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SWAT Generation 2.0 Series by Lani Lynn Vale – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com Sat, 12 Dec 2020 14:13:00 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=6.9.4 http://www.ilovenovels.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/favicon.png SWAT Generation 2.0 Series by Lani Lynn Vale – Read Books Online Free Ebooks good best novels to read http://www.ilovenovels.com 32 32 Depends On Who’s Asking (SWAT Generation 2.0 #12) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale http://www.ilovenovels.com/depends-on-whos-asking-swat-generation-2-0-12-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Sat, 12 Dec 2020 14:03:26 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/depends-on-whos-asking-swat-generation-2-0-12-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: SWAT Generation 2.0 Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 71
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It was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring…nope. No. Nuh-uh. That’s a lie. The moment that Caro wakes up, she knows that she’s not alone. One thump-thump from the living room and she quickly moves into action. One 9-1-1 call later, and she’s ready to defend herself. Only, she gets more than she bargains for when she steps out into her living room and comes face to face with a living, breathing nightmare. And isn’t it just fitting that the man that saves her by coming down the chimney with a large black gun in his hand is named Saint Nicholas? *** It seemed like the start of a bad joke. Saint Nicholas comes down the chimney on Christmas Eve night, but he isn’t there to bear gifts. He’s there to take out the trash. When he lands on his silent feet, he has no other choice but to put himself in harm’s way. One look at Caro’s terrified face, and he can’t stop himself. He steps in just as the bullets start flying, saving the damsel in distress and taking a bullet to the shoulder for his trouble. But one thing he can say is, heroes always win the girl. And Caro is the best Christmas miracle of all.
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PROLOGUE I

I may look innocent, but I screenshot a lot.

-T-shirt

SAINT

Seventeen years old

“Are you ready?”

I looked up at my mother who was bent down smiling at me.

I was ready.

I’d been ready for hours.

Yet, as the son of the President and First Lady of the United States, I was expected to do things that most other kids weren’t.

Like sit around for hours, doing nothing, on Christmas Eve.

I was also dressed like a pretentious asshole in layers and layers of fabric that itched. Yet again, I wasn’t allowed to complain.

Not and be ‘presentable.’

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, trying my hardest to sound pleasant and not the pissed off teen that I actually was.

At seventeen, I should’ve been at home, hanging with my friends, or spending time at a party with my family. Instead, I was at a fundraising dinner, or whatever, with my parents and about two hundred of Capitol Hill’s finest.

Or, at least I was told they’re Capitol Hill’s finest.

I didn’t like half of them. And the other half I was ambivalent about.

“Let’s go,” one of the two secret service agents that were sworn to protect only me ordered.

His name was Daniel, and he was an asshole.

But he was a protective asshole, so I guessed that worked in my favor.

The other secret service agent tasked to protect me, Phillipe, fell into step on my other side as my mother and her secret service agents fell into step beside her.

My father wasn’t far behind with his, but he got hung up by a senator that he was trying to win favor with and stopped. Again.

“Jesus Christ,” I said to nobody in particular. “Will this fucking night ever end?”

“Language,” my mother growled.

I looked over at her and narrowed my eyes.

“I’m fucking tired of this, Mother,” I ground out. “This is getting to the point where it’s ridiculous. I didn’t have to come with you tonight. I could’ve stayed at home, yet, alas, I was forced to because it would ‘look good for Daddy’s reelection.’”

My mother’s eyes narrowed. “Language, Saint.”

I narrowed my eyes back. “Don’t lecture me on my language. How about you tell me why we can’t spend a holiday on our own? Or, how about you tell me why, for the love of God, y’all just can’t leave me behind?”

My mother looked like she wanted to smack me upside the head.

She wouldn’t, because someone might very well see it and print it in the newspapers, but I could tell she wanted to.

We couldn’t do anything normal.

Every single move, every single shit we took, was scrutinized.

And it was getting really fucking old.

I’d spent four fucking years doing this, and I was tired.

Not to mention the two years before that my father spent campaigning.

Or the six years before that my father spent as the senator of Arkansas.

Politics had been my life for as long as I could remember. The only problem was, I didn’t want politics to be my life. I wanted to be a regular teenager.

And that wouldn’t ever happen if I hung around any longer than I had to.

Luckily, as of December nineteenth, and thanks to my homeschool teachers that taught me at the White House, I would be a graduate.

In the eyes of the world, I would be officially an adult.

That meant that I could say, do, and shit wherever I wanted, and my parents couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

Though, that was probably a lie I told myself, too.

They could likely stop me from doing everything.

If they knew what I was doing, that was.

I had a plan, though. Come December twenty-sixth, I had a meeting. One that I would be making. Alone.

For now, I would bide my time until everything was in place.

PROLOGUE II

I’m not Rapunzel, but you can still pull my hair.

-T-shirt

SAINT

One year ago

The op we were working at that particular moment in time was a fucking joke.

The old SWAT team knew it. The new SWAT team that I was a part of knew it. Yet, we were doing it anyway.

Honestly, I knew this was a test, that I should be taking this seriously, but I wasn’t.

We were at a repeat offender’s house.

A man that, according to the old SWAT team, got the cops called on him often. And when the SWAT team came, he nearly always went into defense mode and did spectacular things that really should get him shot. Yet, the guy always managed to live to do his bullshit another day.

Just as I was thinking this, the guy we’d entered the house to apprehend, did a spectacular swan dive into the frozen pool below.

According to everyone that I’d asked, he was a crazy motherfucker that did stupid things.

Like dive into a pool that was sheeted over with ice.

It was cold for Texas—something that I’d been told, anyway. I wasn’t originally from here. I had been born in Arkansas, moved to California, then back to Arkansas where my dad became the governor. Then we moved to Washington, DC when my dad was campaigning and then became the president. It was, indeed, cold during winter. Winter in Texas was Washington, DC’s spring.

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Nobody Knows (SWAT Generation 2.0 #11) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale http://www.ilovenovels.com/nobody-knows-swat-generation-2-0-11-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Mon, 09 Nov 2020 21:58:04 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/nobody-knows-swat-generation-2-0-11-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Romance Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: SWAT Generation 2.0 Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 67
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All he ever wanted was to matter to someone. What he didn’t know was that he did matter to someone. Someone that worried about him every single day that he was gone. Malachi Gabriel Gnocchi was missing for two years. Thanks to a mission gone wrong, not only had he been captured, but his best friend along with his fellow teammates had been taken, too. He spent two years in hell, hoping and praying that one day he’d get to go home. And one day he does. Only, he isn’t the same person that left. Every single thing that made him Malachi is no more. Sierra started writing to soldiers overseas through the soldier pen pal program when she was in high school. Years later, she had no idea that the one soldier that she’d been paired up with in the very beginning would be the one man that would change her world eight years down the road. When the letters from her soldier stopped, she knew that something bad had happened. When they started back up again two years after the last letter, she thought that someone was playing a joke on her. Only, that joke wasn’t a joke at all. The man on the other end of those letters is a man that’s dying slowly from the inside out. He’s a living, breathing, mess and there’s only one thing she can do to help him. Write him back and hope that she can bring him back from the edge.
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PROLOGUE

Per my previous email.

-Email speak for, pay the fuck attention

SIERRA

Hi, Gabriel!

My name is Sierra.

We were told not to give our real names, but I honestly don’t see why. So I’m going to give you my real name—Sierra. (Duh!)

Anyway, today I’m just supposed to introduce myself.

We started a new program in English that has us writing to pen pals—i.e., soldiers like you that are deployed overseas.

I’m a junior in high school (I’m seventeen in case you’re trying to calculate it) and I’m slowly dying inside because I hate, hate, hate English. But, I have to admit, writing you is kind of fun. English class is the bane of my existence because I’m so sucky at it. It doesn’t help that my ex-boyfriend is in here, too.

Anywho, this letter writing thing is taking my mind off of how much I want this period to end. It’s making me work on my people skills—of which I have none, according to my family and friends. Apparently wanting to read—yes, I know that’s ironic seeing as I hate English. In there, I’m forced to read shitty books. At home, I read sci-fi/fantasy so they’re definitely different, okay?—which some people think is a bad thing. Apparently wanting to read over going out and hanging with my so-called friends is also a bad thing. Who knew?

I have an older brother named Samuel who is enlisting in the military as we speak, and a younger sister named Blue.

You never know, maybe y’all will run into one another one day—then again, maybe you won’t. My brother assures me that the military is way larger than I give it credit for.

Whatever.

I’m from Texas. A little small town, actually, that’s so small that everyone knows each other.

If you’re new here, they’re going to know it, and by dinnertime, they’ll likely know your whole entire life story.

Anyway, today is supposed to be a short letter explaining about the program that we’re writing in, telling you a little bit about myself, and then giving you my PO Box. A PO Box, might I add, that isn’t anywhere near our school. It’s actually our teacher’s that lives near Harmony, Texas—where you’ll be sending return letters to.

Anyway, I hope this letter finds you well, and I hope you don’t totally hate writing back because I seriously hate English, and you’ll be doing me a huge favor by writing me back.

Also, is it really sad that my hand is literally cramping right now from writing? I don’t think I’ve written this long of a letter in my life.

Hope to hear from you soon,

Sierra

• • •

Sierra,

Hi, my name is Gabriel—in case you’re wondering, that really is my real name. Kind of. That’s my middle name, but it’s the one that I go by.

Anyway, your letter did find me well. We just got done sweeping the roadside for bombs. So, yeah, I’m lucky to still be alive with how crazy these people are over here. They’ll literally blow up their own mother if it forwards their agenda or kills a couple US troops.

I’m not really sure if I’m allowed to tell you that or not, but hey, you’re being real, I’m being real. I’ve been in the military for about two years now. So far, I really like being here. It gives me a purpose unlike being back at home where I think I went days without being noticed.

Which brings me to my next point—you should be happy that your parents notice you. I think mine only noticed when they had to do something for me that they didn’t want to do—you know, like attend a parent-teacher conference. Go to my high school graduation. Take me to get my driver’s license. Things like that.

Do you have a dog? Because I swear that looks like a paw print on the envelope you sent me. Then again, the letters get through a shit-ton of people before it gets here. There could’ve been another dog that stepped on it.

I have a dog. I left him with my mom and dad when I deployed. I hope that they’re taking care of him well. They’ve been awfully vague when I call and ask about him.

I think it pisses them off because I’m asking about the dog and not them.

By the way, Maxie is the dog’s name. He’s a long-haired German Shepherd. He’s sweet, has a black face with brown hair around his brown eyes, and loves every single woman he’s ever met. Men, on the other hand? He doesn’t like men all that much. Except for me. He loves me.

Wow, totally rambling about my dog. But I miss him.

That’s about all I miss from home.

Can’t wait to hear from you again.

Gabriel

CHAPTER 1

Do hugs, not drugs.

-Sierra to Gabriel

SIERRA

Gabriel,

I’ll have you know that I took your advice and got a dog today!

I swear to God, walking into that shelter to get a dog was by far the hardest thing that I’ve ever done in my life.

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Officially Over It (SWAT Generation 2.0 #10) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale http://www.ilovenovels.com/officially-over-it-swat-generation-2-0-10-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Sat, 17 Oct 2020 19:33:05 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/officially-over-it-swat-generation-2-0-10-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: SWAT Generation 2.0 Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
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Going from a professional baseball player to a SWAT officer should’ve been seamless. Should have been. But it wasn’t. All it took was one single calendar shoot for word to spread that Nathan Cox was not only no longer playing professional baseball, but he was also the man behind saving the life of Reggie Morton, the City of Kilgore’s princess. *** Reggie didn’t know that by agreeing to provide the expertise and the know-how for the Police Officer’s Ball that she would be required to actually attend the function. What she also didn’t expect was needing to be saved—again—by the same man that had saved her life a year ago when she hosted her debut event. This time in a not-nearly-as-spectacular way. The moment she falls into his arms like a modern-day Cinderella and takes him in in all his three-piece suited glory, she realizes that she’s been fighting the impossible. Nathan Cox owns her. Body and soul.
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Prologue

Rise and shine, motherfucker.

-Coffee Cup

Nathan

The day before college graduation

“I need you to make a pact with me,” I said as I stared at the woman that was hell-bent on ruining me.

The same woman that I never could quite pull myself away from. Could never quite pull all the claws out of my skin before she sank yet another one in deeper.

“What?” Reggie asked, just as drunk as I was.

She was also not the woman that was hell-bent on ruining me.

That woman happened to be the one that was crying about her life on Facebook. About how she had cancer and was about to go through multiple rounds of chemo and radiation that might or might not help her.

“Don’t let her fuck me over. I will fall for those big tears just like I always do and I know that I’ll lose,” I murmured, glancing one more time at the text message that I’d received from Eerie, my own personal hell, and shoved it into my pocket.

I looked around at the bright sparkling lights that Las Vegas had to offer.

“And how do you propose that I do that?” Reggie snorted. “You have a toxic relationship with her. Just walk away.”

I looked down at the paperwork in my hand that the toxic woman had given me the night before and shook my head. “It’s not that easy, Reg.”

Reggie rolled her eyes. “Listen, I have a solution. But you’re not going to like it.”

Reggie and I had never gotten along. But, despite the fact that we hadn’t, I knew one thing forever and always—she would have my back. No matter what.

Which was the entire point of having this conversation.

Though, maybe if I’d known what she was going to offer, I would’ve maybe suggested she think of something else.

My drunk brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders, though, and I’d never really been able to tell Reggie no.

***

Two years later

“What do I do?” I asked.

“We get a lawyer,” my father suggested. “And you fight her.”

I groaned and rubbed my hands against my face as I tried to make sense of all of this.

“Start over.” My mom pinched the bridge of her nose. “Why did you do this?”

I looked over at Reggie who’d been remarkably quiet through all of this.

“I didn’t know what to say,” I admitted. “She had these fucking tears. You know how I am with the tears.”

When Eerie had come to me two years ago and asked me to fertilize her eggs because she had cancer and had to undergo chemo, I’d done it.

Thinking back, I probably should’ve stayed far, far away. Because I knew that that wasn’t the end for Eerie. She could’ve just as easily done the same thing with a sperm bank.

Yet, I’d done it anyway.

At the time, Eerie hadn’t done me wrong time after time as she had over the years. At the time, I was a lovesick fool.

I loved Eerie, and I’d do anything for her. Even fertilize her eggs and freeze them for when the time came that she wanted to have babies.

The chemo and radiation that she was required to have due to the cancer was sure to harm all of the eggs that were in her body. The eggs that the company harvested for her said that the eggs would do better if they were fertilized, and at the time, Eerie and I had been going strong. I’d loved her and I’d thought that she loved me.

“Mark my words, kid. This is going to come back and bite you in the ass.”

I was already shaking my head.

“It’s not,” I said. “When her lawyer called me today, I already told them that there was an ironclad agreement with the cryo-bank that we did this with. She can’t use them. It’s against the law.”

Reggie snorted. “Since when has that ever stopped Eerie Foster?”

Since when was right.

But Eerie had some morals. She wouldn’t do this without making sure it was okay with me.

Right?

Chapter 1

The difference between your opinion and coffee is that I asked for coffee.

-Reggie’s secret thoughts

Reggie

One year later—present day

“You’re an event planner?”

I looked over at the woman that was standing next to her daughter’s bedside and smiled.

“I am,” I confirmed. “Well, kind of? I do it as a hobby on the side. This.” I gestured to the room around us. The NICU. “This is my passion. The other gig is just a thing that I like to do in my spare time. A way to, I don’t know, have fun without actually having to go out and attend the functions?”

The woman smiled at my explanation.

“When did you start doing this?”

That was a question from the man standing beside the woman.

He was intense.

I wasn’t sure why every time I looked at him I felt the need to confess all my sins, but I guess that was common when faced with who I was facing.

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Say It Ain’t So Read online Lani Lynn Vale (SWAT Generation 2.0 #9) http://www.ilovenovels.com/say-it-aint-so-9-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Thu, 27 Aug 2020 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/say-it-aint-so-9-read-online-lani-lynn-vale Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance Authors: Lani Lynn Vale Series: SWAT Generation 2.0 Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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He should’ve never left his house. He should’ve stayed at home. He has a legitimate excuse—he’s running a fever and he’s fairly sure he’s developing pneumonia. He should have called in sick…but he doesn’t. He goes to work, because his team is relying on him. First, he has to sign about eight thousand calendars—all from women who purchased said calendars to benefit the Fallen Officer fundraiser. And when he’s done with that, he has to endure a television interview along with the rest of the SWAT team seeing as they made national news with their ‘Hot SWAT’ calendar that’s sold a million copies to women all over the world. Needless to say, when Samuel Adams walks into the pharmacy hours later, he only has one thing on his mind. Ibuprofen. Sadly, he never gets to the Ibuprofen. Mostly because before he gets there, he finds a junkie waving a gun around threatening to kill anybody that moves. He’s running a fever. That has to be the reason that the girl in the corner begins cursing up a storm and drawing the junkie’s attention. Has to be.
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Chapter 1

I was normal two arrests ago.

-Sammy’s secret thoughts

Sammy

“Hey there, Sammy Boy.”

I looked up at our team leader, Bennett.

Bennett was like a second father to me. He had been there when I lost my first tooth. Wrecked my first car. Fucked my first…

“Hey,” I said, viciously cutting off that original thought. “What’s up?”

He looked at me sharply. “You feeling okay?”

I shrugged. “I’ve been better.”

In fact, I had been better.

My throat was on fire, my eyes felt like they were about to pop out of my sockets thanks to the pressure headache behind them, and to top it all off, I was running a low-grade fever.

“You look like a pile of dog shit,” Bennett offered. “Where’s your uncle?”

My uncle Foster also was one of the team leaders.

“He’s not coming today,” I murmured, closing my eyes as the headache pounded harder. “He said he told you that.”

“I was hoping that he wasn’t serious,” Bennett admitted, sounding annoyed and amused all at once.

I snorted. “Apparently he doesn’t want to be on national television,” I said.

“He thinks that I do?” he asked, sounding miffed.

Neither did I. But I hadn’t gotten the choice.

Honestly, I thought both of those assholes should be here. I mean, we weren’t the ones that had asked to be on fucking calendars. They were the ones to tell us we were doing it. We hadn’t even gotten the choice to say yes or no.

“He also said that y’all played rock, paper, scissors,” I commented.

Bennett sighed. “Fuck.”

I would’ve rolled my eyes, but I knew if I did, that would make my headache worse.

So instead, I just made a pitiful sound of ‘meh’ before walking away in search of my locker.

There I knew I had ibuprofen. I also had Tylenol.

Sadly, that’s where everyone else knew I had the shit, too.

Getting to my locker finally, I opened it to find both damn bottles empty.

“Son of a bitch!” I growled, tossing the bottles to the trash can that was across the room.

I missed both, causing the men in the room to look at me with a frown.

Normally I made it.

I played basketball in high school and in college.

I wasn’t good enough to go pro or anything, but I should’ve made a bottle into a trash can from five feet away.

“You okay, man?” Saint, one of my fellow members of the SWAT team, looked at me with worry in his eyes.

I looked over at Saint then back at my drug-free locker.

“Someone used the last of my meds and I need some,” I grumbled.

“Yeah, that was me,” Louis said as he came up with a beer in his hand. “I apologize.”

I sighed and looked at Louis, my cousin and also fellow SWAT team member.

“Next time you empty it, just tell me. Then I wouldn’t be standing here, thinking I had meds in my locker to take for this fuckin’ headache, when I don’t,” I grumbled.

“I just took them like twenty minutes ago. I was waiting for you to get here to tell you. But I actually ran to the liquor store next door to see if they had any, because I honestly feel like that would be great to have there. I mean, buy the beer and vodka that you’re gonna drink, then grab the ibuprofen that you’re going to need to take the next morning for your hangover. One stop shop, you know?” He paused for a breath. “Long story short, they didn’t have any. But they did have beer.”

He handed me a beer, and the sad thing was, for once I was too fuckin’ sick to drink the beer. Hell, at this point I didn’t even think I could get the top off.

“My dad probably has some in his office,” Derek suggested.

Derek was the chief of police’s son and one of my really good friends from childhood.

When the second-generation SWAT team first formed, a lot of ‘SWAT kids,’ as we liked to call ourselves, had gotten home from the military at or around the same time. Derek, Louis, Booth, Bourne, and I had decided to join up. Though Booth had come a little later to the party than the rest of us.

The others that joined—Dax, Hayes, Adam, Nathan, Ford, and Saint—had quickly fallen right into our circle.

The last one to join, Malachi, slid right into place to solidify the SWAT team’s final piece.

They were like my brothers now. Annoying, asshole brothers that took my shit and didn’t replace it.

But I wouldn’t trust another fuckin’ person with my back like I did them.

“They’re ready for us,” Hayes grumbled as he walked through the door.

Hayes and Malachi were likely the least excited about this endeavor.

Neither one of them liked the media attention, and even worse, both of the men were scarred and had PTSD, which they fuckin’ hated talking about. Which was inevitable that someone would bring it up just to ask about it.

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Amelia loves her good friend, Avery. So much so that she agrees to do the stupidest thing ever. A stranger photo shoot. You know the type. The photographer takes photos of two individuals. Two individuals that, until that day, have never met in their life. The moment she shows up at the photo shoot, she knows that she made a terrible decision. Why? Because the total stranger about to be in an intimate photo shoot with her is the hottest thing that’s ever walked the streets of Kilgore, Texas. If not the entire US of A. ****** Adam wasn’t sure why the hell he agreed to something so stupid. Call it temporary lapse of sanity. When the photographer who shot his photo for the Kilgore Police Department’s benefit calendar asked him for a favor, he couldn’t say no. Not without looking like a jerk seeing as it was benefiting the Fallen Officer Foundation that he played a rather large part in. Whatever it was that made him agree, he quickly realizes that it’s not worth it. Not when he walks into the studio and sees the massive bed with blood-red sheets dominating the middle of the room. So uncomfortable he is at the sight, he’s about to head straight out the door and not look back when she walks in. Amelia steals his breath away with just one glance, and all of a sudden, getting this stranger into his arms with his mouth on hers sounds like the best idea ever.
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Chapter 1

I don’t need a pool to get you wet.

-Lawn sprinkler

Amelia

“Please, please, please, please, please.”

I looked at my friend, Avery, and wanted to say no.

A thousand times no.

But, she didn’t ask me for stuff often.

In fact, I was honestly surprised that she was doing it now.

“What’s it for again?” I asked, not wanting to hear the words yet knowing that I had to ask.

“A college class that I’m taking. Photography. We’re supposed to come up with something unique, a photoshoot. It has to be fun, expressive, and emotional. We can do whatever we want. But, it’s a huge part of my grade. And, it’s of a personal nature. I just figured, with where you worked, you might be more okay with it than everyone else… plus, I don’t think that anybody else will do it. Or… more accurately, be allowed to do it.”

I frowned. “What do you mean?”

I ignored the part about ‘where I worked.’

Where I worked wasn’t bad.

Really, it wasn’t.

I mean, working at a strip club as a bartender wasn’t bad.

I wore what I wanted, made good money doing it, and got the benefit of pissing my brothers and father off. Even more so than my schooling—a social worker.

They did not, I repeat, did not like the fact that I would be working with druggies—their words not mine.

They also did not like the fact that I hadn’t caved on any of their demands—i.e., finding a job that kept me safe, protected, and healthy at all times.

So, to defy them even more, I’d moved to Kilgore—where having one brother around was better than having a brother and a father—both of which were part of an MC that owned that town.

Sebastian and my father were part of one of the biggest motorcycle clubs in the country. They owned Benton, Louisiana—my hometown—and made it virtually impossible for me to live under their microscope.

In Kilgore, Texas I only had my eldest brother, Sam Mackenzie, to deal with. Also, I had James, my brother-in-law, but still better than a bossy, overprotective brother or father.

One was better than three.

At least, that was what I kept telling myself.

Luckily, Kilgore was close to my college, and it meant that I could go to school, work toward my master’s degree, and have the added benefit of having family around if I ever needed help.

Which, I wouldn’t.

But I liked to allow my alpha family members to think that I would have them in case I needed them.

“What do you mean by being allowed to do this?” I asked.

“Well.” Avery bit her lip, looking torn. “See…”

She looked like she didn’t want to tell me.

That’s when I knew it was bad.

“Spit it out,” I ordered as I squatted down and hefted the giant keg of beer into place.

Or, at least, I tried to. It wasn’t budging.

Mainly because I was five-foot-three, a hundred and fifteen pounds soaking wet, and barely had time to get a run in, let alone any squats.

Meaning, the ninety-pound keg wasn’t moving by itself. At least not today.

“Come around here and help me,” I ordered.

Avery did, walking around the bar of the strip club that I worked in and grabbing one side of the keg.

Together, we hefted it into place.

Then I got to work hooking up the connections.

“Okay,” Avery started again. “I’m just going to blurt out my idea, okay?”

I gave her a droll look before starting to line the glasses up the way I liked them.

Just as Avery was about to open her mouth and start explaining, the door to the bar opened and then banged shut, and I grinned.

“Hi, Lynn.” I smiled. “You’re early today.”

“Meeting someone,” my dad’s friend, Lynn, and the owner of The Underground, Kilgore’s—or the outskirts of Kilgore’s—newest strip club, said.

Actually, it was an old club.

One that apparently Lynn had won off a guy in a poker game, decided he would like to turn it around, and had restored it to its vintage glory.

When he’d opened it a few months ago, I didn’t think he expected it to do as well as it did.

The door banged again, and Bruno walked in.

Bruno was someone I didn’t know all that well, but when I looked at him, I got the distinct feeling he was of the same caliber as Lynn and my father were.

My father was ex-CIA and a whole lot of other things. Lynn was a whole lot of other things—those were my dad’s words, not mine. But really, I didn’t actually know what Lynn did.

I’d heard quite a bit about him over the course of my life, and I still hadn’t quite pinpointed what it was that he did—or didn’t—do.

Bruno was much the same.

And someone I tried to avoid at all costs. Not because he was creepy or anything, but just because he was kind of scary, and I tried not to get noticed because getting noticed led to my brothers and my dad poking their noses into my life when I didn’t want them to.

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There are a few lessons one has to learn for themselves. Then there are the lessons that most people don’t have to learn because it’s just not done. For instance, most people know instinctively that they shouldn’t crave the mother of their brother’s child. Bourne Pena isn’t most men. Bourne does everything he can to fight the attraction he feels for Delanie, but in the end, his refusal to go there almost ends up costing him his life. ****** Delanie Davidsdottir just wanted to forget. One night, she wanted to feel like a normal human being. That one night changes her life and gives her a daughter that becomes her heart and soul. From that point forward, she does her level best to keep her head on straight and not make any more mistakes. And falling for her child’s father's twin brother—say that three times fast— would be a mistake. Not only is he Trouble with a capital T, he’s also a SWAT officer that puts his life on the line every single day. She can’t take another loss like the one she suffered once before. Then again, Delanie never encountered a man like Bourne Pena before, either.
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Chapter 1

You’re the sprinkles to my donut.

-Text from Bourne to Booth

Bourne

“Bro.”

I looked up and over at my brother, Booth.

“What?”

He gestured toward his kid who was sleeping in his arms.

“Can you get the door?”

I did, standing up from my perch on the best goddamn couch in the world.

“Sure,” I said as I got the door.

The wind hit me in the face the moment that I opened it.

The screen door slammed shut so hard that I nearly lost two fingers, and I backed up rather quickly before it hit me in the face.

“I think,” I said as I pushed the door open again and held it with my foot this time, “I’m kind of boned for now.”

“You can wait it out. It’s supposed to be loud, strong, and short. The weatherman said it’d be an intense eight minutes.”

Delanie’s husky voice sounded from behind me, and my semi became an instant hard-on.

It’d been semi-hard since I’d walked into her house an hour before.

Today was Booth’s day for visitation with their son, Asa.

Delanie and Booth. Booth being my twin brother.

The reason I was there was because Delanie had bought Asa a new bed. A new bed that they’d delivered, put together, and then had left in the middle of the room. The bed was heavy, made of solid wood, and neither Delanie nor her twin sister, Dillan, could move it.

Hence the reason I’d been asked to come over today, in my tux, right before a fucking wedding.

The bed had been heavy. And it was on my list of things to do to call the fucking furniture company and rip them a new one for not finishing the job they were hired to do.

I glanced backward at Delanie in her short black dress, then turned my head toward where the storm was quickly brewing and wondered if I should just chance the rain.

But then I saw a trampoline rolling down the road and realized that would be incredibly dumb.

“When is it supposed to hit?” Booth asked. “I’m literally twenty minutes away.”

We were.

We lived in a subdivision—one that housed about sixteen duplexes, almost all of them occupied by a cop or a cop’s kid—that was literally a hop, skip, and jump down the road.

But then the first drop of rain hit me square in the face, and I realized that I might as well stay.

I was already dressed and ready to go. And if it was short like they said it was going to be, then there was no reason for me to go home just to turn around and leave again. I was literally eight minutes from my destination if I left from here.

“I’ll stay,” I murmured.

Booth gave me a thumb up and took off, glancing down the road at the trampoline that was still rolling in the direction that he needed to go.

“Who has a trampoline that lives near you?” I asked as I closed the door once my brother had gotten into his truck.

“The neighbors have grandkids. They just bought it. Why?” she asked.

I turned to find her bent over, slipping on black sky-high heels that made her legs look fucking amazing.

I turned quickly away, but it didn’t matter. The vision of her in my head was branded there for always.

Delanie was super tall. About five foot ten or so.

She was blonde-haired, fair-skinned, and had the most exquisite pastel blue eyes I’d ever seen in my life.

Which was saying something since Delanie had a twin sister, Dillan, who was also identical to her.

But there was just something about Delanie.

She had short blonde hair that was just underneath her chin, and today it was curled and cute, and I wanted to latch onto it with both fists and kiss the hell out of her.

But, alas, I couldn’t do that.

Not to my brother’s baby mama.

It was already really fuckin’ awkward.

Booth was in love with Dillan. Had been since we were in high school.

Yet, he’d had a kid with Delanie.

It was a messed up situation, and something that had always been a faux pas since it’d happened.

“Because it’s now down the street. I’m guessing it’s long gone.”

“Oh, no.” She stood up, her face flushed from being bent over. “That’s awful. I watched them put that together in the dark the night before their grandkid’s birthday. They seriously were out there forever with flashlights. I felt so bad for them.”

I winced.

“Tomorrow I’ll see about coming and helping them get it back into place,” I said. “What’s on your agenda tonight?”

Booth had said that she had a wedding to go to just like I did, but I never expected her to say what she did next.

“There’s a wedding at The Back Porch. A man that I helped pair a service dog with last year invited me,” she said. “Actually, he blackmailed me. He said that he had someone that he wanted me to meet. He apparently thinks this man needs a service dog. Or, at least, he thinks his son would do well with one. His son is diabetic. They think that he would do really well with a service dog that could alert them in the middle of the night if something were to happen.”

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Booth Pena definitely didn’t make the smartest of decisions when he was a teenager. At eighteen, he knocked a girl up and signed up for the military all in the same day—signing his life away in more ways than one. Fast forward six weeks and he’s in boot camp learning that he’s going to be a father while also learning that not only is he going to be deployed, but it’s going to stay that way for a year. There weren’t a lot of things that the baby’s mother and he saw eye to eye on after that. He honestly wasn’t sure why he even slept with her in the first place. Okay, that last part is a lie. He knows exactly why he slept with her. Because the real woman he’s in love with, her twin sister, Dillan, won’t give him the time of day. Five years later, and he still wants her. Now he’s home for good, being the best father and police officer that he can be, and still he’s not good enough. ****** Dillan Davidsdottir hated Booth Pena. Immensely. She hated him because he slept with her sister, then left. Granted, she knew that he hadn’t meant to leave like he did, unknowingly and unconsciously leaving his son behind, but that didn’t change the fact that he had. Five years later, and she still dislikes him just as much now as she did when he chose the wrong sister to take to his bed. Maybe if he’d chosen her, her heart wouldn’t be broken, and his wouldn’t be untouchable. But when a SWAT officer sees his life flash before his eyes, and decides that enough is enough, what’s a girl to do? Give in, that’s what.
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There appears to have been a struggle.

-My housekeeping style

Booth

“Mail day, bitches!”

I grunted when a box was practically thrown into my face, along with about eight letters.

I blinked.

Ever since we’d gotten out of what I liked to call ‘hell month,’ I’d been getting mail regularly. One or two letters a week. Not fucking ten letters and a package.

I carefully sifted through the letters, freezing hard when I read the name on the return address of the last one.

Davidsdottir.

A few years ago, Delanie and Dillan Davidsdottir had moved into our small town, and ever since then, I’d had a crush.

A crush on Dillan.

Yet, I’d slept with Delanie, effectively ruining any and all chances that I would ever have with Dillan.

Which really fucking sucked.

Why my drunk brain had decided that would be a good idea, I would never know.

Needless to say, getting a letter from a Davidsdottir literally sent a shiver of fear through me.

Opening it up, I started reading.

Booth,

I don’t know when you’ll get this, but I need you to know.

The night that we slept together ended up with a little ‘oopsie.’ I’m pregnant. As of right now, my due date is about eight months away.

I want you to know that I can have this baby by myself. You don’t have to be involved.

However, since your mother saw me coming out of the obstetrician’s office, and asked how I was doing, I broke down and told her everything. She assures me that you’ll want to be in the baby’s life.

I knew you would want to be… but I’m just scared. Anyway, if you have any questions, I’d be more than willing to answer them.

I’m sorry.

Delanie

I’m sorry.

I’m pregnant.

Son of a bitch.

I closed my eyes as a wave of something—horror? Sadness? Regret?—washed over me.

Not at fucking all.

As I folded the letter up, something fell down to the ground that was folded in with the letter, and I bent over to pick it up.

My breath caught at what I saw.

It was a sonogram.

Of my baby.

My heart, that I thought was broken, kicked a stuttered beat.

My baby.

That was my baby in the picture.

I ran my finger over the black and white photo, brushing the pad of my thumb over the blob that I assumed was my kid. And knew.

I would do everything that I could for this kid of mine.

Everything in my power to give, that baby would have.

Then I thought about Dillan again.

And then there was Bourne. Who really disliked both sisters.

Not because they were bad or anything, but because they always acted like they were so high and mighty.

I’d never been able to understand what it was that they saw in us that they didn’t like.

Needless to say, it hadn’t been easy having a crush on a girl that looked at me like I was a scuff mark on her pristine thousand-dollar heels.

“What’d ya get?”

I looked over at my new friend, Colin.

Colin was a good guy. I liked him a lot.

Even if he’d started a Dungeons and Dragons underground ring while we were in bootcamp and got caught, which then turned into all of us having to pay for his stupidity.

He couldn’t help that he was a complete geek.

“Umm, I haven’t opened the box yet,” I admitted. “I’ll do that in a sec. Still trying to process this.”

I showed him the sonogram photo, causing his breath to suck in fast through his teeth.

“Oh, fuck.”

God, I wished my brother was with me.

If anyone could talk me straight again, it was him.

Swallowing hard, I tucked the photo into my front pocket and read the letter all over again.

“All right, boys,” our drill sergeant bellowed. “Let’s get to chow.”

***

Seven and a half months later

“Yo!”

I turned to see a man from my unit stopped at the foot of my cot.

“Yeah?” I asked, utterly exhausted.

Being deployed was nothing like I thought it would be.

I expected constant fighting. Battles. Firefights.

Anything.

What I got was a fuckin’ whole lot of nothing.

Every day was monotonous. A whole lot of sitting around and doing nothing.

We walked. We patrolled. We went back to our bunks. And we did it all over again the next day.

It really, really sucked.

What sucked even more was that I wanted to be back home, in the states, where I was supposed to be.

Instead, I was one of the oh-so-lucky ones that got deployed. According to my CO—commanding officer—while in bootcamp, that almost never happened.

Except, apparently, for me.

What fuckin’ luck I had.

“You got a call from your pop, I think. An emergency,” he said. “Jordan took a message since you were out. He wants you in his office.”

His ‘office’ was actually a tent.

I ran to the command tent and halted outside, even though I wanted nothing more than to barge in and demand to know what happened.

I looked at the man at the door, and he announced me.

I gritted my teeth as I waited for Jordan to allow me entrance.

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This is for charity. This is for fun. You are a professional. You can do it. Those are the words that Calloway Alvarez chants to herself as she watches all the large men gather into the small room where she’ll be doing the interviews for her employer—Hero Magazine. Honestly, she’s convinced herself that she can’t accomplish the task at hand. That is until she hears his voice, and her head turns to see him standing there. Louis Spurlock. Greek god. SWAT officer. Keeper of her secrets. Ultimate fantasy. Man who will break her heart. ***** Louis Spurlock has been playing nice. He’s been biding his time, giving Calloway the space she thinks she needs. But then he sees her taking photos of his friends in all states of undress, talking to them all as if they’re best friends, and that little thread of control he’d been managing to hold onto unravels. Let’s change it up, she says. And the moment the words are out of her mouth, he’s stripping to his skivvies, and throwing out a challenge while he’s at it. Calloway won’t know what hit her when he’s through playing. But he does know one thing for sure. When it ends, she’ll be his.
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Chubby, single, and ready for a Pringle.

-T-shirt

Calloway

“I think we should break up.”

I blinked, unsure whether or not I’d heard those words correctly.

Honestly, I knew they were coming, though.

He’d been very withdrawn over the last couple of weeks, and now that he was set to go to bootcamp tomorrow, and then get stationed somewhere after that—most likely out of the country—I knew that he was trying to think of me.

Trying to be the ‘good guy’ or whatever.

Instead, it only pissed me off.

“Louis…” I started, but he shook his head.

“You have another year of high school left, honey. I want you to experience things that I can’t give you anymore,” he murmured.

He hadn’t given me anything at all.

At least not in that department.

We hadn’t gotten that far.

Honestly, we’d only been ‘seriously’ dating for six months now. And during those six months, he’d been completing his senior year, heading toward graduation. I’d been spending the majority of my time home-schooled because I was just too fucking sick to go to school.

Luckily that was no longer a concern.

Two weeks ago, it was decided that monthly, I would need blood transfusions to help with my anemia. There was just something wrong with me, sadly. Once a month, my periods would get so heavy and out of control that I’d get to the point where I was needing a blood transfusion to stay healthy.

I’d tried many different medicines, including birth control pills to regulate my hormones and red blood cell stimulants to try to get my red blood cell count up where it needs to be. My anemia persisted and now I was left with only one option—monthly transfusions.

“Pretty much you want me to move on, and you want to move on, and you want to maybe meet back up again one day,” I guessed.

He shook his head. “No.”

So if I was understanding it correctly, he wanted to move on, and he didn’t want me to hold out hope that he’d ever come back.

Though, again, that wasn’t very surprising.

I’d made it no secret that I didn’t want to leave Kilgore.

And that was all Louis ever wanted. He wanted to get out of this place, experience the world and travel—hence his joining of the Army.

But me? All I ever wanted to do was to graduate, go to school to be a nurse, and live life—here.

I didn’t have any innate desire to go to the other side of the world and experience things there.

I had it all in Kilgore.

My mom and dad were here. My friends were here. There was a college right around the corner that would afford me to get my nursing degree. And once upon a time, I had Louis.

I gathered up the remnants of my lunch, threw it all into the trash can, then turned back to him.

“Have a good life, Louis Spurlock.”

“But what about the transfusion?” he asked.

“Keep your blood. I don’t want it.”

***

Nine months later

Prom night.

Most girls would’ve been over the fucking moon that today was such a special day. Me? Not so much.

This was not a special day. This was another ordinary day.

Sadly, my good friend Ares was trying to convince me to go to prom when I’d rather do anything but dress up and mingle with the whole high school.

I was two days away from getting a transfusion of blood that would hopefully give me the energy I needed to finish the last couple of days of school, get my SATs conquered, and take my placement test at the college. My life revolved around getting the infusions.

From there, I had a senior trip I had to worry about—this one in Beaver’s Bend, Oklahoma. A trip I most assuredly did not want to go on. Ares’ begging had gotten a little overwhelming, and I’d given in and agreed to go even though I’d rather do anything but spend time with those people.

“Please?” Ares begged.

I looked over at her, seeing her curly red hair pinned up to the top of her head and dressed to the nines in her finest.

Me, on the other hand? I didn’t even own a dress.

Which I told her in the next second.

“That’s okay, because I purchased a dress with my father’s credit card, and you’re going to wear it,” she countered.

I gritted my teeth, wondering if I wanted to come up with another excuse or not, but decided against it.

Instead, I decided, yet again, to give her what she wanted.

“Fine,” I said. “But don’t expect me to do my nails, and it better not take you more than thirty minutes to do my hair and my makeup.”

Ares bounced in excitement, and I was stunned to see that her hair didn’t move once.

It stayed in place, and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and poking her hair with one finger. It was stiff as a board.

“How much hairspray did you use?” I asked curiously.

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Ares saw him for the first time at a Kilgore Police Department benefit dinner. She’d gone with her dad as his plus one. Hayes Greer had gone by himself and brooded silently across the same table as her, drinking whiskey and not saying a word. It only took that one time for her to become interested. The next time she saw him, he was doing another benefit—but this one requiring a whole lot fewer clothes. And that was when she knew. She wanted him. Badly. But the morose Hayes was too busy thinking about his sins to see what was right in front of his face—Ares. ****** Hayes Greer knew the moment that he saw the feisty Ares Downy again that he should’ve stayed away. Maybe if he hadn’t done the stupid calendar, he wouldn’t be questioning every single woman’s intentions. Maybe if he’d listened to that niggling feeling telling him to stay away, he would’ve been able to do his job a little better. But seeing her with a knife to her throat, in the middle of a building set to blow, made his usually well-wired brain start to malfunction. Because nobody was allowed to touch her like that—only him. Nobody was allowed to scare her, either. Not and live to tell the tale.
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I have seen things. Awful things. Empty coffee cup things.

-Coffee Cup

Ares

Six months ago

“Are you sure you want to go out looking like that?”

My dad’s words had me stopping short.

I looked down at myself, then up at him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, worried now.

“There’s nothing wrong.” My mother slapped my father across the chest. “Downy, be nice to her. You know how sensitive she is.”

My father rubbed at his chest as if my mother’s slap had actually harmed him instead of just startled him.

“This is a police function,” my father started. “There’s going to be quite a few people there. People that I work with on a daily basis. I don’t want them all looking at my daughter half clothed.”

I rolled my eyes then.

“Dad, I’m dressed. I’m going with you. Oh, and you’re welcome.” I poked him in the chest with one manicured finger. “I even got my nails done for you!”

My dad grimaced and looked at his watch.

“There’s still time for you to get dressed, Memphis,” Dad said to my mom.

My mother, who was on the couch in sweatpants, shook her head.

“If I go, I might very well throw up all over everyone.” She paused. “Unless that’s what you’re trying to accomplish?”

My father grimaced.

This morning, my mother had called me to ask me if I’d be willing to go to a police banquet with my father. One that she usually attended with him every year.

Only, she couldn’t attend thanks to what she assumed was the flu taking her down.

Honestly, I should’ve just said no.

I’d had a long ass day at work as a guidance counselor at Kilgore High School. I’d had to break up a fight that had left me sore as hell and stiff in places people shouldn’t be stiff. Oh, and to put the cherry on top, my ex-boyfriend had called and asked if we could meet up for dinner.

Thankfully, my mother had already called at that point and asked if I’d be willing to go with my dad, otherwise I would’ve had to tell Ryan yes. Because sadly, I could never lie well when it came to Ryan McMillan. The pitcher for the Devil Rays, and the man that broke my heart the moment he got drafted.

I honestly wasn’t sure why I said yes every time he came into town.

I really should be saying no.

I should be strong and ignore the call. Block him. Anything but tell him yes, I was free.

But Ryan was my high school sweetheart. The first man I loved. The man that took my virginity. The man that I still found quite attractive even after all of his escapades.

“Are you even listening to me?”

I looked up to see my father staring down at me.

“No.” I didn’t see the point in lying. “What?”

Sadly, I always told the truth.

Even when it hurt.

I was blunt and to the point, and honestly it was a good trait to have even if some people didn’t seem to think so.

“I asked if you were ready to go,” Dad repeated.

I nodded my head and held up one finger. “Let me go pee real quick. That way mom can make sure I still look good when I’m done.”

Dad frowned and made a ‘hurry up’ gesture with his finger, causing me to grin and take off at a sprint down the hallway.

Once done, I looked at myself in the mirror, checking out my makeup.

I’d gotten it done professionally. My hairdresser had a woman at her salon that did makeup, and since she was free, I all but begged her to do it.

Usually, I was one of those people that tried to go makeup free.

I honestly couldn’t stand the way the gunk felt on my face.

The most adventurous that I got was putting eye shadow and mascara on when I went to work. And, upon occasion, I covered a pimple with foundation.

So looking at myself with smoky eyes and painted lips made me feel like I was looking at a stranger in the mirror.

My light blue eyes seemed to almost pop thanks to the black eyeliner she’d used to rim my eyes. My lips looked plumper as well, reminding me of the ten minutes that it’d taken the makeup chick to make them perfect.

“Hurry up already!”

I rolled my eyes and swung my red hair back over my shoulder, checking out my dress one more time.

It was a black strapless number that covered me from armpit to toes, dancing into a fluff of tulle and lace at my feet.

My feet were encased in high heels so high that I teetered on them even when I was standing perfectly still.

“Let’s go!”

I rolled my eyes and opened the door, heading to my impatient dad who looked as if he’d rather sit down on the couch next to my mom rather than go to dinner with me.

“You could at least act like you’re excited to take me somewhere fancy,” I teased my father.

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Ford Spurlock has known Ashe Trammel since they were babies. He’s also done his level best to stay away from her because every time he gets to within five feet of her, they’re fighting like cats and dogs. Ashe is the apple of her father’s eye. The motorcycle club princess that was never to be harmed in any way—or touched for that matter. And he’s always resented the fact that she could get away with things that he couldn’t. Things that she then blames on him and he always gets punished for. Fast forward to adulthood, and Ashe is still off limits. Still driving him insane. Still…beautiful. She never misses an opportunity to give him hell, either. That has to be why he agrees to do a photoshoot for KPD SWAT that’ll benefit her charity even when he’d rather shoot himself in the foot with his duty weapon. *** Ashe never thought he’d agree. Honestly, she thought she’d ask him, he’d say no, and that’d be the end of it. She never realized that she’d leave his photo up in her cubicle, and it’d be the last thing that she saw every night as she locked her office door. When they were kids, Ford used to be that boy that threw dirt at her and pulled her hair. Now, he’s the same Ford Spurlock, only a whole lot sexier. And a lot harder to say no to. When he challenges her to one date, she has no other recourse but to agree. What she didn’t agree to was falling in love with Mr. March. Or wanting to give him everything she had to give.
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Prologue

Dear Math, please grow up and solve your own problems.

-Sincerely, Ford

Ford

Ten years ago

High School

“Hey, GMC.”

I stiffened and turned to find none other than Ashe Trammel standing behind me, her arms crossed over her chest, pushing her cleavage up, staring at me with a look of amusement on her face.

“What?” I asked stiffly.

“You do realize, right, that this is a school and not a brothel?” she asked, her eyes on my girlfriend, Linnett.

Linnett sneered at Ashe.

Ashe, however, was unfazed by either of our glares.

“What do you want?” I asked.

I was a senior this year and should be living it up.

Yet, every fucking time I turned the corner, there was Soot, making my life a living hell.

“I need a ride to the clubhouse today,” she said. “My car broke down on the way to school. My dad said you wouldn’t mind giving me a ride home.”

I gritted my teeth.

“We can’t—” Linnett started to say, but I interrupted her.

“What’s wrong with your car?” I asked.

She shrugged. “I don’t know. I called my dad to come help me, but he was on a call. Mom was at work.”

I sighed. “Where did you leave it?”

She narrowed her eyes.

“What does it matter?” she asked.

Linnett growled in frustration, already annoyed by Ashe.

I’d been dealing with Ashe for a long time, so her suspicion didn’t annoy me as much as it did Linnett.

“It matters because I might be able to go fix your car at lunch,” I answered. “If you tell me where it is.”

She mumbled something I didn’t quite catch.

“I’m sorry, what?” I asked.

She rolled her head around on her neck, then said, “It’s on the highway. On-ramp. Right where I would’ve gotten on to get to school.”

I stared at her blankly for a few moments, then narrowed my eyes.

“You died on the highway and had to walk to school from there?” I asked incredulously.

She shrugged. “It wasn’t a big deal. I was going to track practice anyway, and I just used that time to run instead.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose, causing Linnett’s arm to dislodge from mine.

“You ran on the highway, in the dark, and your father didn’t care?” I asked for clarification.

She sighed. “Yes.”

“What the fuck, Ashe?!” I growled, throwing my hands up. “Why the fuck would you go and do a thing like that?”

She narrowed her eyes.

“It’s not like I wanted to do that,” she countered. “It was that or go back home, and I knew I couldn’t go back home because we have that test today in calculus. The one that we stayed up for hours studying for.”

“Wait a minute,” Linnett said slowly. “You studied with her instead of coming over to my house and studying?”

Linnett was getting mad now, I could tell.

I ignored her and held out my hands.

“Give me the keys. If I can get it running, I’ll get Linnett to drive it back,” I said.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Linnett denied. “Not after you lied to me and told me that you were too busy to come study with me.”

Ashe turned her head and narrowed her eyes at Linnett.

“Maybe he wanted to actually get some studying done,” she said smartly. “Maybe he knew that if he went over to your house, you would just make him suck your face instead of studying. And he needs to pass this test, or he’s going to fail.”

Linnett narrowed her eyes at Ashe.

“You’re just jealous that Ford actually likes me,” Linnett sneered. “Instead of doing shit for you just because he’s told to or because he feels sorry for you.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Ashe asked, her hands now fisting at her thighs.

I knew exactly what Linnett was about to do before she even did it.

“Linnett, don’t,” I ordered.

But Linnett didn’t listen.

Instead, she opened her fucking mouth.

By this point, half the senior hallway was listening to us.

“He told me that y’all made a bet. What was it? Who could sneak out and not get caught?” Linnett said, sidestepping my arm. “That if you won, he had to teach you how to kiss. And if he won, you would cover for him anytime he wanted to sneak out of the house. So…how long have you been covering for him now? A few months? Have you learned to kiss yet? Or did you just Hoover vacuum someone’s face and hope that you did it right?”

The entire senior hallway broke out in laughter.

Ashe’s pained eyes turned to me.

“How could you?” she asked.

I opened my mouth to tell her I hadn’t meant for it to get out but closed it just as fast.

Apologies wouldn’t help anymore.

“I’ll teach you how to kiss, Soot Face.”

Ashe turned to survey the captain of the football team. Colin Wilson.

I narrowed my eyes at him and took a threatening step forward.

Linnett caught my arm and hauled me back.

I whispered to Linnett.

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