




I wasn’t a
damn statistic.
I was a
person, and I deserved to be treated as such.
But that was a foreign concept to Dr. Elias Kupmen, so I set out to prove him wrong. I’d be the best freaking compassionate doctor ever. And I succeeded.
Then I returned to the place that started it all eight years earlier.
He wouldn’t be there after all this time, right? I wouldn’t have to face him, yeah?
The answer to those questions was a big, fat NO.
Elias was still there and still an asshole. But now, I wasn’t his patient; I was his colleague. I was the one unafraid to call him out and spar with him.






It was supposed to be a straight-forward contest. Everyday heroes. May the best one win.
I was going to
shine, to show my own hero, Sidney, that I had what it takes to make it
at Modern Family. Not to mention, I’d get to learn from her. Well, that part
I did. Learn, that is.
And I even had the perfect contestant, the one I knew was going to win it all. Noah Shields, doctor and hottie. I’m talking the “you can scrub me down anytime you want, doctor” type of hottie. One problem. He didn’t want anything to do with the contest. Or me. He didn’t think he deserved the hero title.
He was wrong.
He was a hero. No, correction, he is a hero. He just needed a push to see it for himself without letting the demons from his past and the heartache he was harboring taint the good man he truly was.
I was just supposed to help him see – from the goodness of my own heart. That’s the thing, I involved my heart. And when that sucker came into play, I was no longer playing for him to win the contest. I was playing for him to win at life…not just survive…and I was playing with my whole heart. Because it was his.
And now the contest was over, and I’m left standing alone, wondering if his heart isn’t too damaged to be in it too.
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in K. Bromberg’s Everyday Heroes World project.
Strength.
That single word is what I’ve
relied on now more than ever. Strength keeps me going. Strength makes me get up
every day.
Even with the pain.
It was my dad’s job. He was the
founder and CEO of the best tech company. But with his death, it’s now mine.
And I’m damn good at it.
Until the threats start.
With Cat’s urging, I hire
Jackson’s company to protect me and find the guy responsible. I didn’t expect
my bodyguard to look that good. His body was a dream, his face was perfection,
and his dark eyes drew me in. Too bad he carried a past that tarnished his
present.
Because Luka Sarbent has the
potential for love.
But when the threats start to get
more perilous, his heart hardens.
I’d been okay with my life.
Well, I was okay-ish.
I was missing love, missing that happily ever
after like my friends Elodie and Hollis had, like the kind plenty of their
friends did, like Lincoln and Melody, and many others.
And then life happened, and things fell apart…for
Lincoln. But Elodie was Elodie, so she knew how to draw me in to help.
So, help I did, which led to friendship, which led
to my stupid heart being involved. Except it was only my heart involved.
Denial!
That was what I did to keep things the way they
were.
The problem was, it was getting harder and harder
to deny my heart, and Lincoln was making it easier and easier to love him.
And our friendship was growing, even outside of
the walls of the Park Avenue Pick-Up.
But that was all it was. Friendship.
As long as I kept telling myself that, then I
would be fine, right? If I believed it, then maybe my heart would too.
But then he found out about our link. (He didn’t
remember me anyway – so it didn’t even count, right?)
Either way, it forced us to look at some hard
truths…about the heart. Our hearts.
Insert happily ever after here, right?
See…life didn’t usually happen just once. It tended
to make things fall apart often.
And ours was no exception.
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My Favorite Season is about Autumn & Miles. My Favorite Flower takes place towards the end of My Favorite Season and is about Autumn's brother Ford.
With a name
like Cupid’s Cove, it was no wonder our town made Valentine’s Day a big deal.
Too bad it
fell in the middle of winter because I was partial to Autumn…the season and
the girl.
The new—hot—girl
in town.
I flirted. I
bombed. The end.
Nope, not how
it went.
She did turn
me down, and I hated her for a quick minute until I realized why she’d come to
town. Her parents were gone, she needed to raise her kid brother, and her only
family was from Cupid’s Cove.
We made up.
Secret Valentine did the trick. HEA. The end.
Still nope.
Her future was
just in sight, and it didn’t involve me.
I let her go.
I had to.
But my heart
didn’t.
It wanted its
favorite season back.
But how?
Cupid’s Cove was a place of love for a reason. I was still there…now if only Autumn would come back.
author stand alone series, all "linked" in that they are part of the same town, referencing the same places/traditions/people, etc.
My Favorite Season is about Autumn & Miles. My Favorite Flower takes place towards the end of My Favorite Season and is about Autumn's brother Ford.
With a name
like Cupid’s Cove, you’d think everyone was filled with love.
Most were.
She wasn’t.
Daisy. My
favorite flower.
She hated me
on sight.
I might have
had a little something to do with that…or so I thought.
No biggie,
life moved on, I went to college, flower forgotten.
Except…she ran
right into me.
Same college,
same dorm building. What are the chances?
Apparently,
the universe was trying to tell us something.
And that
something was that I wanted her more. She wanted me just the same as before,
which meant she didn’t want me at all.
Until she did,
but I wasn’t going to take advantage of her.
I wasn’t that
kind of guy.
We didn’t know
it yet, but the ball, er Secret Valentine, was in her court.
And what was I supposed to do when I
needed money to take care of my mom? Sell my body, of course…well, now this
sounded like the beginning of a bad porno…and you know what? It sort of was…the
porno part, at least, not the “bad.”
Oh, no, there was absolutely nothing
bad about Chase, my best friend’s brother, my best friend’s hot brother.
He also happened to be the one to buy me – well, save me.
And the gentleman that he was, that
was all he planned to do with me. Too bad, I had other plans, the
down-and-dirty kind of plans. And this was my one shot at finally being with
the forbidden fruit that was Chase.
Good news…he didn’t live up to his name…I didn’t have to chase too hard. I just had to convince him that he’d already saved me…now it was time to break me.
She wasn’t the focus, but my eyes were drawn to her.
She was the perfect image, the perfect subject, the perfect picture. But one wasn’t enough. So I took more. I took what she didn’t know she gave…herself.
And then that wasn’t enough. I wanted my fantasies to become a reality. I wanted her.
I went further, crossed more lines…I gave her what she didn’t know she needed. Desire.
And still it wasn’t enough. It wouldn’t be enough until I had her. She would be more than a perfect picture. She would be mine.
My family was everything to me.
Which is why I didn’t hesitate. I dropped it all—my life, my career, my home—and left New York, with my sisters, to come back and run my mom’s business when she got sick.
Cleaning wasn’t my thing, but my mom was damn good at it. So much so that her maid service was doing well with some pretty rich clientele.
Zane Richards.
He’d been one of them. I’d pictured a stuffy old man with a trophy wife, but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Young. Hot. Rich. Charming. Sinful.
Though I hated him on sight, that didn’t stop me from wanting him.
So, I took him…and that should have been all. Just sex, no strings. And I’d return to my life in New York when my mom was better.
But that damn thin line…always getting in the way…
Maid to Hate…or Maid to Love?
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