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Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 119476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 597(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 398(@300wpm)

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I used to believe in happily ever afters, until the man my mother married stripped away my innocence, piece by piece.

For years, he kept me completely isolated, locked away and out of sight. If not for my diary, I'm not sure I would have survived his torment.

But when two pink lines turn my world upside down, I know it's now or never—I have to escape before the monster down the hall learns my secret and destroys my only reason for living.

Alone and on the run, help comes from the last place I’d ever expect—his son.

Atlas swears he's nothing like his father. He says he only wants to protect me and my unborn baby.

Slowly but surely, he earns my trust and begins stitching me back together again, and before I know it, I find myself falling for him.

But no matter how much he feels like home, I can't shake the fear of what will happen if his father finds me. Because no amount of paper and ink will shield me from the past... or him.

HIS TO SAVE is the first standalone in the all new Lake Fortune series. If you enjoy small-town suspense, an over the top protective hero who will do anything for his woman, a pregnant heroine running from her dangerous past, a slight age gap, a slow burn romance brimming with all of the feels, and a guaranteed HEA, pre-order your copy today!

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PROLOGUE

GRACE

“He’s a charmer, that’s for sure. A silver-tongued devil with twinkling eyes,” I mutter to myself as I rummage through my filing cabinet, searching for his folder.

My receptionist has been on me for years to digitize, but I much prefer to write all my notes by hand. It’s more…personal.

I’ve been seeing Rand—I mean treating Mr. Wallace—for almost a year now, trying to help him navigate life as a single father after the tragic loss of his wife. It’s been nearly six years since she passed, and he’s still the textbook model of grief.

From denial to anger, bargaining to depression, and finally acceptance, I’ve helped him through it all. I’ve seen him at his worst, lost in the depths of his despair, and at his best, full of charm and easy smiles as he tries his best to get me to agree to a date.

I always turn him down, though, because as long as he’s my patient, I can’t ethically see him. But my goodness, as much as I don’t want to admit it, the temptation is there.

In a way, he reminds me of my Jim, of the love I’ve lost. Which is absurd; they couldn’t be more different.

Night and day, those two, truly.

Where Jim was a giver, kind and caring and always quick to smile, Rand is mercurial and compelling, with sharp wit and an even sharper tongue. We are the sun and the moon, and yet for reasons I don’t fully comprehend, I’m drawn to him.

My chest pinches tight, making it impossible to draw in a full breath as traitorous thoughts of my patient slip out of the padlocked box I keep them in.

I shouldn’t feel like this about him. About any man. My God, what kind of monster am I? My Jim’s only been gone four months.

Moisture gathers along my lashes, but I refuse to let the tears fall. I’m a professional, and my patients deserve nothing but the best, even if sometimes it feels as if Rand sees into the depths of my very soul, making it hard to tell who’s helping who.

“Get it together, Grace,” I admonish myself as I read over my notes from his last session. “Get. It. Together.”

It doesn’t matter how pretty his words are or how inviting his smile is—he’s off-limits. Giving into him would mean giving up the life I’ve worked so hard to build.

Becoming romantically involved with a patient is one of the worst offenses someone in my profession can commit. It’s career suicide, seeing as it would mean the loss of my license. No psychiatrist worth their salt would ever cross that line.

I’ve told Rand this before too, that it’s inappropriate—forbidden. The sly dog just smiles and says the best things in life always are.

“You are strong and capable.” I speak the words out loud as I take a seat behind my desk, shielding myself behind the wooden monstrosity. Usually, we both sit in my armchairs, knees nearly touching as we bow our heads together and share our pain. But something—mostly my weakening resolve—tells me distance is needed if I’m to keep my head on straight.

The intercom on my phone buzzes, and then my receptionist’s voice filters through. “Your eleven is here.”

I suck in a deep breath and hold it before slowly exhaling. “Great, send him back.”

My heart thunders in my chest as the seconds creep by. I swore to love Jim, and while our vows stated “till death,” I never in a million years thought I’d lose him so soon.

We were high school sweethearts, and it’s only been four months since he died. A mere blink compared to the eternity we promised one another.

Toward the end, Jim told me he wanted me to move on, to find happiness with another person again. It’s too soon.

My breaths come quicker now, sweat beading along my hairline.

But then, the door opens and Rand walks in, his lips turned up in a knowing grin—and just like that, my rising panic ebbs.

“It’s been too long, Gracie,” he murmurs, his dark stare boring into me as he crosses the room to claim his usual seat.

“It’s Dr. Morgan,” I correct him softly, my cheeks burning with equal parts desire and shame. I don’t know what it is about him, that he’s able to stir such conflicting emotions within me.

Every minute in his presence feels like a full-on war; I’m enchanted by his sweet words, enticed by his physique, horrified by my weak resolve, mortified by my ever-slipping professionalism, and ashamed for thinking of any man other than my Jim in such a way.

“Come on now, doll.” He leans back in the chair, a devilish smile twisting his lips as he spreads his legs wide. “We both know we’re past that.”

The deep drawl of his voice causes my nipples to pebble, making me extra thankful for the bulk of my sweater. “That’s…” I swallow roughly, counting down from five in my head before trying again. “That’s not appropriate, Mr. Wallace.”

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Total pages in book: 78
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ORION I’m torn between two women… They’re as different as night and day, yet I want them both. Frankie, the sensitive, single mom. Watching her care for her son damn near has me ready to give up my bachelor lifestyle. Then there’s my Bluebird, the stripper who’s captivated me since the moment I laid eyes on her. One woman is my soulmate and the other is my every fantasy come to life… I know I can’t have them both, but how am I supposed to choose? FRANKIE I feel like I’m living two lives… The sweet single mom by day and the sexy stripper by night. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine myself shaking my ass on stage for a bunch of horny men. Yet, here I am, doing just that. But it’s all worth it if it means I can give my son the childhood I never had. I can’t afford any distractions, especially of the tall, dark, and handsome variety. This is why my oh-so-tempting roommate is totally off-limits and can never know that his precious Bluebird and I are one and the same.
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PROLOGUE

FRANKIE

“ATF, get your wallets ready!” The DJ’s voice booms through the club, letting me know I better get my ass out there. “Because up next is your all-time favorite, Birdie!”

Even backstage, the whoops and hollers drown out all other sounds as men pull out fresh stacks of cash.

This job is literally the definition of same shit, different day. But the money I make is more than worth the monotony of shaking my ass for horny old men. Plus, it’s not like they can actually touch me—security would toss them so fast they probably wouldn’t even make contact.

I check my mask and pasties one last time and then strut out onto the stage, swaying my hips in a way that’s much sexier than my accompanying music calls for, but still, the crowd eats it up.

My eyes scan the audience as I dance, alternating between working the pole and the floor.

I’m halfway through my routine when a guy I’ve never seen before bolts out of his seat. The intensity of his gaze is alarming. With his tanned skin, dark hair, and rippling muscles, he’s easily the most attractive man I’ve ever seen.

For a split second, I think he’s about to rush the stage, but then he turns and heads for the bar. I’m as disappointed as I am relieved, and I’m not sure what that says about me.

The rest of my routine goes off without a hitch, and I quickly gather the cash littering the stage, making a big show of fanning myself with the bills before blowing a kiss out to the crowd and then retreating back behind the relative safety of the curtain.

“Good set,” Walter says, keeping his eyes squarely focused on mine. Being that he’s built like a brick shithouse with the temperament of a grandpa—until messed with—and totally into dick, he’s easily the best part about working here. He watches out for his girls and only hires staff who share his ideals of look but don’t touch and fuck around and find out.

“Thanks, Walt. Want me on the floor?”

He shakes his head. “You got a VIP.”

“Oh.” My heart thumps a little harder in my chest. Being one of the newer girls on the roster, Walter hasn’t put me on the list for private shows… until now. “Okay.”

“You’re ready, kid.” He steps aside, inclining his head toward the door down the hall. “He wanted a bed, but Ronnie talked him down to a couch. Still shelled out the big bucks for a private room, though.”

“Okay,” I say again, feeling more confident. Walt wouldn’t have put my name on the list if he didn’t think I was ready. He’s about people over profit and takes the comfort of his girls very seriously.

“Marcus will be outside of the door the entire time. If he tries anything, hit the panic button. Got it?”

I nod. “Got it.”

Walter grins. “Atta girl. Now go shake that ass like you’re getting paid to do it.”

My confidence grows as I head toward the VIP room. I know from hearing the other girls talk that this is where the big bucks are made. And seeing as I’m already bringing home enough to cover my rent and childcare, anything I make back here will go straight into a savings account for my son.

I nod to Marcus as he opens the door, letting me into the room. “Hey there, hand…” My words trail off as I take in the hottie I noticed during my set, sprawled out on the couch like he doesn’t have a worry in the world.

Quickly, I regain my composure. “Hey there, handsome.”

He rakes his teeth over his lower lip as he slowly takes me in, dragging his eyes over every inch of my body.

My breathing accelerates under his appraisal. His gaze feels hot and heavy, almost like a physical caress against my exposed skin. And I can’t help but wonder if him looking at me feels this good, how much better would his actual touch be?

The man is gorgeous, like out of this world attractive, and he’s here… with me. He’s literally paying money to be here with me.

“You seem nervous.” It’s a statement, not a question.

My hottie’s voice is unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. Deep and rich, like syrup.

“Maybe a little,” I whisper, rubbing my fingertips over my thighs.

“Would it make you feel better if I told you this was my first time?” His lips tip up in what has to be the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen.

“You’d be lying.” Right? Surely a man like him knows his way around a strip club.

“Cross my heart.” He draws an ‘X’ over his chest, and maybe it makes me an idiot, but for some reason, I believe him.

The thought of this being both of our first times in the VIP room sends a whole new rush of nerves—and maybe a little desire—rushing through me.

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Total pages in book: 80
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SAMSON She’s always been off-limits. Forbidden. Way too young for the likes of me. And yet, she still managed to carve out a space for herself in my heart. But when push came to shove, I made the only choice I could, and I did it even knowing it would break her heart. I’m back now, and ready to make her mine. Only, she’s not the sweet girl I left behind. She’s wild, reckless, and sexy-as-hell...a challenge I’m all too eager to meet. STELLA He was only ever meant to be a crush. After all, what girl isn’t into her older brother’s best friend? But somehow, our innocent flirting quickly gave way to so much more. He swore he felt the same way about me… he promised we’d tell my brother together the day I turned eighteen. Except the night before my birthday, he did the unthinkable, and now I’m not sure I know how to forgive him. All I know is, I refuse to be anyone’s dirty little secret.
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Prologue

Stella

“I’ll be back!” Orion shouts, kicking his bike and pedaling down the driveway.

I watch forlornly as he gets smaller and smaller the further away he rides, until eventually, he turns out onto the street. “It’s not fair,” I mutter, sulking on the bottom porch step, my arms crossed over my chest. “Stupid Orion gets to do everything.”

“Stelli Bear.” My dad sits down on the top step. “It’s not safe for you to ride your bike on the road. You could get hit by a car.”

“So can Orion.” I turn my glare toward my dad. “Or are you magically protected from becoming roadkill when you turn fourteen?”

“Stella Louise!” Dad’s tone tells me he’s not playing. “I’m not going to apologize for wanting to keep you safe.”

“But it’s not fair.” I sound like a whiny baby, but I don’t care. At eight, I’m practically already in double-digits, which is basically a teenager. So…

“Your brother will be back soon.”

“With another stinky boy.” I stand and plant my tiny fists on my hips. “Then there will be two of them to pick on me and ignore me.”

“If your brother’s so terrible, why are you so mad about not being able to tag along?”

I cringe at my dad’s word choice—tag along—that’s what Orion calls me when he’s being a butthead.

“It doesn’t matter.”

My dad grins, which only makes me madder.

“I’m going to the field.” I start toward my bike. “Or is that not safe either?”

“Stop being a brat, Stelli.” He stands too. “And wear your helmet.”

Begrudgingly, I strap my helmet on before tearing off down the path that leads to my special spot. Who cares if I can’t ride my bike on the big road; I can pedal down to the field—my field—and climb my favorite tree and that’s better than hanging out with my stupid, smelly brother any day.

The sun is high in the sky by the time I make it to my spot, which means it’ll be lunchtime soon, which means I better get to climbing if I want to reach the tallest branch.

I promised Mama and Daddy I wouldn’t go up to the tippy-top, but Orion told me you could see all the way across the valley from there and I want to know if it’s true.

Plus, he said I’d never make it to the top because I’m a wuss—which is a bald-faced lie! I’m not a wuss!

I plan my route up as I approach my tree. The branches get smaller and farther apart the higher up they go, but I know I can do it. I’m big and brave, almost a teenager—sort of—and definitely not a wuss.

I grab the lowest branch and hoist myself onto it, climbing quickly to the halfway point, where all of the branches shoot out into smaller limbs. This is where it gets tricky.

Slowly, I test the strength of the branch. It seems good—plus it can hold Orion, so it can definitely hold me.

It takes some time, but finally, I make it to the very top… only to realize my stupid brother is a stupid liar. You can’t see anything from up here except the tops of other trees.

But still, I made it and that has to count for something. I can’t wait to rub it in his dumb face.

“Stella?”

“Speak of the devil,” I mutter to myself, not really knowing what it means; but Mom says it a lot, so I do too.

“Smalls, where are you?” I keep super silent. I’ve always been better at hide-and-seek than Orion. He’ll never find me. “I see your bike, so I know you’re here!”

“Are you sure she’s out here?” I don’t recognize the voice, but it must be the boy he went to invite over.

“Yeah, man, she’s definitely here. She’s just hiding.”

“Why is she hiding?”

I can’t see them, but I know my brother rolled his eyes. He’s always rolling his eyes now. It makes Mom and Dad really mad, so I try my hardest not to do it.

“Who knows?”

I shift myself just enough to be able to see them through the leaves. Orion looks as dumb as ever, but his friend… he’s the handsomest boy I’ve ever seen.

Even from way up here, I can see his tan skin and blond hair. He looks like he lives at the beach and spends all day outside. I’ve never been to the beach…

“Stella! Mom said to come home for lunch! So, knock it off and come on!”

“Fine!” I call back and both of their eyes fly up to where I’m hiding in the tree.

“Jesus Christ, Stella!” Orion shouts. “What are you doing up there? Are you insane?”

“No, but you’re a liar.”

“What are you talking about? Just… just come down!”

“You said I could see across the valley from up here and you lied!”

“Smalls, I was just teasing you. I-I didn’t think you’d climb all the way up there.”

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EMMY My fall from grace was one for the books. All it took was his word against mine for everything to topple. Liar. Slut. Snitch. Now, I wear my shame like a scarlet letter pinned to my chest. People say I ruined his life. Except, he’s the one who irrevocably broke me—my heart, my body, my soul…my will to live. STERLING Like a little coward, she thinks the span of five states is enough to keep her safe. But I know where she is and I’m going to make her pay. She ruined my best friend’s life. Now…I’m going to ruin her. One by one, I’ll spill her secrets, until she has nowhere left to turn—except to me, her very own big, bad wolf.
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Prologue

Emmy

There isn’t a single cell of my body that doesn’t ache.

It’s the kind of hurt that pierces your skin and sinks into your veins, your bones, your fucking soul. It’s the kind of pain that eats away at you like poison, consuming all of the good within you until all that’s left is a shell.

I stumble, tripping over my own feet as I cross my bedroom. “Stupid, so stupid,” I mutter, righting myself. I flip on the lights as I enter my bathroom, recoiling at the bright light. God, even my eyes hurt.

I guess days upon days of crying will do that, huh?

My fingers tangle in my limp, dirty hair, and I wince as I tug on the ends, my past and my present colliding in my mind, morphing into a single mangled nightmare.

“It’s okay, Em. When you love someone, this is okay,” my stepbrother croons in my ear, his soft tone a stark difference to his rough touch. I wanted to tell him I didn’t love him. I wanted to yell and shout and scream for help, but my fear of him far outweighed my self-preservation. The last time I called for help, he backhanded me; when my mother asked what happened, Rob said I tripped and hit the dresser.

She believed him, too—didn’t even ask me.

My heart beats raggedly, like someone ripped the already damaged organ from my chest, shredded what was left of it, stomped on the pieces, and then hastily shoved the tattered remains back beneath my ribs.

“You like that puppy my daddy brought you?” Rob asks, and I nod. “Then you better do what I say or he might just disappear.”

“Stop, stop, stop!” I plea, the words a garbled cry to the universe. I want it all to go away, for the memories of then and the horrors of now to all stop. But I learned long ago there’s no one out there listening. Not to the likes of me, anyway. My own mother didn’t even hear my cries as I begged and pleaded for her to take my side.

“Not enough.” I pivot in a wide circle, clipping my hip on the vanity. “Never enough. Stupid!”

Tears cloud my vision as I struggle to breathe. I want… I need the pain to stop. For my past to stop haunting me. For the taunts and leers to go away.

I’m a top spinning out of control, desperate for someone—anyone—to save me from the path my own self-loathing is shoving me down. If I’d have been stronger—smarter—none of this would’ve happened to me.

I thought a fresh start would be the cure, but like a dark cloud, my secrets and scars followed me. And now, this place, what should have been a safe haven, is as tainted as the home I fled.

All because of Sterling Abbot—Rob’s best friend. With a torch in one hand and a pitchfork in the other, Sterling’s on a mission to make me pay for my alleged transgressions against my stepbrother.

“You thought you’d get off scot-free? That you’d run away and hide your sins? Not on my watch. You ruined him, his entire life, and now I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to dismantle everything you’ve ever loved. I’m going to dissect you, take you apart, and scatter the pieces. You think you regret spreading your legs for him? You’re going to regret spreading those lies even more. Take a seat, Emmalyn. Class is about to start.”

My breaths heave in and out of my lungs as a humorless laugh slips past my trembling lips. God knows, there’s not a single person on this planet who cares enough to try and pull me from the murky depths of my misery. If anything, they’d press their boots to the back of my head and hold me under.

My hands shake as I press down on the lid, pushing to the right.

“Dammit,” I cry as the orange bottle slips, and my blessed relief falls to the floor. The tablets scatter and roll around my feet as I fall to my knees in a desperate attempt to gather them.

With one hand clutching pills, I grip the edge of the vanity and pull myself back to standing with the other. The reflection staring back at me is the face of a stranger. She looks like me, but different, too. The face in the mirror is how I feel inside—worthless… empty… hollow.

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