Authors: Kristin Mayer
Tags: #contemporary romance
Copyright © 2014 by Kristin Mayer
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Cover Designer: Chris Chandler and Eddie Smith at Chandler Graphics
Editor and Interior Designer: Jovana Shirley, Unforeseen Editing,
Cover Photo: April Park at April Park Photography
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This book is dedicated to my husband, Paul,
my daughter, Makaela,
and all four of my parents, Kathy, Tim, Gehrig, and Janet.
My eyes slowly start to come open. I’m lying in a tangled mess of sheets, and my fiancé is sleeping soundly next to me with his limbs wrapped around me like a vine. As of late, because of the stress he’s been under, the only time he looks relaxed is when he is sleeping. There’s a killer out there, responsible for his sister’s death, and whoever it is wants me now.
Pushing those thoughts aside, I focus on the memory of last night. It was something that comes out of fairy tales—the extravagant gift of my parents’ farm along with my horse, Gingersnap, the proposal, the beautiful ring, and the romantic dinner for two.
We finish our dinner as Gingersnap grazes beside us, nickering every so often. Every chance I get, I stare at my ring in wonder.
I am Damien’s, and he is mine.
“I’m glad you like your ring. I had it made specially for you. There’s not another one like it in the world.”
I move to sit on his lap, and he immediately scoots back and brings me to him before I kiss him. The kiss, the connection, the love feels stronger between us.
“I love it. When did you do all of this?”
“The day of your big shoot at the hotel. I had to stay back because the final paperwork arrived for Gingersnap and the land. Your ring also came back after having some additions made to it.”
His black hair moves in the breeze as I play with the pieces of hair right above his ear.
“It’s all perfect. Are we driving all the way back home tonight?”
A look of mischief passes over his face. “No.”
He gives me a wink with those piercing blue eyes. “I have another surprise for you, and it should be here soon. And no, I’m not telling you. You can be patient for a few more minutes.”
When I give him my pouty face, he chuckles and presses his lips to mine for a light kiss. Right as we are about to deepen it, I hear a vehicle approaching, causing me to immediately break the kiss. A tour bus is driving through the field toward us with a car following it.
“What is that?”
“Well, I didn’t want to take the time to go to a decent hotel, so I brought the decent hotel to us.”
I don’t know why that makes me giggle, but it does. The bus comes to a stop. The security guard turns off the vehicle monstrosity and nods our way as he heads to the car that followed him in. Shortly after, the car drives away.
“Come, I want to savor you as my fiancée.”
The seductive purr in his voice causes that pulsing desire to start between my legs. He picks me up, and I let out a yelp of excitement as my feet leave the ground.
“Isn’t this supposed to be saved for the honeymoon?”
“I’m a thorough man. I’m carrying you over the threshold as my fiancée, too.”
Kissing me as he walks us to the door, he hugs me closer to him. He walks us up the few steps of the bedroom-on-wheels, and then he sets me down.
This is more extravagant than any motor home I have ever seen.
It’s weird to see Damien in a tour bus.
The inside is done in dark wood, and the décor screams rock star with the modern furniture in bold, vibrant colors of purples and reds. Although it’s not my style, it works.
He leads me through a small living room that connects to a kitchen and eating area. There’s not much time to fully take in my surroundings as Damien continues to lead me down the dark hall.
“Where’d you get this?” I ask.
“I called in a special favor.”
With that, he pushes open the back door to a master bedroom. In the dim light, I can see a queen-sized bed and two sitting chairs. He moves to the side of the bed and turns on a lamp, casting a warm glow throughout the room. The moment he looks at me, the air between us charges with an intense sexual energy.
“I’m going to cherish you, Alli, for the rest of our lives and then some.” He comes toward me slowly as he unbuttons his shirt, displaying his toned chest. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life making you happy.” His shirt drops to the floor, and he goes for his belt buckle. “I’m going to be your forever.” He pushes down his pants. Closing the gap between us, he brings his lips to mine.
Being together is like melding us into one person even though we haven’t said our vows yet.
A sigh of contentment leaves my lips.
The images of Damien and me making love numerous times last night flash through my mind. The connection is still incredible between us as I lie here this morning.
I catch a glimpse of my ring, and it takes my breath away. It’s a large princess cut diamond solitaire with a band of solid diamonds.
As I shift to get more comfortable, Damien stirs beside me. I wonder how I found someone so perfect for me. Prior to meeting Damien, I was lost and afraid to open myself up after losing both my parents in a horrible accident. He found me, rescued me, and gave meaning back to my life.
My mom used to always say,
When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.
Damien is all those thousands of reasons as to why I am smiling.
He raises his blue eyes to meet my blue-green gaze, and he lifts an eyebrow. “What are you thinking about so hard this early in the morning?” he asks, his voice filled with sleep.
How does his black hair look perfect day or night?
I just don’t understand it.
I think it looks even sexier after he’s been sleeping, if that’s even possible.
I snuggle closer to him. “Just how perfect last night was and how wonderful you are.”
He nuzzles my neck as he responds, “Mmm, it was. You’re perfect for me, too, baby. It was the most wonderful night of my life. Now, we just need to decide when we are going to officially make you my wife.”
My head is still spinning from becoming engaged. I haven’t even begun to think about the wedding. “We just got engaged. Don’t you think we should enjoy this part of our relationship for a bit?” I run my index finger down his arm that’s wrapped around my waist.
He turns his mouth to my collarbone and starts nibbling. “No, I think we’ve enjoyed this stage long enough. We are ready for the next one, baby.”
“Mmm…” That’s all I can manage as I am lost in Damien’s touch.
He shows me again just how wonderful we are together. He could probably get me to agree to anything at this point.