Finally Forever, page 21
Completely naked, I sat back against the headboard and watched Kai slowly gather his clothing. He really was a fantastic-looking man. And so much fun to spend time with, too. Don’t even get me started on that sexy accent. I would miss him.
Before he tugged his shirt over his head, he crossed the room to where I lounged on the bed. “It’s been real, Babe. I mean—“
“It’s fine.” My smile was kind and he matched it with a slow wink before giving me a slow sensual goodbye kiss.
“It’s been very real,” I said when we parted. “Take care of yourself, Kai.”
He gave me another lopsided, lazy grin and then he was gone.
I waited until I heard the click of my front door before laying back on the mattress, putting my hands between my legs and finishing what he’d started.
***
About six hours into my drive, I seriously started wishing I hadn’t turned down my manager’s offer to charter me a helicopter to take me back to Aspen Valley. Of course, when Sheila made the offer, I hadn’t been utterly exhausted, running off only a few hours of sleep. I also had just finished reading an article online about pampered celebrities using their wealth and power to basically act like entitled brats doing whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted.
I may be a mega star, but I was far from pampered. And I would never be entitled.
Never mind the fact that Aspen Valley was home to a handful of billionaires that made my own earnings look like pocket change. A few of whom were my personal friends. Still, it felt excessive to charter a helicopter for an eight-hour drive through the mountains. I was still new to Aspen Valley, and the last thing I wanted was to make a scene or draw extra attention to myself. That seemed to happen all on its own. But with any luck, I’d be able to lay low for at least a few weeks before the paparazzi figured out where I was.
A sigh slipped from my mouth before turning into a yawn.
“No, Blaze. No sleeping.”
I was definitely losing it if I was talking to myself. Still, I unrolled all the windows, and opened the sunroof, letting the crisp mountain air blast through the vehicle. It didn’t matter what time of year it was in the mountains, the evenings could still get cool and there was always the potential for snow still lingering in the higher passes.
The fresh air was exactly what I needed to clear my head and reset me for the remainder of the drive and when I crested the final hill and the town I was calling home—at least for now—appeared in the valley before me, a smile crossed my face. The last few months, with the release of the new movie, the seventh in the Lethal Mission, franchise, followed by a worldwide media blitz, it had been months since I’d been home. Not that I could even really call it home. But it was as close to home as I was going to get, at least for now.
Navigating my rental car through the streets of the small town already felt familiar and comfortable. Much better than any of the big cities I’d been in, including the one I grew up in. Something about a small town felt good to me. Aspen Valley was close enough to a big city, to not be isolated, but far enough away to still keep the small-town feel I seemed to crave the older I got.
A sharp ring tone filled the car cutting off the radio station I’d turned on as background noise to my thoughts. Trent Thomas’s name flashed on the car’s built-in screen announcing my best friend’s phone call. The last time I’d seen him had been at a private screening of my latest film where more drama had happened off-screen than on. I missed my buddy, but the need to be alone after so long on the road was strong. I fought the urge to ignore his call and let it go to voicemail. Finally, I jabbed my finger on the screen to accept the call.
“Trent.”
“Hey! Are you back in town yet?” His voice filled the small car as if he were sitting right next to me.
“Nope,” I lied. “Not yet.” I shook my head and navigated the car through the final turn that led to the gated home I’d rented months ago when I’d made the rather spontaneous decision to move to Aspen Valley.
“Liar.”
“What?” I stopped in front of the keypad on the drive. “Why would you call me a liar?” I reached over and punched in the code for the gate, wincing a little at the beep each button produced.
“Besides the fact that I just heard you punch your code into the gate?” Trent laughed.
“Dammit.”
“I spoke to Shelia a few hours ago,” he confessed. “I thought you might still be in Vancouver. Don’t tell me you drove the whole way.”
The gates slowly started to swing inward, granting me access. I pulled forward until I was clear and they could shut behind me. “Okay, I won’t tell you.”
My friend chuckled over the line. “That’s a long drive.”
“It wasn’t terrible.”
“But you’re home now?”
I drove slowly up the winding drive to the house that was far too big for just me. But, as the real estate agent said if I wanted the privacy of a gate—which I did—a small, reasonably sized house wasn’t an option.
“I am home,” I said more to myself than Trent. “And I’d love to have drinks and catch up with you soon, but not tonight. I’m just—“
“No worries,” he cut me off. “Brittany has some sort of work thing we need to attend tonight. But soon, okay?”
“Of course. Give your beautiful wife my best, okay? I’ll see you both soon.”
We ended the call, I grabbed my small duffle bag from the back—Shelia was sending the rest of my suitcases on later—and stood on the drive in the last of the evening sunlight staring up at the massive, sterile, empty house in front of me.
Suddenly the thought of spending my evening alone didn’t seem quite so appealing.
***
Usually, I didn’t mind being alone. In fact, I craved it most of the time. It was one of the reasons why whenever I inevitably ended things with a lover, I felt refreshed and rejuvenated instead of sad or wistful. But even hours after Kai left, and I’d given myself a somewhat less than satisfactory orgasm, I still wasn’t experiencing the sense of calm and relaxation I usually did when I spent time alone. I knew instinctively it wasn’t Kai I missed. Despite the fun—and amazing sex—we’d had together, it was nothing more than that.
Still, I was lonely.
It wasn’t a feeling I was used to. I’d chosen the single life, but only very seldom did that mean that I was lonely. I was the type of woman who enjoyed my own company more than I enjoyed the company of others. With very few exceptions. Jessie, Brittany, Sandy and Abigail and I had been friends since we were thirteen years old. I actually didn’t really like the term best friends because they were so much more than that to me. They were sisters.
Life with them in it meant I was never alone, even when I chose to be on my own.
I grabbed my phone and took it, along with the pot of herbal tea I’d just brewed, with me to my back deck. It was the best part of my little house—not that I didn’t love every other part of my home, too. I did. But my deck was extra special.
My house sat on the banks of a small wooded creek that provided constant soothing background noise most of the year. Because it was South facing, I got the heat of the day, but the large sloping roof cast enough shade that even on the warmest summer day it was never uncomfortably hot. I’d filled almost every flat surface with flowering plants, some of which even attracted hummingbirds that I could sit and watch for hours.
The overstuffed chairs were perfect for curling up in with a good book, or my notebook when the creative urge struck to write a few lines of poetry. And when the sun went down, and the mountain air got a chill, I only had to turn on my gas fire table and wrap a cozy blanket around my legs.
Which is exactly what I did before pouring myself a cup of tea and pressing the button on my phone that would signal a group video chat with my favorite friends. It was one of many things I loved about my girls. They were always available for a quick chat to talk through anything. We always had each other’s back, no matter what and I knew seeing their faces and filling myself with their beautiful energy would be exactly what I needed to shake myself out of whatever little funk I’d fallen into.
The call rang once. Then twice.
When on the fourth ring, no one picked up, I ended it to try again. Maybe it hadn’t gone through properly? It was the only explanation since not once in recent memory could I remember a time when no one had picked up a video call.
Before I could press the button to try the call again, a text came through our group chat. It was Brittany.
* * *
Sorry, Dar. I’m at a work thing. Super boring, but Jessie’s here to distract me.
* * *
Jessie followed up with a winking face emoji. It wasn’t surprising that they were at the same function. Jessie’s man, Shane, owned a software company where Brittany was a top executive. The fact that the two of them often ended up at work functions together definitely helped make them more bearable considering up until recently, Jessie was a hardworking single mom and the owner of Rosie’s Diner before selling it to a hungry land developer. While it hadn’t felt like it at the time, it turned out to be exactly what she’d needed, especially considering her new and very passionate relationship with Shane had blossomed into something very serious and satisfying.
Ironically, the ambitious land developer who’d purchased her diner along with a half dozen other fledgling businesses on the edge of town had been Trent Thomas, Brittany’s now-husband. Theirs had been a hot, fast and intensely passionate relationship as well, surprising all of us. Brittany had always been a self-declared single for lifer.
Much like myself, but for very different reasons. A fact I continually reminded my friends of. Just because Brittany had changed her mind about what she wanted from life, did not mean I would.
* * *
Have fun, ladies.
* * *
I typed my response, waiting for Abigail and Sandy to chime in, too. When after ten minutes, neither of them had replied, I resigned myself to the fact that they too were probably cozily coupled up with their men, too. For the first time ever in our long-running friendship, I was the odd woman out with everyone else in deeply satisfying, and if the stories were to be believed—which I’m sure they could be—extremely sensual relationships.
Every single one of my girlfriend’s auras were glowing bright shades of pinks and yellows. They were all in love and over the top happy. Which of course made me happy for them.
But that happiness wasn’t much help when I was bored and in need of companionship. I laughed at myself, sipped at my tea and did something I rarely did, abandoned my sanctuary on the deck in exchange for the couch in my living room. I picked up the remote and clicked through channels randomly until an action movie of all things caught my eye.
Okay, it wasn’t the action movie that stopped me. If I was being honest. It was the star of the movie, his defined biceps and chiseled chest and sexy smile that made me stop flicking channels.
Blaze Baron.
I couldn’t tell you which one of his Lethal Mission action-adventure movies I was watching—not that it mattered. They were all the same as far as I was concerned, and not at all the type of film I would have chosen under normal circumstances, but lately, things were far from normal. And ever since I’d met Blaze, at Brittany and Trent’s surprise wedding, there’d been something about him that I couldn’t seem to look away from. It was more than his ridiculously sculpted physique and his typical movie star charisma that captured everyone in the room the moment he walked in. There was something else and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think that I might be attracted to him. The thing was, I did know better. Blaze Baron is absolutely not my type. I like my men young. The young ones never want anything serious. Spirituality is a plus. I like a man who won’t just humor my love for crystals, essential oils and tarot card readings, but will surprise me with a guided meditation on date night. And most importantly, I want a man for temporary uses only.
Blaze—the little I knew about him—didn’t fit any of those requirements. He was just featured as one of Hollywood’s Hottest Over Forty, which meant he was way older than I usually dated. Judging by the movie currently playing on the screen in front of me, the only thing remotely spiritual about the man was the Buddhist temples in the background of the car chase scene. And maybe that wasn’t entirely fair since he was playing a role, but he was an A-list celebrity, and my experience with too many like him had always been the same. Superficial and shallow.
Okay, that really wasn’t fair. While I didn’t know Blaze well, he was a good friend of Brittany’s new husband and I had met him a few times now and not once had I gotten the impression that he was like that. In fact, he always seemed very friendly, personable and down to earth. If not more than a little flirty.
But the biggest strike against Blaze was on the last point. Right before his latest movie came out, there had been a scandal involving his model girlfriend and some NFL player. He’d stayed pretty tight-lipped about it all until he finally went on record to say that the breakup was for the best because he was at the point in his life where he was looking for something real and serious. Someone to share his life with.
Not that I was paying attention.
I wasn’t.
Not really.
Okay, I was a little bit.
After all, Blaze was a very sexy man and I was a woman after all. And I couldn’t deny that there was a spark between us. A strong one. A little flirting and maybe even a fun fling wasn’t off the table as far as I was concerned. I considered myself to be very sex-positive and relationship fluid, which as Abby always pointed out was a fancy way to say scared of commitment. But that wasn’t completely accurate. I wasn’t scared of commitment at all. I just didn’t want it. There was a difference.
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Hers to Take
His to Defend
His to Tame
His to Seek
Hers for the Season
Bears of Grizzly Ridge: Books 1-4
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Ever After
Choosing Happily Ever After
Needing Happily Ever After
Wanting Happily Ever After
Fighting Happily Ever After
We Wish You A Happily Ever After
Keeping Happily Ever After
Finding Happily Ever After
Seeking Happily Ever After
Cherishing Happily Ever After
Ever After: Volume One (Books 1-4)
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Castle Mountain Lodge
Unexpected Gifts
Hidden Gifts
Unexpected Endings - Short Story
Mistaken Gifts
Secret Gifts
Goodbye Gifts
Tempting Gifts
Holiday Gifts
Promised Gifts
Accidental Gifts
The Castle Mountain Lodge Collection: Books 1-3
The Castle Mountain Lodge Collection: Books 4-6
The Castle Mountain Lodge Collection: Books 7-9
The Castle Mountain Lodge Complete Collection
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Summer of Change
Falling Into Forever
Second Glances
Winter’s Burn
Midnight Springs
She’s Making A List
Summit of Desire
Summit of Seduction
Summit of Passion
Fighting For Forever
The Springs Collection: Volume 1
The Springs Collection: Volume 2
The Springs Collection: Volume 3
The Springs Complete Collection - Books 1-10
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Timber Creek
When We Left
When We Were Us
When We Began
When We Fell
Timber Creek: The Complete Series
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Love in the Moment
Only for a Moment
One more Moment
In this Moment
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The McCormicks: Volume One
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Shelter by the Sea
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Halfway Series
Halfway to Nowhere
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Before he tugged his shirt over his head, he crossed the room to where I lounged on the bed. “It’s been real, Babe. I mean—“
“It’s fine.” My smile was kind and he matched it with a slow wink before giving me a slow sensual goodbye kiss.
“It’s been very real,” I said when we parted. “Take care of yourself, Kai.”
He gave me another lopsided, lazy grin and then he was gone.
I waited until I heard the click of my front door before laying back on the mattress, putting my hands between my legs and finishing what he’d started.
***
About six hours into my drive, I seriously started wishing I hadn’t turned down my manager’s offer to charter me a helicopter to take me back to Aspen Valley. Of course, when Sheila made the offer, I hadn’t been utterly exhausted, running off only a few hours of sleep. I also had just finished reading an article online about pampered celebrities using their wealth and power to basically act like entitled brats doing whatever they wanted, whenever they wanted.
I may be a mega star, but I was far from pampered. And I would never be entitled.
Never mind the fact that Aspen Valley was home to a handful of billionaires that made my own earnings look like pocket change. A few of whom were my personal friends. Still, it felt excessive to charter a helicopter for an eight-hour drive through the mountains. I was still new to Aspen Valley, and the last thing I wanted was to make a scene or draw extra attention to myself. That seemed to happen all on its own. But with any luck, I’d be able to lay low for at least a few weeks before the paparazzi figured out where I was.
A sigh slipped from my mouth before turning into a yawn.
“No, Blaze. No sleeping.”
I was definitely losing it if I was talking to myself. Still, I unrolled all the windows, and opened the sunroof, letting the crisp mountain air blast through the vehicle. It didn’t matter what time of year it was in the mountains, the evenings could still get cool and there was always the potential for snow still lingering in the higher passes.
The fresh air was exactly what I needed to clear my head and reset me for the remainder of the drive and when I crested the final hill and the town I was calling home—at least for now—appeared in the valley before me, a smile crossed my face. The last few months, with the release of the new movie, the seventh in the Lethal Mission, franchise, followed by a worldwide media blitz, it had been months since I’d been home. Not that I could even really call it home. But it was as close to home as I was going to get, at least for now.
Navigating my rental car through the streets of the small town already felt familiar and comfortable. Much better than any of the big cities I’d been in, including the one I grew up in. Something about a small town felt good to me. Aspen Valley was close enough to a big city, to not be isolated, but far enough away to still keep the small-town feel I seemed to crave the older I got.
A sharp ring tone filled the car cutting off the radio station I’d turned on as background noise to my thoughts. Trent Thomas’s name flashed on the car’s built-in screen announcing my best friend’s phone call. The last time I’d seen him had been at a private screening of my latest film where more drama had happened off-screen than on. I missed my buddy, but the need to be alone after so long on the road was strong. I fought the urge to ignore his call and let it go to voicemail. Finally, I jabbed my finger on the screen to accept the call.
“Trent.”
“Hey! Are you back in town yet?” His voice filled the small car as if he were sitting right next to me.
“Nope,” I lied. “Not yet.” I shook my head and navigated the car through the final turn that led to the gated home I’d rented months ago when I’d made the rather spontaneous decision to move to Aspen Valley.
“Liar.”
“What?” I stopped in front of the keypad on the drive. “Why would you call me a liar?” I reached over and punched in the code for the gate, wincing a little at the beep each button produced.
“Besides the fact that I just heard you punch your code into the gate?” Trent laughed.
“Dammit.”
“I spoke to Shelia a few hours ago,” he confessed. “I thought you might still be in Vancouver. Don’t tell me you drove the whole way.”
The gates slowly started to swing inward, granting me access. I pulled forward until I was clear and they could shut behind me. “Okay, I won’t tell you.”
My friend chuckled over the line. “That’s a long drive.”
“It wasn’t terrible.”
“But you’re home now?”
I drove slowly up the winding drive to the house that was far too big for just me. But, as the real estate agent said if I wanted the privacy of a gate—which I did—a small, reasonably sized house wasn’t an option.
“I am home,” I said more to myself than Trent. “And I’d love to have drinks and catch up with you soon, but not tonight. I’m just—“
“No worries,” he cut me off. “Brittany has some sort of work thing we need to attend tonight. But soon, okay?”
“Of course. Give your beautiful wife my best, okay? I’ll see you both soon.”
We ended the call, I grabbed my small duffle bag from the back—Shelia was sending the rest of my suitcases on later—and stood on the drive in the last of the evening sunlight staring up at the massive, sterile, empty house in front of me.
Suddenly the thought of spending my evening alone didn’t seem quite so appealing.
***
Usually, I didn’t mind being alone. In fact, I craved it most of the time. It was one of the reasons why whenever I inevitably ended things with a lover, I felt refreshed and rejuvenated instead of sad or wistful. But even hours after Kai left, and I’d given myself a somewhat less than satisfactory orgasm, I still wasn’t experiencing the sense of calm and relaxation I usually did when I spent time alone. I knew instinctively it wasn’t Kai I missed. Despite the fun—and amazing sex—we’d had together, it was nothing more than that.
Still, I was lonely.
It wasn’t a feeling I was used to. I’d chosen the single life, but only very seldom did that mean that I was lonely. I was the type of woman who enjoyed my own company more than I enjoyed the company of others. With very few exceptions. Jessie, Brittany, Sandy and Abigail and I had been friends since we were thirteen years old. I actually didn’t really like the term best friends because they were so much more than that to me. They were sisters.
Life with them in it meant I was never alone, even when I chose to be on my own.
I grabbed my phone and took it, along with the pot of herbal tea I’d just brewed, with me to my back deck. It was the best part of my little house—not that I didn’t love every other part of my home, too. I did. But my deck was extra special.
My house sat on the banks of a small wooded creek that provided constant soothing background noise most of the year. Because it was South facing, I got the heat of the day, but the large sloping roof cast enough shade that even on the warmest summer day it was never uncomfortably hot. I’d filled almost every flat surface with flowering plants, some of which even attracted hummingbirds that I could sit and watch for hours.
The overstuffed chairs were perfect for curling up in with a good book, or my notebook when the creative urge struck to write a few lines of poetry. And when the sun went down, and the mountain air got a chill, I only had to turn on my gas fire table and wrap a cozy blanket around my legs.
Which is exactly what I did before pouring myself a cup of tea and pressing the button on my phone that would signal a group video chat with my favorite friends. It was one of many things I loved about my girls. They were always available for a quick chat to talk through anything. We always had each other’s back, no matter what and I knew seeing their faces and filling myself with their beautiful energy would be exactly what I needed to shake myself out of whatever little funk I’d fallen into.
The call rang once. Then twice.
When on the fourth ring, no one picked up, I ended it to try again. Maybe it hadn’t gone through properly? It was the only explanation since not once in recent memory could I remember a time when no one had picked up a video call.
Before I could press the button to try the call again, a text came through our group chat. It was Brittany.
* * *
Sorry, Dar. I’m at a work thing. Super boring, but Jessie’s here to distract me.
* * *
Jessie followed up with a winking face emoji. It wasn’t surprising that they were at the same function. Jessie’s man, Shane, owned a software company where Brittany was a top executive. The fact that the two of them often ended up at work functions together definitely helped make them more bearable considering up until recently, Jessie was a hardworking single mom and the owner of Rosie’s Diner before selling it to a hungry land developer. While it hadn’t felt like it at the time, it turned out to be exactly what she’d needed, especially considering her new and very passionate relationship with Shane had blossomed into something very serious and satisfying.
Ironically, the ambitious land developer who’d purchased her diner along with a half dozen other fledgling businesses on the edge of town had been Trent Thomas, Brittany’s now-husband. Theirs had been a hot, fast and intensely passionate relationship as well, surprising all of us. Brittany had always been a self-declared single for lifer.
Much like myself, but for very different reasons. A fact I continually reminded my friends of. Just because Brittany had changed her mind about what she wanted from life, did not mean I would.
* * *
Have fun, ladies.
* * *
I typed my response, waiting for Abigail and Sandy to chime in, too. When after ten minutes, neither of them had replied, I resigned myself to the fact that they too were probably cozily coupled up with their men, too. For the first time ever in our long-running friendship, I was the odd woman out with everyone else in deeply satisfying, and if the stories were to be believed—which I’m sure they could be—extremely sensual relationships.
Every single one of my girlfriend’s auras were glowing bright shades of pinks and yellows. They were all in love and over the top happy. Which of course made me happy for them.
But that happiness wasn’t much help when I was bored and in need of companionship. I laughed at myself, sipped at my tea and did something I rarely did, abandoned my sanctuary on the deck in exchange for the couch in my living room. I picked up the remote and clicked through channels randomly until an action movie of all things caught my eye.
Okay, it wasn’t the action movie that stopped me. If I was being honest. It was the star of the movie, his defined biceps and chiseled chest and sexy smile that made me stop flicking channels.
Blaze Baron.
I couldn’t tell you which one of his Lethal Mission action-adventure movies I was watching—not that it mattered. They were all the same as far as I was concerned, and not at all the type of film I would have chosen under normal circumstances, but lately, things were far from normal. And ever since I’d met Blaze, at Brittany and Trent’s surprise wedding, there’d been something about him that I couldn’t seem to look away from. It was more than his ridiculously sculpted physique and his typical movie star charisma that captured everyone in the room the moment he walked in. There was something else and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think that I might be attracted to him. The thing was, I did know better. Blaze Baron is absolutely not my type. I like my men young. The young ones never want anything serious. Spirituality is a plus. I like a man who won’t just humor my love for crystals, essential oils and tarot card readings, but will surprise me with a guided meditation on date night. And most importantly, I want a man for temporary uses only.
Blaze—the little I knew about him—didn’t fit any of those requirements. He was just featured as one of Hollywood’s Hottest Over Forty, which meant he was way older than I usually dated. Judging by the movie currently playing on the screen in front of me, the only thing remotely spiritual about the man was the Buddhist temples in the background of the car chase scene. And maybe that wasn’t entirely fair since he was playing a role, but he was an A-list celebrity, and my experience with too many like him had always been the same. Superficial and shallow.
Okay, that really wasn’t fair. While I didn’t know Blaze well, he was a good friend of Brittany’s new husband and I had met him a few times now and not once had I gotten the impression that he was like that. In fact, he always seemed very friendly, personable and down to earth. If not more than a little flirty.
But the biggest strike against Blaze was on the last point. Right before his latest movie came out, there had been a scandal involving his model girlfriend and some NFL player. He’d stayed pretty tight-lipped about it all until he finally went on record to say that the breakup was for the best because he was at the point in his life where he was looking for something real and serious. Someone to share his life with.
Not that I was paying attention.
I wasn’t.
Not really.
Okay, I was a little bit.
After all, Blaze was a very sexy man and I was a woman after all. And I couldn’t deny that there was a spark between us. A strong one. A little flirting and maybe even a fun fling wasn’t off the table as far as I was concerned. I considered myself to be very sex-positive and relationship fluid, which as Abby always pointed out was a fancy way to say scared of commitment. But that wasn’t completely accurate. I wasn’t scared of commitment at all. I just didn’t want it. There was a difference.
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Finally Series
Finally Yours
Finally Mine
Finally Fell
Finally Forever
Finally Free
* * *
Bears of Grizzly Ridge
His to Protect
His to Seduce
His to Claim
Hers to Take
His to Defend
His to Tame
His to Seek
Hers for the Season
Bears of Grizzly Ridge: Books 1-4
Bears of Grizzly Ridge: Books 5-8
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Ever After
Choosing Happily Ever After
Needing Happily Ever After
Wanting Happily Ever After
Fighting Happily Ever After
We Wish You A Happily Ever After
Keeping Happily Ever After
Finding Happily Ever After
Seeking Happily Ever After
Cherishing Happily Ever After
Ever After: Volume One (Books 1-4)
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Castle Mountain Lodge
Unexpected Gifts
Hidden Gifts
Unexpected Endings - Short Story
Mistaken Gifts
Secret Gifts
Goodbye Gifts
Tempting Gifts
Holiday Gifts
Promised Gifts
Accidental Gifts
The Castle Mountain Lodge Collection: Books 1-3
The Castle Mountain Lodge Collection: Books 4-6
The Castle Mountain Lodge Collection: Books 7-9
The Castle Mountain Lodge Complete Collection
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The Springs Series
Summer of Change
Falling Into Forever
Second Glances
Winter’s Burn
Midnight Springs
She’s Making A List
Summit of Desire
Summit of Seduction
Summit of Passion
Fighting For Forever
The Springs Collection: Volume 1
The Springs Collection: Volume 2
The Springs Collection: Volume 3
The Springs Complete Collection - Books 1-10
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Timber Creek
When We Left
When We Were Us
When We Began
When We Fell
Timber Creek: The Complete Series
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The McCormicks
Love in the Moment
Only for a Moment
One more Moment
In this Moment
From this Moment
Our Perfect Moment
The McCormicks: Volume One
The McCormicks: Volume Two
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Destination Paradise
Shelter by the Sea
Escape to the Sun
Hidden in the Sand
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Stand Alone Stories
All We Never Knew
Drawing Free
Sugar Crash
Composing Myself
Betty & Veronica
The Escape Collection
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Vegas
Nothing Stays in Vegas
Return to Vegas
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Halfway Series
Halfway to Nowhere
Halfway in Between
Halfway to Christmas
