouth and nodded. "Are you sure you're not a writer? You're good at creating stories," I laughed. Nicky shook my hand and frowned. "I'm not a writer, I'm a photographer!"

“I know it.” I wasn’t so sure. But I wanted to believe it — for him. For the pups. “I had a dream last night,” I said. “I was walking through the forest, but everything was quiet. Too quiet. Then I saw her — Mila — standing by the river. And when I got close, she smiled like she was proud of what she’d done. Nick’s face hardened. “She’s not done breaking people,” I said. “Unless we stop her.” “We will,” he said firmly. “You’re not going to have to keep looking over your shoulder. I promise.”