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Soaring

Kristen Ashley

Published by Kristen Ashley

 

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Rock Chick Series:

Rock Chick

Rock Chick Rescue

Rock Chick Redemption

Rock Chick Renegade

Rock Chick Revenge

Rock Chick Reckoning

Rock Chick Regret

Rock Chick Revolution

 

The ‘Burg Series:

For You

At Peace

Golden Trail

Games of the Heart

The Promise

 

The Chaos Series:

Own the Wind

Fire Inside

 

The Colorado Mountain Series:

The Gamble

Sweet Dreams

Lady Luck

Breathe

Jagged

Kaleidoscope

 

Dream Man Series:

Mystery Man

Wild Man

Law Man

Motorcycle Man

 

The Fantasyland Series:

Wildest Dreams

The Golden Dynasty

Fantastical

Broken Dove

 

The Magdalene Series:

The Will

Soaring

 

The Three Series:

Until the Sun Falls from the Sky

With Everything I Am

Wild and Free

 

The Unfinished Hero Series:

Knight

Creed

Raid

Deacon

 

Other Titles by Kristen Ashley:

Fairytale Come Alive

Heaven and Hell

Lacybourne Manor

Lucky Stars

Mathilda, SuperWitch

Penmort Castle

Play It Safe

Sommersgate House

Three Wishes

 

www.kristenashley.net

 

 

Kindle Edition, License Notes

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 by Kristen Ashley

First ebook edition: March 16, 2015

First print edition: March 16, 2015

 

Contents

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Epilogue

About the Author

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Prologue

Start Anew

 

I stood in the middle of the huge room, the long, high wall of windows showing a grayed view of the Atlantic Ocean foaming against the cliff rock, my furniture (mostly) where I wanted it, the rest of the space was taken up with boxes stacked high.

I’d brought too much stuff.

I should have gone through it. Weeded things out. Dumped stuff.

Started anew.

That’s what I needed.

That was why I was there.

To start anew.

The problem with that was, to do it, I needed to backtrack and rectify past mistakes.

As if the biggest mistake of all could be conjured by my thoughts, I heard my doorbell ring.

In buying the house long-distance without looking at anything but photos, I’d obviously not heard my doorbell. Hearing it then, I was surprised it was just as stunning and elegant as the rest of the house. Muted chimes that rang dulcetly through the space as if they were precisely what they were, carefully crafted to belong right there.

I looked to the door with its curving slash of extraordinary stained glass just as a loud banging that was not dulcet in the slightest came on the heels of the bell.

I couldn’t see anything but a shadow through the blues, purples and pinks of the stained glass, but I still knew that body shadowed through the glass. I’d know the lines of that body anywhere.


Amelia!
Open the fuck up!

There it was.

Conrad.

Angry.

Actually, very angry.

As he had been now for years.

I hurried to the door for several reasons.

One was that he was still banging and I liked my door. It was custom-made to fit the house. I didn’t want him damaging it. And I knew he was angry enough to keep banging and doing it that hard might cause harm to the door.

Two was that I didn’t want him to wait. He was angry and I didn’t want him angrier. Though how that could be, I couldn’t imagine. I’d spent years plumbing the depths of his wrath. However, as I did, I found those depths were unending.

And three was that he had a right to be angry and I didn’t want to do anything to give him more of a right.

I arrived at the door, flipped the lock, opened it and looked up at my ex-husband.

God, so beautiful. So…very…
beautiful
.

My heart shriveled.

“You fucking did it,” he snarled, his eyes slits, his fury so visible, so palpable, I could taste it.

I was used to the taste. It was acrid, it burned my tongue. I hated it but somewhere along the way I had become addicted to it.

“Con,” I whispered.

“Couldn’t leave well enough alone,” he bit out.

“Please, just—”

“We’re fine. We’re good. We’re finally far from you and happy, and you…” He shook his head furiously, “Fuck,
you
…” He drew in a massive breath then shouted, “
Gotta show and fuck everything up!

Oh yes. Very angry.

“That’s not my intention, Con,” I replied soothingly. “I know that you won’t believe that, but—”


You know I won’t believe that?
” he bellowed. “You know? Fuck yeah, you know, you bitch! Of course you fucking know!”

I lifted my hands in a pacifying gesture. “Really. Give me time. I promise—”


You
promise?” he thundered. “
You
?
A promise from you?
What a fucking joke
!”

“If you give me time, Con—” I tried again, softly.

I stopped when he leaned into me, coming close.


Time
? You stupid,
fucking bitch
! So full of
shit
! Time? I’m not giving you time. I’m not giving you fucking
shit
. Amelia, you fuck this up for me, for my wife, for my kids,
again
, I’ll make you
fucking pay
. You hear me?
I’ll make you fucking pay
!”

I opened my mouth to say something. Something about the fact they weren’t
his
kids but
our
kids.

However, before I got it out, I heard a deep voice demand, “Step back. Now.”

Conrad jerked around.

I looked beyond him and the world suspended.

This was because, five feet away from Conrad, standing on my front walk, was a tall, muscular man with dark hair clipped short to his skull and the most beautiful blue eyes I’d ever seen in my life.

Those eyes were on Conrad. They were irate.

But I didn’t take that in.

I took
him
in.

His blue khakis hanging on narrow hips and covering long legs with noticeably meaty thighs. His matching blue t-shirt that fit snug at his wide chest and bulky biceps. A t-shirt that had a recognizable cross insignia over his heart with “MFD” in the middle and “fire” at the top, “rescue” at the bottom. His strong jaw covered in a dark five o’clock shadow that had hints of salt in it, those whiskers matching his thick, cropped hair.

And those eyes. Those eyes that were angry now but I knew with one look they could be many different things. They could be warm. They could laugh. They could be frustrated. They could be impatient. They could be determined. They could be joyful.

They could be heated.

And I knew with that one look I wanted to see those eyes every way they could be.

Yes, I wanted that but I also wanted more.

I wanted to
make
him feel all the things those eyes could communicate to me. I wanted to
make
him happy. I wanted to
make
him laugh. I even wanted to make him annoyed.

But most of all, in that moment, I found myself wanting, in a myriad of ways, to make those beautiful blue eyes
heated
.

Yes, standing in my brand new house facing off with the love of my life, my ex-husband, the man who I lost, a man I didn’t think I could get over but knew I had to find a way—for him but mostly for our children—that was what I thought.

I wanted it all from this stranger.

And I wanted it immediately.

“Who the fuck are you?” Conrad asked irately, jolting me out of these thoughts.

“I’m a man who doesn’t like it when another man shouts at, threatens and curses at a woman. Now, I said, step back,” the stranger replied.

“This isn’t any of your business,” Conrad informed him.

“Man sees another doin’ what I just saw you doin’, ’fraid you’re wrong. It
is
my business.” He delivered that and didn’t even pause before he said, “I’ll say it one more time, step back.”

Conrad turned to me. “You know this asshole?”

Before I could answer, Conrad was no longer standing at my front door.

He was off the front walk, several steps into the yard, and I had the back of the stranger to me as he’d positioned himself in my door between Conrad and me.

I’d seen him move, I had to. Yet it happened so fast, it almost seemed like I didn’t.

But it happened and there he was, this stranger, unknowingly standing between me and my gravest mistake.

Protecting me.

I’d never had that. Not in my forty-seven years of life.

I didn’t know if it was right to like it, I just knew I did.

Okay, yes.

Absolutely, one hundred percent yes.

I didn’t know him but I knew I wanted it all from this man.

“Go somewhere. Cool off,” the stranger ordered. “You know this woman and got somethin’ to say to her, you do it a lot more calm and with a fuckuva lot more respect. Am I understood?”

I looked beyond his back (which was a difficult endeavor, the t-shirt clung to his shoulders and lats and it was a pleasant visual) to see Conrad was even more livid after the man had pushed him into the yard.

However, Conrad wasn’t stupid. He was tall and lean, fit because he worked at it. But he was no match for this man and he knew it.

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