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shit?” I asked.
“I’ve been abandoned, so I started early.”
“Abandoned is being a bit dramatic isn’t it?”
“Jamie’s sleeping over at Jeff’s house, you’ve been MIA, and I think I just heard Flash leave through the garage door.”
“He’s going to talk to Tate,” I said.
“Did you give him the court papers?”
I nodded. “He seemed relieved. I think the poor guy was carrying the weight of this on his shoulders.”
“Sounds like his father,” Maisie said.
“I’ve heard he’s a handsome devil,” I said with a wink.
“He’s a demon in the sack, that’s for sure,” she replied.
“The house is empty, and you’re already boozed up, so how about we go upstairs and watch the ball drop a little early?”
“Hold up there, Seacrest, no tea-bagging allowed.”
I laughed, taking Maisie’s glass from her, and setting it on the table. Then, I picked her up, slung her over my shoulder, and carried her to the bedroom. I had a feeling this was going to be a big year, and thought it best to start things off with a proper bang.
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Mouse
There’s only one gift I want this Christmas, but the closer I get to Kennedy, the more she pushes me away. I’ll do whatever it takes to get onto her nice list, even if it means riding my bike all the way to the North Pole and strong-arming Santa myself.
Kennedy
I have two choices. Open myself up to a man who has the power to shatter me. Or run and protect my heart once and for all. The problem is, a murderous Douglas Fir gets in the way of my perfectly planned escape.
Is it a sign, or merely a roadblock on the path to finding true love?
And does a scrooge like me, even deserve to find herself under the mistletoe this Christmas?
Kennedy
Savannah, Georgia
“Seth, stop,” I begged.
“Bitch, I told you there were going to be consequences if you didn’t do what you were told.”
I whimpered, my arm tied tightly to the headboard of his bed, the zip tie cutting off circulation to my wrist. My other arm was free... for the moment, but it was only so I could use it to do Seth’s bidding.
I don’t know how I fucking got here. He was a monster, and yet, I went back. God, what the hell was I doing?
Seth leaned over me, but then his face morphed into another.
Longish hair swept back, full beard and the bluest eyes I’d ever seen that crinkled in the corner when he smiled.
The face of the man I loved.
“No,” I breathed out on a gasp. This isn’t right. He’d never hurt me.
His face contorted into something evil, and he growled, “You will yield, Lace.”
I screamed, sitting up and settling my hand to my chest as I tried to catch my breath. It was a dream. Just a dream.
Crap, I needed to get a grip.
No, what I needed to do was get rid of the dirty little rat who had infested my life. I shook my head.
Flopping back onto my pillows, I rubbed my tired eyes, and glanced at the alarm clock. Four a.m. I had to get up in three hours for work. I could do this. I just needed to close my eyes and let sleep take me away, falling into another, more pleasant dream.
“Why do you call me Lace?” I asked. Mouse occasionally called me ‘Lacey’ as well, but I could never get a read on why.
He had just delivered an outstanding orgasm and I was feeling generous. That generosity manifested itself in the form of a very short cuddling session before the next go-round. He was weird like that, wanting to talk after sex. I’d rather just get to gettin’, and then leave, but since we were at my place, I was