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  Table of Contents

  Desire

  Chapter 1: Flora

  Chapter 2: Collin

  Chapter 3: Flora

  Chapter 4: Collin

  Chapter 5: Flora

  Chapter 6: Collin

  Chapter 7: Flora

  Chapter 8: Collin

  Chapter 9: Flora

  Chapter 10:Collin

  Chapter 11: Flora

  Chapter 12: Collin

  Chapter 13: Flora

  Chapter 14: Collin

  Chapter 15: Flora

  Chapter 16: Collin

  Chapter 17: Flora

  Chapter 18: Collin

  Chapter 19: Flora

  Chapter 20: Collin

  Chapter 21: Flora

  Chapter 22: Collin

  Chapter 23: Flora

  Chapter 24: Collin

  Chapter 25: Flora

  Chapter 26: Collin

  Epilogue

  Book 2: The One That Got Away

  Chapter One – Leah

  Chapter Two – Zane

  Chapter Three – Leah

  Chapter Four – Zane

  Chapter Five – Leah

  Chapter Six – Zane

  Chapter Seven – Leah

  Chapter Eight – Zane

  Chapter Nine – Leah

  Chapter Ten – Zane

  Chapter Eleven – Leah

  Chapter Twelve – Zane

  Chapter Thirteen – Leah

  Chapter Fourteen – Zane

  Chapter Fifteen – Leah

  Chapter Sixteen – Zane

  Chapter Seventeen – Leah

  Chapter Eighteen – Zane

  Chapter Nineteen – Leah

  Chapter Twenty – Zane

  Chapter Twenty One – Leah

  Chapter Twenty Two – Zane

  Chapter Twenty Three – Leah

  Chapter Twenty Four – Zane

  Chapter Twenty Five – Leah

  Chapter Twenty Six – Zane

  Chapter Twenty Seven – Leah

  Chapter Twenty Eight – Zane

  Chapter Twenty Nine – Leah

  Chapter Thirty – Zane

  Chapter Thirty One – Leah

  Chapter Thirty Two – Zane

  Chapter Thirty Three – Leah

  Chapter Thirty Four – Zane

  Epilogue – Leah

  Book 3: Saving HER

  Chapter 1: Andrea

  Chapter 2: Andy

  Chapter 3: Andrea

  Chapter 4: Andy

  Chapter 5: Andrea

  Chapter 6: Andy

  Chapter 7: Andrea

  Chapter 8: Andy

  Chapter 9: Andrea

  Chapter 10: Andy

  Chapter 11: Andrea

  Chapter 12: Andy

  Chapter 13: Andrea

  Chapter 14: Andy

  Chapter 15: Andrea

  Chapter 16: Andy

  Chapter 17: Andrea

  Chapter 18: Andy

  Bonus Scene: Andrea

  Book 4: Lust to Love

  Chapter One – Logan

  Chapter Two – Prudence

  Chapter Three – Logan

  Chapter Four – Prudence

  Chapter Five – Logan

  Chapter Six – Prudence

  Chapter Seven – Logan

  Chapter Eight – Prudence

  Chapter Nine – Logan

  Chapter Ten – Prudence

  Chapter Eleven – Logan

  Chapter Twelve – Prudence

  Chapter Thirteen – Logan

  Chapter Fourteen – Prudence

  Chapter Fifteen – Logan

  Chapter Sixteen – Prudence

  Chapter Seventeen – Logan

  Chapter Eighteen – Prudence

  Chapter Nineteen – Logan

  Chapter Twenty – Prudence

  Chapter Twenty One – Logan

  Chapter Twenty Two – Prudence

  Chapter Twenty Three – Logan

  Chapter Twenty Four – Prudence

  Chapter Twenty Five – Logan

  Chapter Twenty Six – Prudence

  Chapter Twenty Seven – Logan

  Chapter Twenty Eight – Prudence

  Chapter Twenty Nine – Logan

  Chapter Thirty – Prudence

  Book 5: The Valentines Day Proposal

  Chapter 1 – Lola

  Chapter 2 – Brandon

  Chapter 3 – Lola

  Chapter 4 – Brandon

  Chapter 5 – Lola

  Chapter 6 – Brandon

  Chapter 7 – Lola

  Chapter 8 – Brandon

  Chapter 9 – Lola

  Chapter 10 – Brandon

  Chapter 11 – Lola

  Chapter 12 – Brandon

  Chapter 13 – Lola

  Chapter 14 – Brandon

  Chapter 15 – Lola

  Chapter 16 – Brandon

  Chapter 17 – Lola

  Chapter 18 – Brandon

  Chapter 19 – Lola

  Chapter 20 – Brandon

  Chapter 21 – Lola

  Chapter 22 – Brandon

  Chapter 23 – Lola

  Chapter 24 – Brandon

  Chapter 25 – Lola

  Chapter 26 – Brandon

  Chapter 27 – Lola

  Chapter 28 – Brandon

  Chapter 29 – Lola

  Chapter 30 – Brandon

  Book 6: Tempt Me

  Chapter One – Evan

  Chapter Two – Katy

  Chapter Three – Evan

  Chapter Four – Katy

  Chapter Five – Evan

  Chapter Six – Katy

  Chapter Seven – Evan

  Chapter Eight – Katy

  Chapter Nine – Evan

  Chapter Ten – Katy

  Chapter Eleven – Evan

  Chapter Twelve – Katy

  Chapter Thirteen – Evan

  Chapter Fourteen – Katy

  Chapter Fifteen – Evan

  Chapter Sixteen – Katy

  Chapter Seventeen – Evan

  Chapter Eighteen – Katy

  Chapter Nineteen – Evan

  Chapter Twenty – Katy

  Chapter Twenty One – Evan

  Chapter Twenty Two – Katy

  Chapter Twenty Three – Evan

  Chapter Twenty Four – Katy

  Chapter Twenty Five – Evan

  Chapter Twenty Six – Katy

  Chapter Twenty Seven – Evan

  Chapter Twenty Eight – Katy

  Chapter Twenty Nine – Evan

  Epilogue – Katy

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  Desire

  Copyright © 2017

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  This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.

  Chapter 1: Flora

  I had finally made it. It had taken me years of preparation, hard work, and a strict regimen of saving my funds and ensuring I had exactly what it took to be accepted. Still, I was already under a mountain of student loans and every time I spoke to them, my parents reminded me that the
y believed this was a stupid endeavor.

  Yet, it didn’t matter. I had done exactly what I had told everyone I was going to do, and I hadn’t given a damn what anyone said. I had successfully ignored the doubt and the expectation of failure that loomed in the one-horse, honky-tonk town where I grew up, like a thick summer haze.

  It had seemed that everyone who lived by my parents either had failed in their life, or were well on their way to failure, before they even had a chance. It was expected.

  Those who left, were back within a year and those that decided to stay “for one more year,” ended up being buried in the family plot without that elusive year ever being up. For decades, people had made the excuse that they were almost ready, that they were going to follow their dreams and leave this town. Some aspired to goals that were similar to mine. Some, simply wished to get the hell out of the town and didn’t care where they ended up, so long as it wasn’t down the street from their momma and daddy.

  However, I had a plan. From an early age, I knew that no matter what, I was going to make it work and now, I had made it to college. I was living in a dorm, in a whole other state, able to pursue my life the way I wanted to. I was finally free to be the person I had always known I could be.

  Now, the semester was already over and I had settled nicely into my new life. I worked hard from the moment I stepped foot into my first class and I had excelled. In fact, I was currently at the top of my class and I couldn’t be more proud of myself.

  With every class I attended and every paper I wrote, I knew I was one step closer to getting my MBA. After school, I didn’t have much of a plan. I was too worried about the present. I had worked too hard to get distracted with what could be. I needed to focus on the present time, because this experience had taught me that if I didn’t focus on it and continue to encourage myself, no one was going to do it for me.

  Even my parents, who would tell anyone that they were supportive of my decisions, didn’t care in the least for the way I had progressed. They thought I was wasting my time and money; as though it was theirs to spend. Every time I spoke to them, they made it abundantly clear that I was wasting their time. They thought that I should marry in the town, never get anywhere in life and allow one of those dimwits to provide for me.

  While they didn’t say it quite that way, that was exactly how I felt and therefore, every time they hinted toward their wishes, I had to keep from bursting out laughing.

  Nope, I was doing this all myself, for myself and I couldn’t have been happier about it.

  I had told myself a long time ago that even if I did find a husband who was able to properly provide for me, I wasn’t going to let him. I wanted to take care of myself, since there are no guarantees in life.

  My parents were the best example of that. While I still think they love me, they only liked me until they realized that I had no interest in maintaining the family modus operandi of a sub-par existence. I never went hungry, but it was always a struggle and I couldn’t help but think if my family hadn’t settled for living like my grandparents had, in a changing time, they could’ve done better. They should’ve done better.

  When they realized that I was nothing like them and their guilt wasn’t enough to make me stay, they decided that they simply were no longer interested in what I wanted to do in my life. Most parents want their children to do better but for some reason, my parents wanted to stick me in the same rut they were milled into and squander all the potential I realized I had.

  When my momma and daddy made their own intentions clear, however, I was hurt, but it taught me a valuable lesson. I was never going to expect anyone else to understand why I wanted to do something. I was only going to expect people to respect what I was doing and why I was doing it. I wasn’t going to rely on anyone.

  After all, if I couldn’t rely on my own mother and father, how was I ever supposed to truly rely on a man?

  However, none of that mattered now. I had another three and a half years left to focus on school and after that, my priorities would shift to my career. That didn’t leave much time for a social life and I certainly wasn’t going to waste it gambling on love or obsessing over emotion.

  My roommate on the other hand, thought of school as one big party.

  “Come on!” Riley groaned, sitting on the couch next to me, “Finals are over, Flora. There is absolutely no reason you can’t go out and celebrate.”

  I narrowed my eyes at her, contemplating what she was asking me to do.

  “Celebrating doesn’t always involve booze,” I answered, though I knew she was likely going to talk me into going with her to this one.

  “It does if you’re an adult…” She retorted, returning my glower, “And last time I checked, you’re an adult, am I right?”

  “Of course, I am,” I snapped, “It’s just not as much fun for me to go get wasted as it is for you.”

  “Come on! I swear! It’ll be fun and besides, you might even get laid,” she grinned.

  “Now, that’s a reason I definitely shouldn’t be going,” I replied with a smirk, “I do not need that kind of drama in my life.”

  “What drama?” Riley insisted, “Make sure you wear protection; he has fun, you have fun, if you’re drunk enough, neither of you will even remember your names in the morning. It’s a win, win! No strings attached.”

  “You really believe that?” I asked, in a serious tone.

  Realizing that I was no longer joking with her, Riley sighed, “Look, you’re in college now, not your stupid small town, where there are eyes peering around every corner. People here don’t care who sleeps with who, unless they’re directly involved in the situation…and even then, sometimes it’s a mutual agreement, but don’t worry about that…”

  Her smirk told me she was trying to induce a little bit of humor, but I didn’t react to it.

  After a pause, she added, “While I understand your struggle and I get that you don’t want to screw anything up, you’ve got to live a little, or you’ll regret it. If you’re going to do something reckless, it’s much better to do it now, without having to worry about school. You did great. You deserve a break.”

  Even though I didn’t try to encourage her, I was certain she had already won; though I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of telling her that. So, I simply shook my head.

  Knowing that she had won this argument, she laughed.

  “I promise you, Flora, we’re going to have a great time!”

  I rolled my eyes, knowing for sure now that I was overruled.

  So, when the time came, I got dressed, with Riley’s unwavering guidance; which consisted of her picking clothes out of her closet and insisting that I wear them.

  “You can’t go to the party looking like a librarian,” she teased as she pulled out a skimpy skirt with a black and red checkered pattern and black ruffles hanging down, slightly below the seam. When she looked at me, she was grinning widely, “Unless, of course, you look like this.”

  By the end of the Riley makeover session, I couldn’t deny that I looked hot. My dark hair was tied up in the back with a black newsboy cap, turned slightly to the side, a crimson tank top, with a sheer black sweater that tied in the front.

  I wore my own boots, which matched the punk rock theme and matched my makeup.

  However, it wasn’t until after I was finished that I admitted to myself that I had enjoyed the girly-type experience. It was fun and, as Riley had repeatedly drilled into my head, long overdue.

  It wasn’t that I was a prude or didn’t enjoy having fun, I was just so afraid of messing up my life, I didn’t want to afford myself any temptation.

  However, tonight, felt good.

  There’s something almost magical about when every strand of hair falls right into place and every accessory to your outfit is right on point. It makes a woman feel amazing and that was exactly how I was feeling now.

  By the time the two of us were staring in the mirror, making the final preparations, I was happy that Rile
y had forced me to do this. After all, spending another night alone, while she went out and had fun, especially when I didn’t have schoolwork to keep me busy.

  Tonight, I was in a mood where I wanted to be normal. It didn’t happen often nowadays, with as focused as I was, but that was what I loved about Riley. She made me come out of my comfort zone and gave me a begrudging excuse to do the things I wanted to do all along.

  When I had school, she respected that I wanted to do well, and I respected that she could not even open a book and still average the same grade as I did. Although, I couldn’t say I didn’t wish I had the same ability.

  Nevertheless, as opposite as we were, Riley and I were best friends and there was no one else on this campus I would rather room with.

  “So, where is this party?” I asked as we were strutting off campus, looking great and feeling the same.

  “It’s at a frat house…Not too far,” she promised. “Remember where we went for Halloween?”

  I nodded, beaming at the fond memory, “That was a fun night.”

  “Yes, it was,” she replied, undoubtedly thinking about the after party, at which, she wouldn’t stop talking about her amazingly erotic night.

  I had a good time too that night. I had a few too many and I don’t remember a whole lot but what I do remember was awesome.

  I hadn’t found my knight in shining armor there, but I had discovered my love of gin, which I was looking forward to rekindling tonight, even though I would never admit it.

  “I wonder if my dream man is going to be there,” Riley mused with an almost wicked smile. She had to call him that, or something along those lines, because she and the man had never bothered to even exchange names.

  I thought this was extremely weird and even Riley agreed, but claimed that there was such an immediate, physical connection between the two of them that nothing else mattered.

  “I just wanted to see him naked,” she had admitted, “We both knew this wasn’t anything more than a sexual satisfaction, so names might have actually ruined it.”

  However, trying to figure out how to respond to her now, I wondered if she wished she had gotten his name.

  At this point, the bus arrived, and we got on.

  “If not him, I’m sure they’ll be someone,” I mused in a teasing tone.

  “Wow, you say it that way, you make me sound like a hoe,” she insisted, playfully narrowing her eyes at me.

  “No,” I chuckled, “You’re just…what is that called? Free spirited?”

  “It’s called enjoying your life and rolling with the punches…”