“Clothing is definitely optional.”
We both laugh softly as I burrow further into his hold. I can’t help but think a
bout our life together. The way we started out, our second wedding, the birth of each of our children, and even losing Gramps. Through all of it, my husband has been by my side, anchoring me to him, and our love. The moonlight glows through the room, and my eyes catch a glimpse of the roses. One for every year. Memories from the first time I laid eyes on him flash through my mind. When I first met him, I never would have thought this sweet, romantic man would be hiding behind those mesmerizing whiskey-colored eyes.
“Hey, Whiskey,” I whisper softly.
“Hmm,” he says, already half asleep.
“Thank you for the roses.”
“Anything for you, baby.”
Closing my eyes, I let sleep claim me as I drift off with my Whiskey and roses.
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Where I Escape
Michelle Dare
1
Blair
There are a lot of things people see when they look at me. They might see their favorite author. That’s a hat I proudly wear. It’s a job I love and a passion of mine. Others see a friend, a boss, and a fighter.
My life hasn’t been easy. I’ve been beaten, raped, and lost my unborn baby at the hands of the man I thought loved me. Witnessed him shoot the ones I love. And was there to watch his life end. I’ve seen more death than I care to think about. I hope I never see that kind of carnage again.
Panic attacks are still part of my daily life, even though it’s been years since I watched my best friend kill my ex-fiancé. I wish he hadn’t had to do it. I wish Brant had died at the hands of someone else. But Parker was the one to deliver the final blow. He did it so Brant couldn’t hurt anyone again. Parker will always carry that day with him—the one where he killed his own stepbrother.
“I’m getting tired of waiting, B,” Parker whines as he flops down on the plush, lilac chair I have by the window in my home office.
“You can’t rush me. You know this. I can’t force the characters to talk to me. And you being here, giving me shit about it, isn’t helping.”
Parker is a man who will shout to the world how fabulous my romance novels are. He’s one of my biggest supporters and reads every single book I write. Then again, so does his wife, Astoria, and my assistant, Eve. They are all more than that, though. They’re my best friends—my family.
I don’t just have regular friends. You know, the ones you see on occasion. The ones you text every now and then. No, these are my best friends. Five of them, to be exact.
Cy and Eve are married. Parker and Astoria are married as well. And then there’s Finn. Just thinking of him sends a shiver up my spine in the best way, which I try to hide in Parker’s presence.