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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 117820 (not accurate)
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Vicious
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Language:	English
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Imogen Hardy hit the dirt hard and often when in the presence of Kane Jessop, not because she was so besotted with him and clumsy that she fell at his feet, but because he put her there. Usually with a hard shove or a swift swipe of her ankles. He was a vicious and unruly child; then a boy, now a man. He is in every bad memory Immy has ever had. He consumes her thoughts, her nightmares and reluctantly, her dreams; even now, years after she fled. She hoped she could stay gone, but life hands out jokers sometimes disguised as aces. The ace being her grandmother is dead, good times. The old hag can rot, but not before Immy makes the journey back to Faceless, Texas, to give a eulogy fit for no child’s ears. Releasing years’ worth of weight from her chest. A much-needed release. The joker being… this brings her straight back to her hometown, straight back to him. And unfortunately for her, he is waiting. 18+
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8 years old

We’ve been raised to be kind to others, and always smile when using our manners. Because manners without a smile just ain’t genuine. I mean… isn’t genuine. I keep forgetting to talk proper. Mee-maw doesn’t like it when I don’t talk proper now that I’m becomin’ a little lady.

A little lady, which means I ain’t been raised to fight. So when the new boy from way over town pushes my brother off his bike and brings his foot back, stretching the hole in the knee of his ripped jeans, I don’t know what to do.

I just stand here and watch as he kicks my brother in the ribs three times, making him gasp and choke for air. I don’t know why he’s doing it. My brother done nothing to this boy and I’d know because I’m my brother’s best friend and we are always together. My brother doesn’t do anything to anyone, ever.

“Pussy,” the boy snarls and spits. His white, bubbly saliva hits my brother’s neck as he cries and hugs his ribs.

I stare, wide-eyed, like a rabbit in headlights. Unable to move.

I want to help my brother, my twin, but I can’t bring myself to even make a sound.

The boy pushes his long, unruly brown hair out of his face. It’s knotted and messy, but it still looks so silky and glossy, and it has strands of gold through it, like a sprinkle of sand on dirt.

“What you lookin’ at?” he snarls at me, lifting my brother’s bike from the ground and mounting it.

I’m mad, I feel mad like I have never felt. It’s burning inside of me. I can feel it twisting a knot in my chest, boiling the acid in my stomach, but I can’t do anything about it. Mee-maw will be upset if I tantrum in company. I’m too old and I’m a little lady.

But my brother… he’s hurt. I should hurt this boy too.

“My bike,” Matthew, my brother rasps.

“Tell your mom to sell her plastic tits and get you another one,” the boy retorts, grinning as he twists the rubber handle, making his palm white. Is he pretending to ride a motorbike? I notice his nails and pull a disgusted face. He’s a nail biter. Such a nasty habit. Mee-maw hits me on the hand with a stick if I even think about putting my fingers near my mouth.

“I’m telling!” I say, finally able to speak again, but it’s weak and high-pitched, making me sound pathetic.

“You tell anyone about me, Imogen Hardy and I’ll tell your grandpa you showed me your panties.”

My jaw hits the floor and my eyes fill with scorching tears.

He laughs at my reaction and bikes away, pedaling my brother’s bike like he has been riding it for years, not seconds. We watch him go down the dirt road, dust kicking up from the back wheel in a cloud of evil behind him.

“How does he know your name, Immy?” my brother asks as I help him up.

“I don’t know,” I reply, checking his ribs when he lifts his yellow character shirt. There’s an ugly purple swelling on his side. “Let’s get you home.”

“Don’t tell Mee-maw.”

“She’s gonna wonder where your bike got to.”

“We’ll let her think it was stolen outta the shed.”

“But—”

“No, Immy. Don’t tell. Okay?”

Frowning, I nod. Too young to understand why my brother won’t tell somebody who can do something about Kane and what he did. It seems so unfair.

“It’s guy code, we don’t tattle and you shouldn’t either.”

“How are you my age but so much smarter than me?” I ask, pouting. “And braver.”

He shakes his head and rubs his side. I can see how much it hurts with every step. “I’m not brave, Immy.”

To me he’s the bravest boy in the entire world.

26 years old

It has been a while since I saw the plumes of dust this dry road is kicking up behind me. I remember being a teen and holding onto the back of cars while on a skateboard and getting mouthfuls of this vile dirt. I broke my leg in two places being that stupid, thinking I was one of the guys, neglecting my family to fight for his affections.

The one with the vicious tongue.

The one I used to love to hate… and now I just hate and I don’t like it at all. There’s nothing good about the hatred I feel for this man. It doesn’t bring me pleasure, or pain, or any kind of emotion, not even rage. My default setting for him is hatred and it’ll remain that way forever.

I pass the semi-busy looking shops on New Hope Road, while thinking it should be false hope road. Or false hope hole in the fucking ground. This place has the default setting of despair in my heart. What once was my incredible childhood, quickly became the setting for all bad things that ever happened to me.

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Becoming His Mistress
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Rose Sinclair counts through life in sixes. It's how she gets by when she's not in the company of her best friend and Tourette's sufferer, Laurie, or focusing on her busy work schedule as the personal assistant and office manager for the extremely attractive and extremely married, Ezra Conti. Everything has a place and Rose likes it that way. It must be that way. But even her quirks aren't enough to keep her in her lane and away from temptation. No matter how hard she tries to fight a detour in her life's perfect navigation system. She doesn't like-like her boss. Not one bit. He belongs with his wife, and Rose... … Rose belongs by his side.
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Prologue

His eyes and all their imperfections.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Conti,” I say, holding out my hand, turning it slightly upwards so he can see my perfectly manicured nails. I do them myself, a little hobby of mine. I think pretty, clean nails say a lot about a person, even men. Hygiene is so important. “I’m Rose Sinclair.”

His large hand engulfs mine, making me feel so very breakable. His grip is as firm and warm as his eyes.

Mr. Ezra Conti, an American-Italian megalomaniac lives to make other people feel so very breakable. I have spent the past three weeks of my life memorizing his life and his role at WhyTech. I know more details about his life, his business, and his family, than I know about myself.

Though that’s likely because he has more details in his life, family, and business.

He is the unattainable Mr. C.

From what I’ve read, women throw themselves at him despite his marital status. Once the most eligible bachelor in Rome, now a married man, smitten with his wife of twelve years, living in LA and not looking to slow down with his business responsibilities anytime soon.

To say he has travelled much in his life would be an understatement.

One of the main reasons I want to be a part of his personal team. The travel.

His handsome, gray eyes, heavy-lidded and narrowed in a way that is so sharp and assessing, look me up and down. It’s a general look, not a seedy lingering look and I’m glad of that. Though I am most unassuming, but that is for a reason.

I’m not here to look hot. Not that I could. I’m not even sure I know how. I’m here to work. Well… interview. But I know the job is mine so that’s a moot point. This job was meant for me. There isn’t a single thing on the list of duties that I cannot do with quickness and efficiency.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Sinclair, but I’m afraid to inform you that I already filled the position.”

I blink slowly, still holding his hand with a tight squeeze. “I’m afraid to inform you that you made the wrong decision.” Releasing his hand, I push my glasses up my nose, aware of the fact they make my eyes look almost half the size they are, but I’ve had them long enough to not care what people think. I’m legally blind without them.

He chuckles and continues smiling as he speaks, “Is that so?”

His voice is deep and gruff, but also smooth. It’s exactly as it was on the phone when I first called about the position almost a month ago.

He pushes his hair back, it’s neat, dark, trimmed, slightly longer than his last most recent picture. He is cleanly shaven, so smooth and kempt and he has clean fingernails. I can see why women throw themselves at him. The way he looks, plus his voice, his clearly good hygiene, and his incredible laugh. It’s a concoction for heartbreak.

Luckily for me, he’s not my type, so I won’t spend my days working for a man that I’m pining over, knowing he can never be mine.

“There is nobody better for this job than me,” I state simply but I know it’s true. I’m only twenty-three but I have been working for a position like this since I was fifteen years old. “Nobody.”

“Is that so?” he repeats, and I can tell he thinks I’m cute in the way one finds a puppy cute. “The man I employed has fifteen years’ worth of experience already. You have none. You have no connections, no ties in the business world, wouldn’t you be better suited doing a work placement in a less demanding position?” He waves his large hand in the air, still smiling kindly.

“That may be so, but I’m friendly and very persuasive, I don’t find it hard to make new friends. I’m never late. Never sick. I have OCD, I won’t lie, but I’ve taught myself to use it in the best kind of ways. I am excellent with numbers——”

“OCD? What kind of OCD?” he asks, and they usually find that interesting. There are so many misconceptions about OCD that I worry it might put them off, but the way my brain handles it only makes my job easier. So it’s always worth mentioning.

“If you hire me, you’ll see what I’m talking about.” I smile up at him. Up because he’s about a foot taller than me.

“Give me a bit of an insight.”

“Well, I’m organized, I repeat, I can’t leave a task unfinished and I can’t leave it less than adequate. This doesn’t mean I take more time though; I’ve trained myself to be super-efficient with it.” I grin at him, hoping it looks confident. “I can multitask. And… I also have a photographic memory.”

He raises his brows. “You do?”

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Tempest He’s rude, mean, and looks at me like he hates me. And I’ve only just stepped into his house. Spending a year of travelling through impoverished places, trying to help people, should make handling Sargent Wolf—yes that’s his name—a piece of cake. But even Maddox can’t deny that his father is an absolute douche. I’m only here for six months maximum before I get my arse back on the road. I’ll just have to stay out of his way, and never suggest that he let me draw him naked. No matter how badly I want to. Sargent If I’d known Maddox’s little Pest was female, I’d never have agreed to let her stay. The last woman to sleep in my house was my ex-wife. I can’t live with a woman again and deal with them spreading their things everywhere. Not to mention their scent, tampons, clothes, makeup, and weird reading material. She has leave; even if it’s me who makes her. Though not at the expense of my son’s respect and love for me. I can suffer her presence for a few months. I’ve dealt with worse. I just wish she’d wear a goddamn bra once in a while under her little white vests. I’m a tits man and hers are completely off limits. ***Standalone Novel. 18+
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Tempest

I’ve seen pictures of his house, of course I have. We traveled together for a year, backpacking across the world. He became my closest friend and confidant. He’s the best person I know, which is what brings me to now as I stand here, looking at his bloody beach house! It’s like something Barbie would live in except it’s not pink.

How can Mad be such a cool person when he came from all of this money? It’s insane. The pictures he showed me make the place look a lot smaller than it actually is, but he’s very good at photography. I bet he did it on purpose.

“Not one to brag are you, Mad?” I grin at my friend as he climbs out of the black Uber and opens the boot of the car. “You weren’t lying when you said there’d be space.”

He nudges me with his shoulder, looking embarrassed by it all, and slings both my heavy backpack and his onto his shoulders. “Come on. Let’s see if Dad’s home.”

I trail behind a little, taking in the scenery, it’s hot here, nearly as hot as India but not quite. India’s heat is a bit dryer but more powerful. This is a bit more humid, probably because we’re on the coast and there’s a nice breeze to take the edge off.

The breezy places are killer though, because you don’t feel your skin burning until it’s too late. I need to lather on my factor fifty before leaving the house.

I can’t believe I’m staying here.

When he opens the door, I yank on the bobble at the back of his curly, dark hair. He needs a trim but he won’t. He’s growing it until he can chop it off for a cause. Nothing that Mad does is for selfish gain.

“Leave my hair, Pest,” he snaps playfully, his eyes twinkling with humor as he kicks the bottom of the door. “Get the handle.”

I yank it down, trying to peek through the glass on either side but loose voile covers them, making it hard to see much but a spacious hall. This is confirmed when we step inside.

I feel so out of place and funnily enough, I can tell Mad does too.

“Beats that shack in Cambodia,” I mutter and bend down to undo the laces of my walking boots.

“Leave them,” Mad says, dropping our bags on the floor next to a white door which I’m guessing is a closet. “DAD?”

This place is so big, his voice echoes. I’ve never seen such high ceilings in a home before. In fancy hotels and such, yes, but not homes. I bet it costs a fortune to keep cool.

“I told him we wouldn’t be here until four, so he might not be home yet.” He looks around anxiously and I can tell he’s missed his dad.

“Why?”

He scrunches up his nose, making his plump upper lip seem thicker. “I got the timeline confused.”

“Now why doesn’t that surprise me?” I laugh and grab my bag. “I really need a sho—”

“Maddox?” A deep, male voice echoes over the sound of a door sliding open somewhere beyond the long hall. I can’t wait to tour this place.

I’m anxious to meet his dad, I’ve seen a picture of him smiling with Mad on his shoulders when he was a young boy. I didn’t inspect it thoroughly and now I really wish I had.

As his father rounds the corner, where the hallway opens up on the right at the very end, my breathing stops. My eyes are likely as round as saucers and I genuinely forget to breathe.

He’s… gorgeous.

He has thick brows, those are the first thing I notice, but they’re thick in the way everybody wants their eyebrows to be thick. They shadow sky-blue orbs that have a powerful dark ring of midnight around the striking edges. I want to paint them, I want to stare into them and capture every fleck of color, every genetic imperfection of his iris and pointed pupils. Thick, long lashes cast a shade onto his lower lids which only make the color pop more. Mad has similar eyes, I think, but nowhere near as striking as this.

I’m staring. I can’t help myself.

He has dimples that are slowly vanishing as his smile becomes a frown and his frown becomes a scowl in my direction.

“Dad, meet Pest,” Maddox introduces me, placing a hand on my elbow. “Pest, this is my dad, Sargent.”

I already knew his name but I pretend I didn’t and extend a hand which could be cleaner, but in my defense, we just traveled for eight hours from Cambodia to LA and there are no showers on airplanes the last I checked.

“This is Pest?” Sargent looks at his son, his blue eyes glowing with confusion and ire as he ignores my hand and lets it hang between us. This is awkward.

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Advertisement Broken (#1) Read Online Free Book by A.E. Murphy http://www.books2020.com/broken-1-read-online-a-e-murphy Mon, 24 Oct 2016 01:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/broken-1-read-online-a-e-murphy Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Dark, Drama, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Authors: A.E. Murphy Series: Broken Series by A.E. Murphy
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Total pages in book: 140
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Broken (Broken #1)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	A.E. Murphy
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	9781310141782
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Caleb is perfect in every way, almost too perfect and Gwen has never felt so happy. He is hers and she is his. Life can't get much better and their love can't get any stronger. That is until mistakes are made and their world comes crumbling down. She's left alone with no money, no home and a growing person invading her stomach. How will she survive? Forced to leave culinary school, the job she needs and the home they made together. Gwen finds a knight in the most unlikely source. Caleb's brother Nathan. A complex man with a phobia she doesn't understand and mannerisms that aren't of this day and age, will she be able to melt his seemingly frozen heart and become his friend? Or will he forever push her away and wallow in his loneliness and self loathing?
Books in Series:	Broken Series by A.E. Murphy
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Chapter One

I walk along the shore, my feet sinking into the soft sand with every step. Looking over my shoulder I smile at each individual imprint my feet have left behind. Footprints are an amazing thing, even the ones you can’t see. They make you wonder who’s walked right where you’re walking. Who’s travelled this same path? What were their concerns? Who did they love? Are they still alive?

Life is so beautiful.

Everything is good right now. No. Everything is great. It’s peaceful. I’m happy.

“Can I walk with you?” An unfamiliar voice asks from two steps behind me.

I glance at the male. My heart stops.

I stare at him, at his face, at his eyes that are a light brown I can’t name. A shade away from milk chocolate. I lose myself in them so easily, so quickly, the sounds all around dim and my heart seems to be beating in my head.

He smiles slow and easy, his entire face lights up with the motion. So handsome, so beautiful. The way the light hits his long dark hair. Not too long but long enough to tuck behind his ears.

The sun catches every curve and contour of his sculpted chest. His lean body like none I’ve ever seen before.

“Wow,” I blurt and my face heats.

Why did I say that?

There’s no denying the fact I’m probably as red as a tomato.

His smile widens, his eyes crease at the corners, “I’m Caleb.”

“Caleb,” I repeat his name, it tastes good, feels good. I want to say it again. “I’m Gwen.”

“It’s great to meet you Gwen,” his smile doesn’t falter, not until he brings my knuckles to his mouth and plants the softest kiss upon them. He can’t be older than twenty, yet he’s already a gentleman.

I’m never washing this hand again. Once he releases it I look at the sand beneath my feet and tuck my hair behind my ear with the same hand. Fighting off the urge to touch the spot he just sweetly kissed.

“Can I walk with you?” He adds, his easy smile now contagious. He looks so happy and carefree. I’ve never met a person so seemingly happy. It oozes off him in waves, so much that I can almost see its glow coming from his body.

“Are you going to murder me?” Shut up! You sound like an idiot!

“If I answer that question will you believe me? I mean, either way you won’t know I’m telling the truth until I’ve started the sick and twisted process a murderer would probably be cooking up in their head right now,” he takes a step closer, two shallow dimples now appearing in his cheeks as he grins with his mouth closed.

“Good point,” I laugh, giving him a smile of my own.

“There it is,” he grins and stops me with his hands on my arms, the contact of his warm palms and fingers against my cool flesh sends tingles to places I didn’t know existed until now. He turns me to face him, blocking the sun with the back of his head. I look up, almost unable to see him due to the shadow cast between us.

“There what is?” I purse my lips, trying not to smile.

“The moment you steal my heart,” he announces, his eyes twinkling, his hands remaining on my shoulders.

I want to gasp but fortunately I don’t. I’m not totally sure what to say. “Huh?” So I say something stupid clearly.

“I knew, the minute I saw you walking down the sand I had to know you,” he leans in closer, as if preparing to tell me a secret. “And then you looked over your shoulder and smiled. You smiled at nothing. I knew I was yours.”

“You’re mine?”

He chuckles and turns me to face the front so we can walk side by side again, “Yep. I’m all yours. Be gentle with me, I’m not as strong as I look.”

I know he’s joking, he’s fooling around. He’s clearly crazy, “So Gwen is short for Guinevere huh?”

I nod, glancing at him out of the corner of my eye, “Caleb is just Caleb right?”

The smile remains on his face, how I wish I could just smile that beautifully all of the time, “Yep. And how old are you Gwenny?”

“Gwenny?” I snort, quirking a brow at him.

“Well, I’ve given you my heart I figure the next thing I need is a pet name. What’s mine going to be?”

Umm… “Umm…”

He waves me off, “That doesn’t matter. Those are details we can figure out another time. So… age?”

“Are you profiling? Making sure I’m the right target for your list of victims? What is it I have in common with the others? Is it my green eyes or my sparkling youth?”

He throws his head back and laughs, it’s a beautiful sound. “You know Gwenny?” His arm slides around my shoulder as casually as if we’d known each other years. “I think I gave my heart to precisely the right person. What a glorious day this is.” Pulling me tighter to him I smell the scent of coconuts lingering on his skin. No doubt it’s the scent of his sunblock, but it’s delicious all the same. “I’m twenty. Just turned twenty, two weeks ago.”

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Advertisement Connected Read Online A.E. Murphy (Broken #2) http://www.books2020.com/connected-2-read-online-a-e-murphy Sun, 23 Oct 2016 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/connected-2-read-online-a-e-murphy Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, Dark, Drama, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Authors: A.E. Murphy Series: Broken Series by A.E. Murphy
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Stuck between what feels wrong but should be right and what is definitely wrong but feels so right, Gwen has to deal with her new life and being a single mother to her baby, Dillan. Whilst trying to move on and fill the gaping hole that Caleb left behind, she struggles with the knowledge of what happened to Nathan. She doesn't know how to deal with it, knowing it could be her that saves him, but not wanting to betray Caleb, who still holds the largest piece of her heart. Her mind is a mess and, just as life starts looking better, dark secrets and a past she shouldn't be a part of threaten to rip her bliss into shreds. Who will she choose? And, more importantly, can they survive what is thrown their way? This is the final part to the Broken series. Mature readers only (17 +)
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CHAPTER ONE

Dear Guinevere,

I’ll be sending Jeanine to collect Dillan for me on Thursday the eighth. Please have him ready with enough supplies for the weekend. I’ll send him back the following Monday. If this date is an issue for you, please contact Jeanine; I know you both still talk.

Regards

Nathan.

A torrent of emotions flit through me as I grip the perfectly written, letter sized note in my hands, ready to screw it into a ball and throw it at something.

How dare he?

After everything he put me through, after the way he just left us without a second glance, suddenly he wants to see Dillan? He’s so infuriating.

Does he honestly think I’ll just let him take Dillan without speaking to me first? Without explaining anything first? He’s crazy.

I immediately type out a text to Jeanine, feeling a little better when I send it.

Guinevere: Please tell Nathan I respectfully decline his request to take Dillan for four nights. If he wants to see his nephew he can come and collect him personally. This is nothing against you; I just don’t feel comfortable using you as a go between, especially when it concerns my son’s welfare.

My anger dissipates for a few seconds when a thought comes to mind that shocks me. I instantly push it away, cursing myself for thinking something so vile about a man who, even though he’s been mean as of late, has always been there for Dillan and I, even when it was clear that he didn’t want to be.

Nathan will never be his Grandfather. Not all abuse victims end up as abusers themselves. I can’t believe I even entertained the idea.

That’s not the issue here; the issue is that I’m finally getting on with my life. I’ve got an amazing job at a bakery around the corner called ‘Valentine’s’ where I’m working for a lovely elderly lady called Valentine. Best cakes in town. My mum and I are finally in a good place and I’m enjoying being a mum myself. Dillan is happy and is thriving as much as a baby can. I love him so much.

Nathan let go of me! Not the other way around. He doesn’t get to decide anything. It’s not my fault that I saw what I saw. I didn’t deserve his treatment then and I definitely don’t deserve it now.

Pain slices through my chest when I think back to the DVDs I discovered, showing me the vile things that will forever plague my mind.

The sound of my phone snaps me from the horrendous images that I wish I could forget. I pick it up with a trembling hand and sigh with relief at her response. I was worried she’d find my text offensive.

Jeanine: I told him this but he wouldn’t listen. I’ll pass the message along.

I wonder how he’ll react. I can already imagine his lips thinning to a white line as his hands fist by his sides.

Good. I hope he gets angry.

Guinevere: Thank you :)

Is it wrong that I still miss him?

My mum comes upstairs and pokes her head into the room. “Everything okay?”

I shrug. “Yeah.”

“Was it from Nathan?” It’s obvious because I never get mail, especially not handwritten mail.

I nod and sigh. “Yeah.” He hates me.

“We’ll talk about it soon; I’m going to be late for work.” she ducks back out of my room and moments later I hear the shower running.

Dillan starts to stir and I take a moment to feed him and change him. Whenever I’m tending to him, my thoughts stay on him. I know I should stop using him as a distraction and face my jumbled thoughts, but I don’t want to.

My mum suggested I keep a journal but I’d fill the book in less than a day. I worry too much.

When Dillan is settled on my bed, on his back between my open legs, I read the letter again and curse Nathan in my mind. I don’t fully understand why he refuses to acknowledge me. I get that I saw something I shouldn’t have, but does he not want to see me because of embarrassment or shame?

If so, doesn’t he realize he has nothing to be ashamed of? Nothing that happened to him was his fault.

My phone alerts me to another text.

Jeanine: He says to stop being ridiculous, he wants to see his nephew. (His words, not mine. I’m with you on this.)

Guinevere: Is he kidding? Please tell me he’s kidding. Tell him, from me, to go and bleep himself. If he wants to see Dillan he can come to me personally. Otherwise he’s not having him. Tell him it’s that way or no way.

Dillan gurgles and I smile, “Yep, all of this fuss is because so many people love you.” Even though I’m shocked that Nathan got in touch at all, I’m also relieved that he still wants to see Dillan. They had a strong bond. Nathan really stepped up and acted like a Daddy to Dillan. I don’t want to stop their contact but, after the way we parted, I need to know that Nathan is mentally stable enough to look after him.

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The honeymoon period for Nathan and Gwen is over, their babies growing and their careers running full steam ahead. Some would say communication is the key to a successful relationship but for a man that never had to communicate and a woman that needs it too much, how will they succeed? The challenges they face, the little free time they have and the call of their children cause problems in their efforts. Is their love strong enough to face it all or will circumstance and outside forces tear them apart?
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Chapter One

“Dillan!”

Something crashes; it sounds like Dillan’s toy train against the door. At least I hope it’s his toy train. The destructive little sod that he is has broken more dishes than we own.

“He’s possessed.” I hear Nathan yell and smile when tiny feet hammer across the wooden floor, followed by the sound of larger ones. Dillan’s little giggle echoes through the large house. Snort. “He’s possessed!”

“I heard you!” I shout down the stairs, stifling my laughter. I gently ease Emily, our gorgeous one-year-old baby girl, out of her cot bed and carry her down the stairs.

“Mama,” she coos softly and rests her head on my shoulder. Her fingers go to her mouth and she sucks on them as we watch Dillan race through the hallway, his little bare butt wriggling as he passes. His laughter is evil. He knows exactly how much trouble he’s causing. He just loves to wind up his daddy.

“I swear on all that is holy…” Nathan stops beside me and we both watch Dillan slam the kitchen door. He sighs and turns me into his arms, squishing Emily between us. She squawks uncomfortably so I place her on the ground and tilt my head back to receive his kiss. “You need to go.”

“I know.” I press my lips to his and smile when I feel his fingers drift over my cheek and into my hair. “Will you be okay?”

“Uh-oh.” Emily sounds and Nathan stiffens.

“You little…!”

I turn and pinch my lips together when I see Dillan holding his top up with his hands, releasing a stream of pee aimed at the wall by the kitchen door.

He takes off running, giggling like the crazy little bugger that he is.

“Dillan.” I chastise. “Now daddy is going to have to bleach everything!”

I grab Emily before she can crawl to the puddle and splash in it. Yes, this has happened before.

“He’ll be potty trained soon. Keep persevering.” I assure Nathan, who has Dillan in his outstretched arms.

Nathan glares at me so I take this as my cue to leave.

“I love you!” I yell at them all before depositing Emily on the floor and rushing from the house.

Today is my First day training to be a chef after leaving Valentine’s only three weeks ago. I’ve only been working part time since Emily became eight months old so I know how challenging this new venture is going to be.

Kerim Dal, the leading chef in the UK is training me. ME! He’s a culinary genius. I’ve tried and tested ninety percent of his recipes and I issue my stamp of approval for everything but one weird minty aubergine creation. I wasn’t a fan of that one but I’m sure if I had the taste buds for it I would have loved it.

If I could happy squeal and clap my hands while driving, I would so do that right now.

It’s not until I’ve pulled up outside the restaurant ‘Little Ambrosia’ that my nerves really begin to kick in. The building is fancy, huge and… did I say fancy? For an untrained chef to start here is unreal. I am extremely fortunate.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out, using the moment of distraction to collect myself.

Sasha: You got this.

Mum: Bring me the leftovers.

Nathan: We love you. I love you and I am so proud of you.

Nathan’s is the only one I respond to.

Gwen: Thank you Spongebob. <3

Tucking my phone into my bag, I climb out of my car and make my way to the entrance. According to the instructions I received, an outfit will be waiting for me in the staffroom by the kitchen.

Where’s the kitchen?

The lobby is huge; the walls are little more than glass panel doors with net curtains drawn to the sides. I move to the first set that leads into the large room. It stinks of money. The theme seems very royal and flowery. Heavy-looking chairs surround large round tables that are surrounded by smaller round tables. There are no booths here but there are tables in the corner, partially hidden beyond six-foot-tall dividers that offer a little more privacy.

“No!” I hear bellowed and a pan clatters loudly from the back of the room. I spot the kitchen through a large gap in the wall. Of course the kitchen staff will be open to view. That doesn’t make me more nervous at all. “You don’t put sweet potatoes and parsnips in with lamb. It’s too sweet!”

My teeth find my lower lip and bite down hard. My feet suddenly feel leaden. I’m not sure I can move.

Gwen: This place is legit cool. It’s like… billion-dollar cool.

Sasha: And Nathan hasn’t taken you yet?

I watch as two men in chef’s whites wave frantically at each other and shout in another language as a female in a matching white double breasted coat stirs something in a pan over one of the many stoves. My mouth drops open when the man on the left, who I recognise as Kerim Dal, grabs the guy on the right, who I think is his Executive chef and cousin – thank you Wikipedia – and throws him three feet backwards before throwing another dish at the wall. A dish full of food. Is this how they behave when the restaurant is full?

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