Zane Grey Books For Sale Novels & Stories

Terrence took the books from Zane before he could stop him, annoyed as he looked at the titles. “All of these are relationship books,” Terrence said slowly, raising his eyebrow as he looked at the big one about how to romance a woman. “Yeah? So what?” Zane snapped and took the books back angrily. “I didn’t know you were seeing someone,” Blake said, sounding a bit hurt. “I’m not,” Zane admitted. “Then why the books?” Marcus asked curiously. Zane wasn’t going to let his brothers make him feel foolish for buying self-help books. At least he knew he needed help. Terrence had been lucky to get a wife like Christine, and Blake and Marcus were too busy with work to care about anything except hookin

"I do love a good competition." Maeva frowned. "Fifty million, Kasen." Before Kasen could raise the paddle, Zane held up a single finger to the auctioneer. "Fifty-five million," Zane announced. "Going once, going twice... sold to Mr. Zane Castille!" the auctioneer's voice boomed. Zane stood up, adjusting his cuffs. He looked down at Maeva, his expression confident. He stepped close enough that Kasen could smell his expensive cologne, inserting himself between Maeva and her assistant.

A loud laughter that echoed through the room left my mouth. “Damn,” I said, wiping laugh-tears off the edges of my eyes. Then it clicked. Those luxury gloves he gifted me. Exactly. Only someone of his caliber could purchase that. Damn… this shit was getting more interesting than I thought. I picked up the book on the seat and…. There it was. I wasn't wrong at all. His name, signed on the big-ass book. Grey Sthor. Confirming my earlier predictions. Nice… And the book was… “Basics of Health.” It was a medical textbook.

Xlynor's POV I sat behind the mahogany desk in my study, a thick cigar resting in the slim black holder between my fingers. I didn't like touching cigars directly. I preferred the distance. I flipped the pages of the book in my hands, my gaze focused as I scanned every line. “We've gone through over one hundred and fifty books from the library in just a few hours, but found nothing useful.” Zane groaned, breaking the silence as he picked up another book from the pile in my study.

The thought of it only makes me want to roll over and laugh. "Find me a dress to wear." The auction was held at Zane's parent's mansion in Central Park South. When I arrived there Zane was already waiting for me outside on the marble stairs. He looked insanely handsome standing there, wearing a sharp-looking, well-fitted, and most likely custom-made black suit that must have cost a fortune. It's no secret that the Shaw family loves to spend incredible amounts of money on their appearance...and house. The last time I came here the stairs were from concrete instead of marble.

“Let’s just say Zane doesn’t like competition. Especially from someone who doesn’t play by his rules.” Grayson nodded slowly, but before he could respond, a murmur rippled through the café. Heads turned toward the flat-screen television mounted on the wall near the counter. The news ticker at the bottom of the screen blazed in bold red and white letters. BREAKING: Business Tycoon Zane Embroiled in Scandal. YES! This was it. I glanced at Grayson, whose eyes were now glued to the screen, his cappuccino forgotten. I followed his gaze, my pulse quickening as the news anchor’s voice cut through the café’s chatter.

He places the stack on another empty table, and I approach, curious to see what he has brought. “Here you go, Miss Anara Valen. If I may advise you, I suggest starting with this book here,” Zephyr points to a red book with gold lettering. “It’s about the division of the packs. Then go to this book here,” he points to another book with a green cover. “This one is about the old alphas of Nightveil Pack, and then the rest is up to you.” I give Zephyr a sincere and enthusiastic smile for his tips and dedication in fetching all these books for me.

Odessa felt her head throb painfully and held it tight, shivering as Zane patted her back. He took a kneel beside the chair, ready to do whatever she wanted. She was drained, just touching the girl. How was she going to get the Diamond? She asked herself silently, looking over at the girl. Odessa walked tiredly over to the girl and glared at her, wondering what she was to do. Zane watched his mistress in distress as she swanned rather gracelessly to the shelf. She extracted a brown book with hard covers, the book had little ink writings, and contained mainly signs and drawings.

"Neutral ground. No pack claims it, which makes it perfect for those of us who don't want to bend the knee to anyone." He paused. "It's also where you'll find the best underground contacts in the city." He led me to a narrow building squeezed between a laundromat, what appeared to be an occult bookshop. The door was unmarked, Zane knocked in a specific pattern. A slot opened at eye level. A pair of suspicious eyes peered out. "Zane the Grey," my mentor said calmly. "I believe you have a package waiting for me." The eyes widened slightly. The slot closed, I heard multiple locks being undone.

Zane dropped into his chair, legs splayed, fingers drumming against the armrest. The jealousy wasn’t quiet..it was a living thing inside his chest, pacing and snarling. He could feel it clawing at him, urging him to act. He’s in the Gray house now. Too close. Far too close. If Avery got comfortable there, if June kept letting him in, Zane knew how this would end. And Zane wasn’t about to sit back and watch it happen. He opened a drawer and pulled out a sleek black notebook. Inside, he began jotting down possibilities.