The Architect Nikki Sloane Novels & Stories

A long-legged beauty with the thinnest figure Shea had ever seen and thick clouds of raven hair unfolded herself gracefully from behind the wheel, stepped out and slammed the door. "I want to know who's in charge here," she demanded, fists planted firmly on her hips. When everyone looked at Shea, she stepped forward, wishing she didn't look quite so much like one of the construction crew. "I guess I am.' She held out her hand. "Shea Prescott. I'm the architect on the project." The other woman's eyes traveled up and down Shea's body scornfully, a distasteful look on her face. She ignored the outstretched hand.

"What did Niki do now?" Sloane asked as she walked into Mr Rodney's office. He was her daughter's maths teacher and, for some reason, seemed to have a problem with her daughter. Sloane was done with his bullshit. Niki had come home with more complaints about her maths teacher than she had about the cafeteria food, which was alarming.

I hadn’t expected a new architect to come on board, not with everything already in motion. But when I received the email that Julian Blake, a well-known architect with a reputation for groundbreaking designs, was being brought in as a consultant for one of the resort’s key features, I felt an unexpected wave of curiosity.

She wanted certain assets protected. Most of her conditions were not met. Some were. The meeting with Vivienne happened on a Thursday morning in a federal conference room. Sloane did not ask what was said. Vivienne did not tell her. What Sloane saw when Vivienne came out was someone who had decided that she would carry this thing without letting it change the shape of who she was. She looked tired. She looked like herself. ★ ★ ★ Sloane spent those weeks in motion between the compound and the federal building in Denver and the half-renovated house on the north side of the compound where she had begun painting the interior walls in the blue-grey of mountain dusk that she had been working towar

Pippa chipped in and all of us giggled. “Cool!” Sloane exclaimed. “But you wanted to be a fashion designer?” I teased Pippa. “This is better than being a fashion designer. Sloane and I have already formed a list of girls who want to try their luck in the fashion world.” A smile crept on my lips. This was something I loved to do and considered myself pretty much an expert. “I would love to meet all those girls and discuss it with them, but first we would need an office space, two computers, several consents, lots of research, and register a company.”

"I can't let them wipe out my bank account, Julian. Every dollar I made selling those Soho lofts is my blood, sweat, and freedom. I won't let a shadow system take that from me." "Sloane, if you go after Brett now, you're walking straight into a double-edged sword," Julian warned, stepping forward with genuine concern in his eyes. "He’s already suspicious of you. If he thinks you're pushing this Hudson Yards deal for personal gain again—" "He won't know," Sloane interrupted, her voice ringing with absolute, unyielding conviction. "Because I'm not going to approach him like a desperate ex or a pawn on an app. I'm going to approach him as the most ruthless, brilliant commercial broker in this c

“Well, Mr. Dawson, I was about to go there and gentleman I request you to please cooperate with each other as it is a very important project for me and I don’t want any sort of animosity amongst all of you.” Having made his point clear he continued. “This project is very close to my heart, so I have already decided that the chief architect for it will be, Callie Clarke. You must have heard about her. She is an upcoming, top-rated architect around the world and has won many awards internationally. And of course, not to mention that she is my younger sister.” He concluded proudly. “You mean to say the “Callie Clarke”, who recently won RIBA International award.” One of the board members asked c

It was also no wonder that the world-renowned architecture designer, Daniel, was willing to be her student and respectfully addressed her as his mentor. Misty had long wanted to make acquaintance with this female architecture designer. That was because there were plenty of projects that needed to be developed in the vast southeastern region. If she was able to have the support of this top architecture designer in the world, then the White family would have an even firmer footing in the southeastern market. However, never in a million years would Misty expect that the architecture designer was Sabrina. It was actually Sabrina! She was the woman that Misty had despised in so many ways in the p

Gideon said, his voice steady despite the flutter in his stomach. Sloane smiled, a slow, predatory curving of her lips. She reached into her desk and pulled out a high-end digital camera, setting it on a tripod with practiced ease. "I'm starting a new venture. A private 'Degradation Series' for a very exclusive circle of clients. I need a lead. A man who knows how to be used, how to be obedient, and how to thank me for it."

•DECLAN• "Babe!" I stopped at the front entrance with my hand on the doorknob when I heard Sloane's voice behind me. I was still frustrated about the files with Nymeria's name before she yanked it out of my hands. I turned to her and smiled. "Yes?" "Are you going to come home early tonight?" she asked. "I hired a new wedding planner, and I wanted you to meet her. I think she's what we needed from the beginning."