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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)

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I love all the foster boys I was raised with. But there’s always been something special about Gabriel Gray.

For years I’ve tried to hide my attraction to him, because I know it’s one-sided.
Gabe is fiercely protective of me, but that’s as far as his affections go.

He’s older than me–something he reminds me of often - and he takes his role of caring for me seriously.

But when a family tragedy brings us together, grief and comfort lead to a fiery night of passion.
I might have given into my desires, but I refuse to let this change things between us. I know that Gabe will convince himself that staying with me is the right thing to do.

Gabe is my best friend, and I don’t want to lose him.

Is it too much to hope that fate has finally decided it’s our time, and I don’t have to choose between friendship and love?

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭:

✔️ Firefighter/Nurse

✔️ Friends to Lovers

✔️ All the Possessive Feels

✔️ Small Town Romance

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1

CHRISSY

I push the plate away because I just don’t have the stomach for it. It’s been a hell of a day, and I don’t see it getting any better. So far today, I’ve stitched up a woman that was beaten by her husband, and I’ve treated a kid and his dad that were in a car accident, three broken bones, one heart attack, and two people that came in after a bar fight.

“You okay? You going to make it?” Bethany, my friend who is also a nurse in the ER, asks me. Nothing that we’ve seen today has slowed her down. She’s eating her sandwich with gusto. Glancing around the hospital cafeteria, I'm relieved to see others who also appear tired. A few of my colleagues have the same look that I have, and it makes me feel a little better that I’m not alone.

“Four more hours to go.”

Bethany whistles and blows out a breath. “You’re about to jinx us. You never talk about how much time you have left. You know that, Chrissy.”

“Fine, yes, I’m going to make it. I’m just… I don’t know.”

She picks up a chip and points it at my plate. “You need to eat something.”

I pull my plate back toward me. I know she’s right. I’m exhausted, and whether or not I’m hungry, I know I need to keep my energy up. I take a bite of my turkey sandwich. “Happy?”

She smirks. “Ecstatic.”

We’re both quiet, and Bethany is the one to talk first. “Are you still thinking about changing departments?”

I shrug. I’ve been thinking about it for a few months, but my gut is telling me it’s time. I don’t have the love for my job that I once did. I’m not sure what it is, but I know I’m wanting to slow down. “Maybe. I’m still thinking about it.”

“Well, you know you can’t just leave me. You’re the only one I can talk about work with and you don’t get sick hearing it. My sister gags if I even talk about blood.”

I roll my eyes. Bethany is known for her graphic stories. “Maybe you shouldn’t go into such detail when you’re telling a story, Bethany. I swear I got sick when you talked about that amputation last week, and hell, I was in the room when it happened.”

She takes another bite of her sandwich, and as she’s chewing, she laughs. “Please, I just like to keep it interesting.” She chokes and swallows her mouthful. “Speaking of interesting… incoming.”

She nods her head toward the entrance of the cafeteria, and I suck in a breath. Gabriel Gray. My foster brother… my best friend… and the love of my life.

I avert my eyes from his because I don’t want him to see what I’m thinking. I try to appear uninterested, but I let my eyes travel down the length of him. His unruly hair is in a ponytail, and his dark blue T-shirt is tight across his broad shoulders and looks as if it might be cutting off the blood supply to his muscled arms. I let my gaze travel down, and he has on cargo pants that are tight in the thighs. The man is huge and a force to be reckoned with. Anywhere he goes, people gawk at him.

I look over at Bethany, and her mouth is hanging open as she watches him. I hate that jealousy surges inside me. I have no right to be jealous, but here I am, eaten up with it. “You might want to wipe your mouth. You’re drooling.”

She just smiles. “I mean, look at him. Of course, I’m drooling.”

“Hey, ladies.”

Gabe doesn’t wait to be invited. He pulls the chair out that is next to me, spins it around, and then straddles it. “How you doing, Bethany?”

She practically swoons and even giggles. “I’m doing good. How you doing, Mr. Hottie?”

I roll my eyes. “Really?”

She looks at me and then gestures to him. “What? It’s not like he doesn’t know.”

Gabe is watching me closely. “Know what?”

“Nothing,” I say.

Bethany laughs out loud like she’s enjoying this. “Right, well, if she’s not going to tell you, I will. Everyone calls you Mr. Hottie. You know because well, you’re a fireman and you’re hot.”

Gabe chuckles, and I swear the man blushes.

He’s staring at me. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

I look at Bethany and squirm at the curious way she’s looking at me. “I have not.”

Gabe reaches for me and brushes my hair off my face, tucking it behind my ear. I do my best not to let myself react to his touch. I wave his hand away. “I haven’t been avoiding you, I’ve been busy.”

I try to draw Bethany back into the conversation. “We’ve been busy in the ER, haven’t we?”

She nods at the clear look I give her. “What? Yes, I mean, yes, we’ve been busy.”

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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45202 (not accurate)
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At one time, Dominic Evans was my everything.
That was before everything fell apart.
My parents had warned me he wasn’t the right kind of man for me and Dom proved them right.

Now seventeen years later, I’m returning home.
Running from my own mistakes in the form of an abusive, cheating fiancé.
With my trail of bad luck, my car breaks down and Dom is the one who comes to my rescue.
I hate having to rely on him, but I don’t have much of a choice.

Next thing I know Dominic sets up a work space for me in his garage; and finds me a job.
Being with Dom is as easy as it used to be and before I know it, we’re friends.

One fake date later and all the chemistry and affection that we used to have roars to life.

I know I need to keep my guard up. He broke my heart once and he’ll do it again.
But what if this whole time he’s been protecting me?

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LUCIANA

This has never been part of the plan. I left Whiskey Run seventeen years ago to go to college and to get as far away as I could from the heartache I suffered here. After everything, I told myself that I would never move back. I came to visit my parents—well, Mom, now that Dad has passed away—but I always laid low while in town. Now here I am, my car packed to the rim, and I have no option but to return to my hometown because I have nowhere else to go. I’m returning to the place where my heart was shattered, and it hasn’t been the same since.

I pass the huge sign that says Welcome to Whiskey Run and take a big breath. I can do this. All I need is some time and space to figure this out, and then I’ll leave this town again. All I have to do is avoid one person—one man that pushed me away like I was just some notch on his belt. The one man that took my virginity and then treated me like trash when things got rough.

I’m looking out the window at the new buildings next to the highway when my car starts to sputter. I barely get it pulled to the shoulder of the road before it dies. I grip the steering wheel, eyes wide as I shake my head. This can’t be happening.

I bang my hand on the dashboard. Why am I surprised? After everything that happened the last three days, I should have expected something like this. This just fits in with my latest bout of bad luck.

I turn the key off and then try to start it again. Nothing.

I try it again, and it does the same thing. With both hands on the steering wheel, I grip it and scream as loudly and as long as my breath will let me. I stop and realize that none of my antics have made me feel better or made any changes to my current situation. I’m still broken down on the side of the road.

I flip down the visor and look at myself in the mirror. I grimace as I look back at my haggard self. It’s been a rough few days. It’s evident in the dark circles under my eyes, the look of hopelessness, the downturned lips, and probably most noticeable of all, the huge bruise surrounding one eye.

Just staring at it, it’s like I can feel the pain from when Ray hit me. I clench my eyes shut and shake my head as if I can just force all the bad memories away. I try to control my breaths, and when I can feel myself calming down, I peel my eyes open. But as soon as I look at myself, the anxiety raises again.

I flip the visor up. You’re strong, Luciana. You left, and you’re going to turn your life around.

My little pep talk doesn’t help, though, because I’m still stuck on the side of the road, no closer to a solution. Well, sitting here is not going to do anything. I grab my purse from the passenger seat and dig until I find my phone. I push the button on the side, and nothing happens. The screen is black, and I try not to lose my shit again. Of course the phone is dead.

I drop it back into my purse and then shove my door open. It’s not like I know what I’m doing, but I can at least open the hood and see if I can figure something out. I look in the direction of downtown Whiskey Run. If nothing else, I could probably walk home in less than an hour. I try to lift the hood, but when that fails, I go back to the car to find the lever to release it. After flipping it, I go back and open the hood. I don’t know what I thought I would find, but everything looks as it should.

There’s no smoke, no sounds, nothing. I reach for the battery and pull gently on the wires coming out of it, but they’re not loose. Of course they’re not; that would be too easy.

If my phone was charged, I could try and troubleshoot this, or if nothing else, call my mom to come get me. I walk around to the side of my car and lean against it. My choices are limited. I can wait for someone to stop and help, but I’m not in the right frame of mind to deal with people right now. I wouldn’t be able to avoid questions, and with one look at the bruise on my face, there would be questions. So that leaves walking. It’s not something I want to do, but it seems to be the best choice.

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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 54966 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)

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Holden is a professional baseball player on the injured list.

His only goal is getting back on the field… until he meets me.

Everyone knows about Holden Gray's reputation.

He goes through women faster than most baseball players go through sunflower seeds.

When he becomes my next physical therapy patient, I'm determined to keep things professional.

Something that proves more challenging than I expected.

Holden is determined to get off the bench in time for the playoffs.

He insists on having me and my son move into his house so I’m on-call twenty-four/seven.

Close quarters means there is a lot of tension brewing between us. I went down that road with my son’s father and I learned the hard way how relationships go with men like Holden.

Still, the chemistry between us is undeniable.

Holden makes it clear he wants more from me than PT.

So I agree to a fling.

Something with an expiration date so I can get out before my heart is involved.

But I might already be too late…

TropesSingle MomPlus Size LoveMillionaire AthleteLove TriangleInjury, nursing back to healthSecret RomanceOpposites AttractSports and Small Town Romance

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HOLDEN

I groan loudly into the empty room and then bury my face into the soft pillow. If I ignore the insistent knocking, maybe they’ll go away.

As soon as the knocking ceases, I burrow myself deeper under the covers, drawing them over my head. I shut my eyes tight, hoping to fall back asleep, but my brain won't stop working. All I can think about is the game that’s being played right now, and I’m not there… I won’t even be donning the uniform.

It doesn’t take much for me to imagine the feeling of being in that stadium with thousands of people cheering, and my teammates and I just trying to get a win. There’s no other feeling like it.

Now the team is going to have to do it without me.

I’m debating on getting up and watching the game on television when I hear footsteps coming down the hall. Fuck me, I should have known that one of them would find the key that I gave them to my house. I should've reclaimed them a while back.

“Holden Gray, get your ass out here.”

Growing up, when I would hear King holler my name that way, I would have come running. He may only be two years older than me, but he was like a dad to all of us. You didn’t ignore King when he commanded your attention. However, I know exactly why he's here. He’s going to tell me to get my shit together, and I’m not ready to hear it just yet.

My brothers Dom and Gabe decide to put their two cents in and state the obvious.

“He’s in bed.”

“Damn, this place is a disaster.”

Yeah, I’m in bed, and the place is a disaster. My brothers are a couple of geniuses.

My sister, who is always the peacemaker and the only one that can get away with telling any of us what to do, comes into my room. “All right, guys, leave him be. Go on and get started cleaning up the living room, turn the game on, and Holden will be out in just a minute.”

I don’t even have to see her and I know she’s waving the boys out of the room and looking at me with that pensive, worried look she has. My brothers won’t deny her. Chrissy is the youngest of all of us, and we’ve always looked out for her. But today it seems she’s determined to look out for me. As soon as the others are gone, I can feel the dip on the bed where she sits down. “Bub, it’s okay. It’s a strain, that’s all.”

I would much rather lie here and wallow in my own self-pity, but I can’t just ignore Chrissy. After taking a deep breath, I force myself to unwrap from my cover cocoon and sit up. Stretching my arms out, ignoring the pain on my shoulder, I smile at her. “I’m getting up.”

She measures me with a look, and I hate seeing pity on her face. Chrissy is the only one that can get away with it. She’s biting her lip and looking at me nervously, letting me know something is up. She could never hide things from us. “Spill it. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

“I looked at your MRI. There’s no tear, Holden. It’s a strain.”

She’s not telling me anything that I don’t already know, but I do appreciate the fact she’s a nurse and trying to reassure me. I stand up and grab my shirt off the back of the chair and pull it over my head. “I know, rotator cuff strain, but my coach still benched me.”

She crosses her arms over her chest and eyes me warily. She knows how I am. Hell, my brothers and I are all stubborn, and poor Chrissy has to deal with it all the time. “The keyword here is strain, Holden. Think about it. You do a few months of physical therapy and then you’ll get back on the field.”

Knock. Knock. My brother Gabe is leaning against the opened door of my room, and he stares between Chrissy and me, swinging his head back and forth. “Hey, what’s going on in here?”

Chrissy huffs and stands up. “We’re just talking, Gabe. If you’re here to give him crap, he doesn't need it.”

I watch as Gabe and Chrissy square off.

“I didn’t come in here to give him crap.”

“No, you came in here to be nosy.”

Gabe is taller than all of us, but he stands to his full height and glares at me. “No, I’m wondering what you’re doing in the bedroom with my brother.”

Automatically, my hand goes to my stomach because I’m sure I’m going to be sick. “She’s our sister, Gabe.”

He glares at Chrissy, who has her hands on her hips and is standing toe to toe with him. Gabe’s nostrils flare, and I realize that he’s really pissed off. “Not really.”

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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56416 (not accurate)
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King is a determined billionaire… posing as a professional cuddler to get close to me.

He’s the type of man who always gets what he wants, and right now, he wants me—the socially awkward, plus-size model with intimacy issues.
I’ve never had anyone hold me, hug me – or even love me – and my therapist thinks a professional cuddler will help break down the walls I’ve built to protect my heart.
I’m skeptical at best…
But King is so good at holding me together that the line between professional and personal quickly blurs, igniting a passion I’m not prepared for.
King and I might be fifteen years apart, but our connection is undeniable.
When his true identity is revealed, I feel betrayed.
Until he proposes an irresistible deal: a fake marriage. He gets what he desires, and I get what I need.
I reluctantly agree… with boundaries of course.
Now, I just have to keep reminding myself that this isn’t real.

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HAVEN

I hired a professional cuddler.

I shake my head from side to side as I stand here, staring up at the ten-story hotel and trying not to run.

I hate this. Heck, I hate everything about it, but I know I have to do something because I can’t keep going the way I am.

I’m twenty-five years old. I’ve never hugged another person, never said I love you, and every attempt at dating ends when a man reaches for my hand or tries to get close to me.

My therapist calls it intimacy avoidance, and after years of therapy, this seems like a last attempt at healing. I can even sense the desperation from my therapist when she suggested I try this.

I pull my shoulders back, stop fidgeting, and pretend I’m on a job instead of walking into an uncomfortable situation. I’m a plus-size model, and I can usually fake the confidence for photoshoots, walking runways, and modeling gigs. My plan is to treat this the same way.

I walk into the fancy hotel, stop in my tracks as it hits me, and wonder what the hell am I doing? This is a hotel, and I’m about to go into a room with a perfect stranger. Tense, I put my hand to my forehead and think about how this is not very smart of me because people are going to think I’m some kind of hooker or something.

However, this is definitely not the type of place that rents the room by the hour because it is one of Jasper’s elite hotels.

I’m about to walk out when a man approaches me. “Haven Weston?”

My forehead creases as I stare at the man. He seems harmless enough. He’s shorter than me and smaller in stature. Definitely not a threat. But does he recognize me from modeling or from the profile intake sheet I had to fill out for a cuddler?

I point to myself. “I’m Haven. Are you Victor?”

He nods his head but doesn’t reach his hand out. Maybe he knows that I wouldn’t want to take it, but he remains standing with his hands in his pockets, just smiling at me.

“Yeah, I’m Victor, and I thought I’d meet you out here for the first appointment. It usually freaks people out a little to be meeting at a hotel. So the first floor of the hotel has restaurants, boutique shops, and a few other businesses, and we have our offices here too. Will you follow me?”

I nod, my fake confidence already starting to wear. I follow him down the hallway and stop outside an office. He doesn’t attempt to open it; he just gestures to the door. “So through here are our offices. I like to sort of explain things before going in because I’ve found that a lot of people that visit us don’t like surprises. The first room is just a room. There is a couch, two chairs and a desk in the corner. The next room over is a room with a television, couch, and more chairs. We have another room that has a bedroom that is used for cuddling.”

Before I can interrupt, he continues. “Everything is on the up and up here. We move slowly. Today, we’ll just get to know each other. Slowly, we’ll work through things until you’re comfortable. It can be simple hand-holding, massage, meditation, talking through what you’re feeling, and eventually cuddling. But we move at your pace.”

I have a thousand questions rolling through my head, but I can’t form a sentence to save my life, so I just clear my throat and nod my head.

He opens the door, walks in, and holds it open for me. I don’t know what I was expecting. Maybe some gaudy bedroom with silk sheets and the stench of sweat or something. That’s exactly what I was expecting. I have built this up so much in my head that I’ve twisted it to something it’s not.

I’m here for legitimate therapy. It sounds insane to think that cuddling with someone is going to help me, but I have to give it a shot. Nothing else has done any good, so I need to go at this with an open mind.

Victor waves his hand around the room. “Sit wherever you’ll feel most comfortable.”

I avoid the couch and sit down in the chair that seats one person. Victor grabs a clipboard and sits in the chair across from me.

“Tell me about yourself, Haven.”

I start by saying "uh" and then go into the spiel I always use at work. “I’m a professional plus size model. I’m twenty-five years old and from Whiskey Run. I love reading, volunteering, and walking.”

He smiles at the paper in his hand as he takes notes. “Okay, now tell me about you… why are you here?”

My voice gets softer and less sure. “Because I have intimacy avoidance.”

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