1214 Bad Boy Ave – Cherry Falls Read Online Jenika Snow

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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22677 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)

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1214 Bad Boy Ave - Cherry Falls

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Jenika Snow

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I wanted to see how far he’d go… with me.
I’d just moved back home after graduating college and my failed attempt at city life. The latter wasn’t for me, not with the crush of people and lack of grace and fresh air.
I was a country girl at heart, and so I went back to the place that would always be my home. Cherry Falls.
But life in the small, picturesque town wasn’t as I remembered. Things were growing, businesses flourishing. Residents were getting married and starting families. And with my childhood home sold and my father moving to the mountains and all but becoming a recluse, I had to come up with a solution fast.
I should have planned my homecoming better, but now I’m searching for a place to stay and a job.
With a new job secured, it’s now time to find a place I can call home. Luck is in my favor when I found an ad in the paper for a roommate in need. This had to be fate’s way of throwing me some charity.
But when I go to check out the place, meet the person who put the ad out, I came face-to-face with Tristan Black, Cherry Falls resident bad boy… and the one person I’d always wanted.
He’s a decade older, rough around the edges, covered in tattoos, and so muscular I couldn’t help but feel like he’d snap me in half… in the best of ways.
I sure as hell wanted to be bent like his personal pretzel. But could I really be his roommate? My libido wouldn’t survive, but I was up for the challenge.
Because what’s the worst that could happen? Finding myself in Tristan’s bed?
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As a little girl, I’d dreamed of being a dancer. And I’d held on to that dream into adulthood, going so far as to leave the only home I’d ever known and experience the chaotic life of the city.

For four years I stayed away.

For four years I knew it was a mistake.

I learned real fast that city life wasn’t for me. I was a country girl, the kind that learned how to milk a cow at the Johnson farm. The kind that helped out at the church bake sale every spring. The type of person who had dirt under her nails at the end of every day.

So I didn’t know why I thought I had a chance to do ballet in the city. I didn’t know why I thought I was cut out for the claustrophobic, clustered life of living in the city.

I snorted. How wrong I’d been, because “real life” wasn’t about how high you could go in the workforce, or what kind of degree you had when you graduated. No, I realized that really living had everything to do with who you surrounded yourself with and what made you happy.

And so after four years of living away from home, getting my degree, and knowing I wouldn’t be dancing anywhere but home, I was now back at Cherry Falls with a bachelor's degree I couldn't even use. It was a pretty depressing outlook on my life.

I kept telling myself I could make it back at Cherry Falls. My dream was to open a dance studio, but this little voice in my head said that's all it was... a dream.

I stared at the one-story, three-bedroom structure I’d once called my childhood home. Not anymore. The wintry wind picked up, and I wrapped my arms around my body and pulled my coat tighter across me, trying to block out the cold, hating myself for having no strength and being too weak that I wanted to reminisce on something from a time long ago.

I knew why my father had sold it shortly before I left for college. I knew he wanted something smaller, more isolated. I knew in his mountain man heart if he was going to be alone he’d do it on his terms.

My cell vibrated in my pocket, and without looking away from the house, I reached in my pocket and grabbed it. I knew who it was without even looking at the screen. There was only one person who’d call. Phillip. My dad.

“Hey,” I said as I exhaled and turned from the house, heading back to my small car that was packed full of my items I’d collected over the years.

I’d left the city eight hours ago before the sun had even risen, driving straight through without stopping and coming right to this house. I’d wanted to see it just once more before putting that part of my life behind me and working toward my future. I’d avoided it every time I’d visited Cherry Falls over the years, as if pretending it was gone would somehow make it not real.

“Hey, sweetheart,” my father said. “I thought you’d be here already. Started getting worried.”

I didn’t tell him that I’d stopped here.

“I’m on my way. I stopped for a little bit since it was a long drive and my car was making a funny clicking noise.” I got into the driver’s seat and turned over the engine, that noise starting up again.

“Come straight here and I'll see if I can figure out what’s wrong.”

I smirked. “Dad, no offense—”

“Yeah, yeah. I know I'm not a mechanic, but hell, just get here, okay? I miss you.”

I nodded even though he couldn't see me. “I’ll see you shortly.” I disconnected the call and tossed my phone onto the passenger seat. I’d heard the loneliness in my father’s voice, and it broke my heart.

I could only imagine how lonely he’d been, and sometimes people retreated into themselves even more to deal with that.

And although I planned on staying with my dad until I could find something more stable, making that permanent wasn’t an option. Not only because I was a twenty-two-year-old woman and wanted to make a place for myself—a home that was just mine—but also because my father only had one room, and there just wasn’t enough room for me there.

So this was a little detour until I found something else, but it would be nice to spend time with him, to catch up, just to re-establish the close relationship we’d had at one time.

Because despite weekly phone calls or seeing each other on holidays, it still felt like we’d grown distant. And I hated that since it was just him and me. We had no family aside from each other, not grandparents or cousins, my mother having passed while giving birth to me.

But loneliness came in many different forms, even if you were surrounded by love and happiness.