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Son of Stone (Stone Barrington Series #21)

Son of Stone (Stone Barrington Series #21)

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by Stuart Woods

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A new addition to the New York Times-bestselling Stone Barrington series.

After an eventful trip to Bel-Air and a reunion with his sophisticated (and very wealthy) former love, Arrington Calder, Stone Barrington is back in New York, and he's looking to stay closer to home and cash in on his partnership at Woodman & Weld.

But Arrington has other


A new addition to the New York Times-bestselling Stone Barrington series.

After an eventful trip to Bel-Air and a reunion with his sophisticated (and very wealthy) former love, Arrington Calder, Stone Barrington is back in New York, and he's looking to stay closer to home and cash in on his partnership at Woodman & Weld.

But Arrington has other plans for Stone...including introducing him to the child he fathered many years ago.

Editorial Reviews

Not the least new surprise that Stone Barrington confronts in his latest outing is that he is the father, not just of a newborn, but of a fifteen-year-old boy. Arriving with that revelation are a host of problems, including his relationship with lover Arrington Calder and the aggressive prying of a tabloid celebrity sleuth. A suave change of pace for a popular series.

Publishers Weekly
Everything flows so smoothly in Woods's 21st Stone Barrington novel (after Bel-Air Dead) that one knows disaster can't be too far behind for the New York lawyer now a full partner in Woodman & Weld, among his other duties. Arrington Calder, Stone's lover and the mother of Peter, the son Stone unknowingly fathered 15 years before, wants father and son to get to know one another. Stone and Peter, who has plans for a film director career that includes Yale Drama School, form an easy relationship. While Arrington sees to the completion of her Virginia mansion, Stone begins using his connections to ease Peter's path, though the precocious teenager doesn't need much help. Kelli Keane, New York Post reporter, is one fly in the ointment as she probes the relationship of Stone and Arrington. Series fans may enjoy the flagrant uses of wealth, prestige, and influence, but Woods provides little of the mystery or suspense he's delivered so well in the past. (Sept.)
Library Journal
Yup, looks as if Stone Barrington had a son—according to rich-rich former love Arrington Calder. She's got other plans for him, too. Don't know yet where the suspense comes in—though those plans are probably dangerous—but Woods is always popular.
Kirkus Reviews

New York super-lawyer Stone Barrington's teenaged son comes to live with him. Wait, there's less, much less.

Naturally, the kid is a genius: handsome, charming, courteous, already at 15 a precocious filmmaker who graduated from high school early because they'd run out of things to teach him. How could he miss, with parents like Stone (Bel-Air Dead,2011, etc.) and Arrington Calder, the movie actress Stone impregnated shortly before she was swept off her feet and to the nuptial bed by legendary star Vance Calder? Swiftly recovering from his initial jitters about parenthood, Stone buys Peter new clothes, lays some fatherly advice on him and takes him to a board meeting of Centurion Studios, where Peter passes a rough cut of his amateur movie on to CEO Leo Goldman Jr., who's eager to buy it outright. With a little help from his friends, Stone helps Peter change his name to Barrington, backdates his birth certificate two years, helps him get into exclusive Knickerbocker Hall and greases the path to the Yale Drama School. While he's at it, he proposes marriage to Arrington, who's traveled to New York to help Peter get settled, warm Stone's bed and incidentally escape from Prof. Timothy Rutledge, the jealous architect who designed her house in Virginia and warmed her own bed. So many scenes pass without casting a shadow over the new family's happiness, as in a Care Bears story, that you just know something bad must be looming, and finally, in Chapter 50, it arrives. Fortunately, the characters pull themselves together manfully with the help of some philosophical reflections, a convenient .45 and a fresh infusion of cash.

Further proof, if the series needed it, that there's no lifecycle trauma that won't yield to the power of money, contacts and bling.

Product Details

Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:
Stone Barrington Series , #21
Product dimensions:
6.38(w) x 9.25(h) x 1.13(d)
Age Range:
18 Years

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Elaine’s, late.
Stone Barrington and Dino Bacchetti sat, sipping what each of them usually sipped, gazing desultorily at the menu. Elaine came and sat down.
“Having problems deciding?” she asked.
“Always,” Dino said.
“Are you being a smart-ass?” she asked.
“I’m torn between the pasta special and the osso buco,” Dino said.
“Yeah,” Stone said, “Dino is always torn.”
“Are you being a smart-ass?” Dino asked.
“I’m just backing you up, pal,” Stone said.
“Have the pasta,” Elaine said. “It’s terrific.”
“How can I pass that up?” Dino asked, closing his menu.
“Dino,” Stone said, “you’re veering toward the ironic again. Watch yourself.”
Elaine looked at Dino. “You’re lucky there isn’t a steak knife on the table.” She flagged down a passing waiter. “Two pasta specials,” she said, her finger wagging between Stone and Dino.
“I’ll have the osso buco,” Stone said.
“I just sold the last one,” the waiter replied.
“Tell you what,” Stone said, “I’ll have the pasta special, with a chopped spinach salad to start.”
“Me, too, on the salad,” Dino said.
“And a bottle of the Mondavi Napa Cabernet,” Stone added.
“Good,” Elaine said, then she got up and wandered a couple of tables away and sat down there.
“That was close,” Stone said. “You could have gotten a fork in the chest.”
“I didn’t want the pasta,” Dino replied.
“Then why didn’t you order the osso buco to begin with?”
“They were out.”
“You didn’t know that.”
“Does it matter? They wouldn’t have had it anyway.”
They sat in silence for a moment, Stone sipping his Knob Creek, Dino sipping his Johnnie Walker Black.
“When does Ben get home for the holidays?” Stone asked. Benito was Dino’s teenaged son.
“Tomorrow,” Dino replied. “I get him first. Mary Ann will have him for Christmas dinner at her father’s.”
“Could you bring him to dinner tomorrow night?”
Dino looked at him oddly. “Since when did you especially want to have dinner with Benito?”
“Since Arrington decided to come to New York for Christmas and bring Peter.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
“I didn’t know until tonight. I was just leaving the house when she called. They’re due in early tomorrow afternoon.” Stone showed Dino the photo of the boy that Arrington had given him. “This was over a year ago,” he said. “I guess he’s bigger now.”
Dino gazed at the photograph. “Amazingly like your father,” he said.
“How would you know? You never met my father.”
“I’ve met the photograph of him in your study about a thousand times,” Dino replied.
“Oh, yeah.”
“Does he know?”
“Don’t start that again,” Stone said.
“I didn’t start it, you did; some years back.”
Stone’s shoulders sagged. “All right, all right.”
“When exactly was it? I know you know.”
Stone cast his thoughts back. “Right before we were going to the islands for the holidays, to St. Marks. The night before, actually. I had bought her a ring.”
“You never told me that. You were really going to ask her?”
“Yes, I was. That morning it started snowing. I got to the airport and got a call from her saying that she was stuck in a meeting at the New Yorker. She had written a piece for them, and she was working with the editor. She said she’d get the same flight the next day. I was pissed off, but my bags were already on the airplane, and I didn’t want to go through that a day later, so I left. As it turned out, while she was at the New Yorker they assigned her to write a profile of Vance Calder.”
“Exactly. Turns out I got the last flight out of the airport before they closed it because of the snowstorm. She was stuck in the city for another day. Then Vance arrived in town and they had dinner. I met the flight the following day, and she wasn’t on it, and I couldn’t get her on the phone. Finally, a few days later, I got a fax at my hotel.”
“A Dear Stone letter?”
“Right. She was marrying Vance.”
“And when did she find out she was pregnant?”
“I’m not sure. I was out in L.A. four or five months later, and . . .”
“I was there, too, remember?”
“Yes, I remember. And when I saw her there she was obviously pregnant.”
“Did she say whose it was?”
“No, because she didn’t know.”
“The two . . . events were too close together, huh?”
“When did she know?”
“Not until after Vance’s death, I think.”
They were quiet again. “Had she seen the photograph of your father?”
“Sure, she was in the house a lot when we first met.”
“So she knew sooner than Vance’s death?”
“I don’t know; she may have been in denial.”
“Did Vance know?”
Stone shook his head. “She told me the subject never came up.”
“When did she finally admit it to you?”
“When we were in Maine a few years back, remember? Then, when you and I were staying at her house in Bel-Air last year, we had a frank talk about it. She said she had had a brush with ovarian cancer and had surgery, and that seemed to get her thinking about Peter’s future. She wanted me to spend some time with Peter, but it hasn’t happened until now. He’s been in boarding school in Virginia for more than a year.”
“So, we’re looking at a family reunion, huh?”
Stone grinned ruefully. “I never thought of it that way. Arrington and I have spent so little time together over the years.”
“So, how are you feeling about this?” Dino asked.
“Scared stiff,” Stone said.


Arrington Calder awoke in her rented house in Virginia and immediately smelled the man lying next to her. It was odd how he had this consistent personal odor—not unpleasant, but certainly distinctive. He even had it immediately after showering. It was strange.
She carefully lifted his arm from across her body, because she didn’t want to wake him yet. Today, she had to have a conversation with him that she didn’t want to have and that he wouldn’t want to hear, and she was putting it off until the last minute. He was extraordinarily jealous, something she had found a little attractive when she had first started seeing, then sleeping with, him, after she had hired him to design her new house. He was prominent among Virginia architects and was a professor of architecture at the University of Virginia in nearby Charlottesville. His name was Timothy Rutledge.
She managed to slip out of bed without waking him and tiptoed across the bedroom, through the dressing room, where her packed bags, still open, awaited her departure, then into the bathroom, where she closed the door to shut out the sound of the shower. She washed her face, having not had time to do that the night before, because of his persistence.
She got into the shower and began to feel better. In a couple of hours she would be away from here for a while, and that would give him time for his ardor to cool.
She was washing her hair, her eyes closed against the shampoo, when he let himself into the shower. She tried to drive her elbow into his belly, but his arms were around her from behind, pinning hers to her body. He fumbled around, trying to enter her from behind, but she struggled free. “Get out!” she said, pushing him out the swinging glass door.
He stood on the bath mat, fuming. “What’s the matter with you?” he demanded.
“Go down and start breakfast,” she said. “I’ll be there in half an hour.”
“Why are your bags packed?” he asked.
“I’ll talk to you downstairs. Now go!”
Reluctantly, he went.
She rinsed her hair thoroughly, then shut off the water and felt for the bath sheet on the hook outside the door. She dried herself, then picked up the hair dryer and dried her blond hair, helping it into place with a brush. That done, she applied her makeup, then got into her traveling clothes, a pants suit. She picked up the phone in her dressing room and pressed a button for her son’s room. “Peter,” she said, “time to get up.”
He picked up the phone. “I’m way ahead of you,” he said. “I’m packing.”
“Good boy.” She hung up and went downstairs. Tim had prepared eggs, bacon, and toast, and she sat down and began to eat.
“Where are you going?” Tim asked. He seemed calmer now.
“To New York.”
“Family business.”
“You don’t want to tell me?”
“Not really. It’s none of your business. Eat your breakfast; I want you gone before Peter comes down.”
He made a stab at the food. “How long will you be gone?”
“Through Christmas,” she said.
“We’ll have to talk about the finishing touches on the house.”
“You can reach me on my cell phone,” she said.
“I had hoped we could spend Christmas together,” he said. “The three of us.”
“Tim, there isn’t going to be any three of us. Peter is visiting his father in New York.”
“I thought his father was dead.”
“That was his stepfather.”
He looked puzzled. “Vance Calder wasn’t Peter’s father?”
“He was not.”
“Then who is?”
“Please don’t concern yourself with my private life,” Arrington said. She stood up and put her dishes in the sink. “I have to finish packing now. We’ll be leaving soon.” She heard Peter coming down the stairs.
“Please leave quickly by the back door,” she said, taking his halfeaten breakfast and scraping it into the garbage disposal.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” he said, getting into his coat.
“Not unless it’s something about the house,” she replied.
He gave her an angry look, then he walked out the kitchen door.
Peter came into the kitchen. “What’s for breakfast?” he asked. He was fifteen now, big and mature for his age.
“What would you like?”
“Oh, I’ll just toast myself a muffin,” he said, opening the fridge.
“Will you be ready to go in half an hour?” she asked.
“I’m ready to go now, but my muffin isn’t.”
“The crew has the airplane ready. Thirty minutes.”
“I’m with you,” he said.
“Peter, I’m sending you ahead alone,” she said. “I have an appointment in Charlottesville, and it’s going to take the whole day. The airplane will come back for me.”
Peter shrugged. “Okay, I guess.”
Arrington went back upstairs to close her cases. Everything was so good right now, except for this thing with Tim Rutledge. She would put an end to that over Christmas.


Stone spent the morning actually working. Since his elevation to full partnership at Woodman & Weld, and since his appointment to the boards of Strategic Services and Centurion Studios, he had been required to read—and even understand—every bit of financial paper sent to him by the law firm and by both companies, so that he could intelligently discuss them at meetings. Today, he and Mike Freeman, chairman and CEO of Strategic Services, who also served on the Centurion board, would be meeting Leo Goldman, Jr., the CEO of the studio appointed a year before, when Rick Barron, longtime head of the studio, retired and became merely chairman.
Stone had taken only one accounting course in college, and he thanked God that he had not slept through it. Soon he could read a balance sheet with the best of them.
He had a sandwich at his desk, anticipating the arrival of Arrington Calder and her son, Peter. He buzzed his secretary, Joan Robertson.
“Yes, master?”
“I’m going to have this little boy on my hands for the better part of two weeks,” Stone said. “What the hell am I going to do with him? Children’s theater? Museum of Natural History? Boats on the pond in Central Park?”
“How old is the boy?” she asked.
“Twelve, I think.”
“Well, that lets out girls; he’ll still hate them. How about South Street Seaport? Boys love sailing vessels.”
“Good one,” Stone said, making a note. “More.”
“Ummm . . . Central Park Zoo?”
“Another good one. More.”
“The Lion King?”
“Oh, God, I’ve been avoiding that for years.”
“You’ll love it, believe me. And that’s enough for three or four days. I’ll do some research. What are you doing for dinner tonight? Not Elaine’s, I hope.”
“Why not Elaine’s? He might see a movie star, or something. Anyway, Dino is bringing Ben, who’s just home from school for Christmas.”
“Well, I wouldn’t worry too much about what to do with him. After all, Arrington will be here, too, and she, at least, is accustomed to acting as a parent.”
“Don’t say ‘parent,’ ” he said. “Hearing it gives me the willies. I’ll be his host.”
“You’ll survive,” she said, then hung up.
Stone finished his sandwich, frequently checking his watch. Arrington’s Gulfstream III was due into Teterboro at noon, or so, and he had hired a driver and sent his car to meet them. So, he reckoned, they should be here about ... the upstairs doorbell rang . . . now. He took a deep breath, got into his jacket, and ran up the stairs to the front hall. One more deep breath, a big smile slapped on his face, and he opened the door.

Meet the Author

Stuart Woods is the author of more than forty novels. He is a native of Georgia and began his writing career in the advertising industry. Chiefs, his debut in 1981, won the Edgar Award. An avid sailor and pilot, Woods lives in Florida, Maine, and New York.

Brief Biography

Key West, Florida; Mt. Desert, Maine; New York, New York
Date of Birth:
January 9, 1938
Place of Birth:
Manchester, Georgia
B.A., University of Georgia, 1959

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Son of Stone 3.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 158 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I think Stuart Woods is starting to phone it in instead of committing to true story development. This one is just too simple to be a mystery everything just falls into place unlike real life. His wife to be jumps out of bed with her lover, tells him to hit the bricks and within a short time is married to Stone. He has the perfect son who writes, stars and directs the perfect movie, meets the perfect girl who write the perfect score for the movie and sell it all for twenty million dollars. Give me a break! I think Woods feels he has the perfect fan base, just throw it out there and they'll buy it, unfortunately I did. I'm a big fan but not of this kind of tripe.
Kathleen Mann More than 1 year ago
SNOOZE FEST.Skip this one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The characters lack any emotional depth. Characters are one dimentional and uninteresting. I think this is an end to my reading Stuart Woods. I only gave it one star, but when I posted it, they added a star. I guess that way they try to make a book look better than it is. Not sure it is even worth one star.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is the WORST book I have ever read. Everyone who buys it deserves a refund! I was so excited to see a new Stone barrington book come out and then to waste time in my life that I will never get back reading this trite, boring, ridiculous, emotionless, amatureish book - what a dissapointment. Stuart, you should be embarassed at what you've done to Stone and the gang. Perfect Peter made me want to throw up. I want to believe that you didnt write it, because I know you can do much better.
Seacloud6 More than 1 year ago
Enjoyed every one of the previous books, however this one is really bad. Everyone and everything ... just too perfect...like a poor romance novel. Stuart....we're through!
Nancy Commissaris More than 1 year ago
I usually enjoy the Stone Barrington series, but almost could not believe the 'flatness' of #21. The dialog was poor throughout the entire book. What has happened??
FishinCaptain More than 1 year ago
I have followed Stone Barrington since his introduction way back when. This is clearly Woods poorest effort in the series, although it has been trending that way for the last few. It seemed that many of the scenes were created simply to fill up the requisite number of pages. It was a lot more fun when Stone was hustling to make a living and not flush with cash! Let us hope that Mr. Woods can recapture the old Stone or he will have one less reader.
Stoneman11 More than 1 year ago
Woods is wearing out! This was his worst to date and will probably be his last for me. Very amateurish and a waste of my time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I tried to get my money back from B & N. Wish I could give a negative rating. Can't believe he got paid for writing such tripe. Woods should give everyone an apology And their money back.
Well_Read More than 1 year ago
Mr. Woods should never have written this book. It is completely out of genre, there is NO mystery, and he is preachy throughout. He shouldn't use a light mystery book to soapbox his causes. It's also very apparent that the "reviews" published in the front of the book must either be paid reviews or the reviewers didn't read the book. I'd put this book more in the fantasy genre as NONE of this realm. Come on, a genius boy, meets his father after 16 years and allows him to preach to him on how to behave in public and with his friends? And how realistic is it for ALL the cards to continue to fall into order for Stone. Come on Mr. Woods, your readers are not (or weren't) children. I wish there was a minus scale on the ratings, I'd be well into with this book. Mr. Woods has lost another reader for good!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So disappointed, not up to your usual writing Mr. Woods.
Gennity More than 1 year ago
Shame on Mr Stuart. I feel insulted. At first I thought it was me, I have been reading more literally challenging books and I was thinking that this book was not up to par, but then I soon realized that this book was just writing at its worst.  I felt like I was reading a not very good first time author. I never looked at the reviews because I have always enjoyed Stuarts books.  I will not make that mistake again. If I could have returned this book I would have.
FastEddieCA More than 1 year ago
If you like infantile dialogue and zero plot then this book is for you. I defy anyone to tell me what was funny about the Rockettes joke. Last Woods book for me. I just wanted to add, I think the publisher owes everyone who bought this mess a refund and a sincere apology. How it arrived on any "best" list is a mystery, the only thing about the book that is.
John Logan More than 1 year ago
A fan of Woods but this book is not very good
cage47 More than 1 year ago
Son of Stone is a soap opera story well below what's expected of Stuart Woods. This volume was made to move the Stone Barrington character onto the next level but this could have been done using Woods' skill as a writer in a much better way perhaps as flashbacks in a more interesting story.
Anonymous 10 months ago
I've generally enjoyed the Stone Barrington series, but this title was obviously put together to tie up the "loose end" of Stone's relationship with Arrington. There was little or no tension in the plot, despite the deranged architect and sub plot with Stone's son Peter and his friends. It all seemed engineered to dispose of Arrington, leaving Stone even more wealthy and privileged than before, and still footloose so he can romance a different femme fatale in subsequent stories. Peter is an especially cardboard character, so responsible as to be unbelievable, and his easy acceptance of Stone as his father was expeditious rather than believable. Mr. Woods you could have done much more with this. And if you were that bored with the characters, why not send them off to live happily ever after? Oh yeah...money to be made on sequels.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm not sure who is writing his books but I don't think it is Stuart Woods. Early in the series, Arringtons child was born a girl. Then later it was a boy. Another big change was Herbies uncle went from Bob Cantor (from the first book until this one) to being Bob Berman.
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love it love it cannot wait for new ones to be released
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
What happen to Mr. Wood? He is a much better writer then this. Grade D- feeling generous because other are better.
Alliecat37HW More than 1 year ago
Loved the book. Woods builds such great characters.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I could not finish this novel. Conversations were stilted, the plot was overly staged, and the son was unbelievable to the point of being sickening. Would have given it 0 stars but was not sure it would register.
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