Forged in Stone - Alyssa Rose Ivy
FORGED IN STONE
THE FORGED CHRONICLES
ALYSSA ROSE IVY
CONTENTS
Also by Alyssa Rose Ivy
Dedication
1. James
2. Ainsley
3. Ainsley
4. James
5. Ainsley
6. James
7. Ainsley
8. James
9. Ainsley
10. James
11. Ainsley
12. James
13. Ainsley
14. James
15. Ainsley
16. James
17. Ainsley
18. Ainsley
19. James
20. Ainsley
21. James
22. Ainsley
23. James
24. Ainsley
25. James
Bonus Material
Future
Allie
Levi
Seduction’s Kiss: An Allure Chronicles Prequel
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
© 2015 Alyssa Rose Ivy
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The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Photo and cover design by Sara Eirew Photographer
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Focus (The Crescent Chronicles #2)
Found (The Crescent Chronicles #3)
First & Forever (The Crescent Chronicles #4)
The Empire Chronicles
Soar (The Empire Chronicles #1)
Search (The Empire Chronicles #2)
Stay (The Empire Chronicles #3)
Savor (The Empire Chronicles #4)
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Seduction’s Kiss (The Allure Chronicles #0.5)
Lure (The Allure Chronicles #1)
The Dire Wolves Chronicles
Dire (The Dire Wolves Chronicles #1)
Dusk (The Dire Wolves Chronicles #2)
The Hazards Series
The Hazards of Skinny Dipping
The Hazards of a One Night Stand
The Hazards of Sex on the Beach
The Hazards of Mistletoe
The Hazards of Sleeping with a Friend
Mixology
Shaken Not Stirred
On The Rocks
Clayton Falls
Derailed
Veer
Wrecked
The Afterglow Trilogy
Beckoning Light (The Afterglow Trilogy #1)
Perilous Light (The Afterglow Trilogy #2)
Enduring Light (The Afterglow Trilogy #3)
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1
JAMES
The dated rock music was giving me a headache. If not for the alcohol still left in my glass I would have been out of the bar already. Even the redhead hanging on my every word was getting to me. Did girls no longer believe in the chase?
“James?” she said my name with an exaggerated southern drawl that came across as almost fake. It probably was.
“Yes?” I blinked a few times trying to bring things back into focus. I had drunk far too much, but there was nothing I could do about that now.
“Are you even listening to me?” She tapped her fingers on the bar top between us.
“No.” I took in the faded blue paint on the walls. The place had seen better days, but it served my needs perfectly. No one thought anything of the quiet guy getting plastered at the bar. I blended in.
“I asked you if you wanted to take me home. I only live a few blocks from here.” She put her hand on my upper thigh.
I looked into her glazed over green eyes. “Probably not.”
“Oh.” Hurt marred her overly made-up face, and for a second I felt bad, but then it faded. She would be even more hurt when I left her in the morning. Besides, if she was half as drunk as I was, she had no idea what she was asking.
“I am doing you a favor.” I downed the rest of my beer. It was some crappy lager I had no plans to try again. I had chosen it as an alternative to the whiskey that had filled my glass earlier in the evening.
“Oh.” She stared at me blankly. She clearly liked that word.
“See you around.” I moved over a stool to make sure she got the less than subtle hint. I did not particularly enjoy being mean, but I had no time or energy to play nice.
Loud laughter got my attention. “Cold.”
I looked at the aging bartender chuckling in front of me before glancing down at the now vacant stool the redhead had been seated on. “Honesty.”
“You have to admit that was harsh.” He leaned on his elbows. “Do you usually treat pretty girls that way?”
“Would it have been better to have bedded her and never spoken to her again?”
He straightened up. “No, but there is an in-between. There is value in politeness.”
“And what value is that?” I pushed my empty beer glass toward the bartender. “Give me something stronger this time.”
“I can’t serve you more. We both know that.”
“And we both know you make exceptions.” I was drunk. There was no question about that, but I needed more to numb the emptiness. Otherwise there was no point in having made the trip into Charleston.
“I can’t serve you more booze, but I don’t mind listening.”
“Listening?” I raised an eyebrow. “Do I look like I want someone to listen?”
“You’re wasted before nine o’clock at night. You need someone to talk to.”
“Next time I will wait until later to get intoxicated.” I tossed