Novel Bishop Arts Novels & Stories

They drew her into conversation, and I was finally off the hook. "I've heard of you, Ms. Bishop. You're a fierce competitor. Thanks to you, the stakes just got a lot higher." "Not at all. As long as our project meets the standards, Baron Inc. will invest across the board. Honestly, I think there's a lot my company could learn from yours." Stan Todd glanced at me. "Ms. Bishop, is this your assistant?" "No. That's Sebastian Grimwald, my husband," she answered without hesitation. I was a little stunned.

I asked, knowing fully well the answer to the questions but wanting to hear what Bishop thought. He offered me a light smoke, understanding what I wanted. “Because you are not like them. Like him. Because you are not caught up in the past and because he is our business partner. He might have punched someone but I have studied him to know that he is not violent so Royals must have riled him up.” “Probably he knew about our partnership and used you to bait him. I have heard that the man is narcissistic and does not like women leading.” I blinked, not expecting Bishop to defend him like that.

“Give us the girl that we seek, and we will let your she wolf live. Just then a growl rippled through the bar, shaking the floor and the walls, and something told me at that moment, Bishop had entered the room. Tonya’s eyes moved in the direction of where the growl radiated from, and low and behold Bishop stood there with his eyes glued on the vamp that had his hands on Tonya, but something caught my eye, as I stared through Tonya’s eyes. Bishop’s eyes had a glow about them, and I hadn’t seen this glow in my father’s eyes or Jaxson’s, and I had to wonder if my brother had a touch of our mother’s Goddess’ side in him. “Let her go, and I may let you live.” Bishop roared at the vamp holding Ton

still hurts when the weather changes. “The night I took over, The Bishop disappeared. No trace. No body. No forwarding address. I assumed he was dead or running. Fourteen years of silence seemed to confirm it. And now? Now your mother just told me he’s alive. And he’s been funding Marcus Hale for the last decade.”The implications settled over Sophia like a cold sheet. Marcus wasn’t just a freelance predator. He wasn’t a lone wolf who preyed on women because he could. He was a piece on someone else’s board a tool used by a man who had been building power in the shadows while Dominic ran the empire above ground.“Marcus was never the problem,” Sophia said. “He was just the mouth. The Bishop is