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Oops, My Bad
A.C. Pontone
Publication date: July 6th 2020
Genres: Adult, Comedy, Romance

The rules were simple—don’t fall for the handsome vet. Oops! Some rules are meant to be broken.

The light turned red and suddenly my whole life changed. I found myself lying in the middle of the street with two little yellow eyes staring at me.

Then he appeared. Logan. Tall, sexy, built. I’d prayed that Superman would show up to save me, but Logan’s even better. Except that he seems more interested in saving the cat I almost ran over.

Since I can’t pay the vet bills for my unwelcome new guest, I’m forced to accept a job in his veterinary clinic as a receptionist. Not a great fit for someone who’s known since childhood that all animals have it in for her. And Logan seems to be more on their side than mine.

Of course, there’s nothing that says I can’t also unfurl my claws and be a sex kitten for the hot veterinarian. He’s got just one rule: don’t get emotionally involved.

Simple, no?

Not when the damn test comes back positive.

What can I say? Someone’s in trouble . . . and it’s not the cat.

Oops, my bad.

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I hate orange. I hate the cold. And I hate this stupid scooter.

Don’t get me wrong; usually I’m a sunny and positive person, but right now, with my butt frozen and a nose that’s redder than Rudolph’s, my positivity has vanished. Died. Disappeared. Been sucked into a big black hole. Or maybe been flushed down the toilet like the dead goldfish you have to quickly replace in order not to traumatize your little brother.

Not that I ever did that, you understand. Okay, maybe something like that might have happened once—or actually, ten times. I mean, it’s not my fault those dumb goldfish kept coming up to the surface with their creepy little mouths open. I thought they were hungry! Later I realized they’d decided on their own to put an end to their miserable little lives when they realized the grave error they’d made ending up in a bowl on a shelf above the dining-room table in the house where I also happened to live. So many tiny red Samurai soldiers committing seppuku, except with food instead of swords.

It was even kind of poetic. Except for the ending, where all that poetry ended up flushed down the toilet. The life of a goldfish is truly miserable. After the tenth suicide, my parents threw in the towel, something I would probably have done after the first one, and confessed to my little brother the tragic fate of his beloved pet.

I’m pretty sure he threw a thank-God-she’s-gone party when I finally left home to go to college. Now he has a whole aquarium full of multicolored fish. Oddly enough, none of them have ended up in the toilet.

Anyway, going back to the things I’m not happy with in my life, the color orange is probably first on the list. I mean, in what universe would a sane person willingly wear orange clothing? Stranger still, who came up with the idea that a pizza-delivery person should dress like a carrot that’s been regurgitated by Bugs Bunny? I admit I’ve looked worse, though. The Little Caesar’s uniform probably isn’t even one-tenth as hideous as the chicken costume I had to wear to advertise the chicken wings sold by—wait for it—El Pollo Loco! Quite an original idea, you must admit—dressing up as a chicken to promote the wings at Pollo Loco. Needless to say, I was fired before the end of my first week.

Anyway, now I’m a new version of myself. Now I’m a pizza-delivery person with a frozen ass and a stupid orange hat under my helmet. But as long as it pays the bills, I guess I can’t complain.

I have one last delivery to make and then I can finally go home, burrow under the covers, and sleep like a rock. If I manage to keep this job long enough to pay off my overdue bills, maybe in a couple of months I’ll even be able to take a shower with hot water! Or eat something that isn’t Cup O’Noodles. My mouth is watering already at the mere thought of getting to savor some real food. Maybe I can even splurge and buy myself a bottle of wine. I can already imagine myself lounging in my teensy bathtub submerged in bubbles, sipping a glass of Two-Buck Chuck.

With this comforting image in mind, I twist the accelerator and continue down Madison Avenue. The streets are almost deserted because there’s a blizzard blowing in right now, but the rich snobs on the upper East Side still want their pizza. They don’t care about the poor pizza delivery people, even though it’s January, for fuck’s sake, and cold as a witch’s tit.

What the fuck are they ordering pizza from Little Caesar’s for anyway? If I had enough money to afford an apartment in one of the most expensive areas of Manhattan, I would never order pizza from a place like Little Caesar’s. I’d have my own chef and eat delicious gourmet dishes every night. Shit, just thinking about food is making my stomach growl and my mouth water.

With a sigh, I accelerate even more. I’m not going to worry about speed limits on a night like this. Not that this scooter can go very fast anyway. At least I have my own transport—that is, during my shift. If I get a good tip on this last delivery I’ll go home on the subway. Otherwise I’ll walk from the pizza place to my apartment in East Harlem. Five blocks on foot, in January, at night, in New York City. The thought sends a shiver down my spine, literally.

Don’t make that face. I know I don’t exactly live in the most upscale neighborhood, but by this time you should have gotten the idea that I’m . . . probably poorer than the homeless man I just passed, sleeping on Fifth Avenue. The only difference is that I have a roof over my head—as long as I manage to keep this job, anyway.

I roar, or rather, putt up to an intersection. The light’s red, but there’s no one on the street and I really, really want to get this damn pizza delivered on time and possibly get a nice tip, so I floor it. Wouldn’t you know it, at that very moment a car appears out of nowhere. I jerk the handlebars and swerve, somehow managing to avoid crashing broadside into the door of the expensive SUV and becoming a large meatball squished against the window. There must be some invisible superhero watching over me.

The driver of the vehicle honks, shorthand for Look where you’re going, stupid bitch! Under other circumstances I might even apologize, but I really need that tip. So I turn my back on the big black SUV and putt-putt away.

The cold is making my eyes water and the scooter tires are skidding on the icy road. Right when I think I’ve finally arrived at my destination, two small yellow eyes suddenly appear out of the darkness right in front of me. I scream at them—to no avail, since the little beast doesn’t move. Instead, it sits down in the middle of the street and begins to lick a paw. Of course I’m driving too fast, and when I try to brake, I lose control and skid. Though I try to steer in the direction of the skid, I lose my balance and fall. I can’t tell if I hit the damn cat or not. All I know is that there’s a big rip in my uniform pants at the knee. I’m afraid to look; I’m pretty sure there’s a bad cut there as well. One side of my body is pulsating with pain, but at least my helmet served its purpose and protected my head. I’m alive, thank goodness, but I don’t see the cat anywhere. I can’t have the death of that poor feline on my conscience as well when I’m already haunted by the specters of those ten goldfish.

I feel tears pricking my eyes. I didn’t want to kill him! I’m not an animal-hater, really! I have nothing against them. They’re the ones that hate me. Still on the ground, the scooter lying on top of my leg, I begin to sob.

Then I hear it. A little meow right behind my head. It sounds mocking, contemptuous. The stupid cat is making fun of me. He’s safe and sound, while my ass is probably one big black bruise and I’ve got at least a dozen other scratches and bruises. “Aaarrgghh!” I scream like someone possessed. I have to get this fucking pizza delivered if I want to keep my job.

I need a miracle. Where’s Superman when you need him? I look around me and notice to my horror that the pizza box has opened up and spilled its contents onto the icy New York streets. Maybe if I can manage to get up and move my ass fast enough, I can shove it back into the box without anyone noticing that the bell peppers have flecks of asphalt on them.

Slowly and painfully I move the scooter off my leg. I can’t feel my toes, but I’m sure that’s more because of the cold than the accident. As I prepare to hoist myself to my feet, I see that the idiot cat has decided to sit down on top of the pizza. It starts to lick off the cheese, its little muzzle turning bright red from the tomato sauce. I realize I’m well and truly fucked.

Superman, where are you when I need you?

As if by magic, I’m suddenly bathed in light. A post-Christmas miracle? Either that or I’m dead, and this is the light at the end of the tunnel everyone talks about. Fuck, I’m going to die like a cat squashed on the highway, I think, because I know neither of those two possibilities describes what’s really happening. A hysterical laugh bursts from my chest. The irony of the situation doesn’t escape me as I sit there watching the car bear down on me. After all, I am lying in the middle of the street in the heart of New York City—what else did I expect?

Then something totally unexpected happens. I say a silent thank-you to my horrible orange uniform. I hate it, but I have to admit, it’s got the visibility of a neon sign in the darkness. I hear the sound of brakes, followed by a car door slamming shut. Turning my head to look, I blink and my jaw drops.

Oh. My. God.

It’s taken twenty-two years, but He finally heard my prayers.

He’s here! Superman is here!

Okay, maybe I hit my head and didn’t realize it. I must have hit it really hard because I could swear that standing before me is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Besides Superman, of course. This guy’s hotter than all the Marvel and DC superheroes put together.

“My hero,” I whisper as tears begin to fill my eyes and my heart rate accelerates.

“Poor kitten, are you okay?”

“What?” I guess I don’t mind that he’s already using a pet name for me, but isn’t it a little soon? I mean, we barely know each other.

His large green eyes rest on mine and he runs a hand through his thick dark-blond hair. A small wrinkle appears in the middle of his forehead and his eyebrows draw together.

Is he worried about me? My heart beats wildly as a dumb smile appears on my face. I can’t quite decipher the expression on his face, though. Is it fear? Concern? I blink a few more times, trying to focus. Then the truth dawns on me. He’s not concerned about me, he’s really pissed off at me. Superman . . . I think sadly.

“What the hell?” he barks suddenly. His voice is deep and masculine, one of those voices that makes you melt as soon as you hear it. “Be more careful next time!”

My eyebrows rise so high they collide with my hairline. “Are you talking to me?” I stammer, looking around like an idiot as if someone else might be there. Of course there’s no one. It’s just him, me, and the stupid cat. The cat that at this precise instant is rubbing itself against the ankles of my hero. What the fuck?

I watch as he bends over and tenderly gathers up the little monster in his big, capable hands. I’ve never hated anyone as much as I hate that cat right now. He strokes it, then lifts it up and examines it carefully. The crease in his forehead deepens. Taking a deep breath, he holds the cat tighter, turns around, and heads back to his car.

“You can’t just leave me here!” I yell after him. He ignores me. My tears are threatening to spill over now. He opens the gate of his SUV and carefully puts the cat inside.

Then I hear him fiddling around with something. I close my eyes. What’s the point of looking? I just lost my Superman to a cat.

“Can you get up?” His voice is severe. I blink and see him standing in front of me again. So now he’s finally worrying about my health. I glower at him, cross my arms, and nod. “Well, come on, then.” My jaw drops again. “Hurry!” he barks over his shoulder as he heads toward his car.

“No!”

He stops, one foot in midair. “No?” He turns back toward me. It’s clear he wasn’t expecting that answer. His frown deepens. “Would you prefer that I call the police?” he says challengingly. At the word police the blood freezes in my veins.

“Um, what?” I stammer, hoping I’ve heard wrong.

“I’m sure they’ll have something to say about the fact that you were speeding and running red lights. Oh, and that you hit a poor animal on the street.”

“I didn’t hit him!” I reply indignantly.

He shakes his head and exhales an impatient sigh. “You’re either coming with me or I’m calling the police.”

For a few minutes we engage in a Mexican standoff. I feel like I’m confronting one of those alpha males I’ve read about in my romance novels. I know that the first one to look away will be the loser. I have to be strong.

He raises an eyebrow in a silent challenge. He’s clearly telling me I’ve already lost. The fact that I suddenly sneeze, getting snot on the collar of my uniform shirt—as if I hadn’t humiliated myself enough already—proves that it’s not my fault I can’t win. The universe is clearly against me.

Heaving a defeated sigh, I wipe myself clean—so elegantly—using the sleeve of my jacket. I see him wrinkle his nose in disgust, then look away. He turns around again and heads for the car. “Let’s go,” he orders.

With a snort I throw my arms in the air. “All right,” I say peevishly as I pull myself to my feet, staggering a little for dramatic effect. I feel like a fragile little fawn entering the big bad wolf’s cave. And yes, I know I’m an idiot. “Wait a minute, I can’t leave the scooter here!”

He stops again and slowly turns back to me. I can see a vein pulsing angrily in his neck. I swallow. Maybe I can leave the goddamn scooter here. But then Mr. Animal-lover passes me without a word, walking over to my scooter. He plucks it up off the road as if it weighs nothing and heads for his car again.

“Anything else, your Highness, or do you think you could finally get into the fucking car?” he asks, his tone curt as he maneuvers the scooter into the back of the SUV.

“Um, I don’t think it will close now,” I babble, pointing at the back gate of the SUV. All I earn for my concern is another annoyed look.

“Get. In. The. Car.”

I hasten to the passenger side and climb in. A glance behind me shows me the cat is in a carrier in the middle of the back seat. It seems weird that a guy would just drive around with a cat carrier in his car, but I’m too intimidated to ask him why.

From the corner of my eye I see that he’s left the back gate open. I told him it wouldn’t close! My lips curve into a small smile of triumph—which rapidly morphs into a grimace of terror when Mr. Animal-lover climbs into the driver’s seat.

“Fasten your seat belt,” he barks in his usual tone which is somewhere between a dog growling and a lion roaring.

I swallow. My palms are sweating and the hairs on my arms slowly rise. I must have hit my head really hard, though, because instead of curling up in the corner of the seat and beginning to cry—something I’m quite good at—I turn toward him, raise my eyebrows and ask, “Are you always this much of an asshole or is it just me?”

I see his jaw go rigid, but he doesn’t respond. Instead, he turns the key, presses on the accelerator, and we drive off. With an irritated snort, I look out my window and watch the city lights slide by. All this time waiting for my very own Superman only to discover that he’s actually a complete asshole.

 

Author Bio:

Angela Camilla Pontone is a USA Today bestselling author. She lives in Italy, in a town between Rome and Naples. She’s been an avid reader since childhood. She prefers romance, but will gobble up pretty much anything that’s available. She’s always loved history and literature, so she obtained a Master’s Degree in the fields of Italian and Romance Languages, Literatures and Philology, Historical and Musicological Studies, Latin Languages and Literatures, Ancient History, and Archaeology.

Camilla’s secret desire was always to be a writer, but she never had the courage to pursue her dream until her life experiences led her to seek a way out of reality. Now, her dream is to continue to create great stories that her readers will love.

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Title: Hinder
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Saga: Guardian of Monsters
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Pages: 443
Release Date: August 2018
Publisher: Fire Quill Publishing

Description: Ethan Sutcliff seems like a normal seventeen-year-old—at least that’s what he’s trying to portray. In a secret society run by the Supernaturals, Ethan is what witches call a Bender. Benders are Witches’ Guardians, who are able to control a witches’ ability, bend it, or move it away from harming humans. In Ethan’s case, he is able to bend the Earth element. But at the age of fifteen, he lost all connection to it, and the reasons behind it could only mean one of two things: His Wielder is either dead, or hiding out somewhere.

Alex Burgendorf has been living in her aunt’s locket for the past sixteen years with her mother—a Fire Wielder, and her father—a Water Wielder. For sixteen years, her parents vowed to protect her, and they have, as she is the last Earth wielding witch. However, time is running out. Alex must find her Bender, or the fate of the Supernaturals might be at stake.

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t2jtp6ra-400x400-400x400Kristin lives with her family in South Africa where she writes full time. Her Debut novel Immortal: A Varcolac novel, followed a month later by Hinder: A Benders Novel, will be the first two novels in a saga called The Guardian of Monsters. There’s a total of nine novels in the working, following witches, vampires, werewolves, djinns and shifters. You can find out more about Kristin’s work at http://www.kristinpingbooks.com

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Awe filled me as I watched Ethan playing in the garden. Though only ten years old and scrawny, he was… a wonder.

The farm was the safest place for him. A few miles from the city and its prying eyes. Less danger here.

His hands lightly stroked the rosebushes as he walked past them.

It wasn’t time for them to bloom yet, but at Ethan’s tender touch, pink and white rosebuds opened and expanded into the most beautiful roses I’d ever seen.

“Ethan,” I called from the porch, a warning in my tone.

His blond head snapped toward me. He pulled his hand to his chest. “Sorry, Dad.”

“Be careful.” I spoke as if he was pulling the cat’s tail—not lending nature a hand.

With one flutter of the newspaper, I pretended to return to reading. After a few seconds scowling at the small black letters, I peeked over the top of the page and stared back at Ethan.

Natalie, his mother, never let him explore. She worried about the others. That they would see.

Ethan walked over to the willow sapling Natalie had planted a few weeks ago. It wasn’t tall; the top barely reached Ethan’s waistline. He stumbled and fell with hands first—diving right into the willow.

It started to grow… and grow. In a matter of seconds, it was a full-grown tree. Slender, silvery green leaves swayed in the lazy breeze.

The newspaper fluttered as I set it aside and stood, mouth agape. Not many could do that at his age.

Surprise galloped on the heels of awe, followed by a dash of fear—okay, more than a dash—as Ethan stood and brushed himself off.

So this was what Natalie felt most of the time

My eyes darted this way and that. What if anyone saw?

Everything was exactly as it had been a few moments ago, except for the mature willow in the middle of the yard, its graceful branches lazily stroking the earth. A few cows grazed serenely in the green pasture. The chickens clucked in their pen. The ginger tomcat lay on the opposite chair to mine.

Behind me, the door opened. Natalie gasped. She smacked my shoulder with a dish cloth—hard. I scrambled back from her wrath.

“I told you to watch him!” she hissed. She ran down the steps with huge eyes and long strides. She reached him and crouched down in front of him, almost pulling the boy down with her, scowling.

Rubbing my shoulder, I watched the expression on my son’s face. He hadn’t meant to do it. It was an accident. Ethan never asked to be born into our family of Benders.

Ever since he got a taste of his element, well, he’d just been so damn curious.

He would need to find his match: an earth Wielder.

Earth Wielders rarely reached their fifteenth birthdays. And because of what Ethan would become one day, his life was in mortal danger.

Benders were born to protect Wielders. The payoff was being able to manipulate the Wielder’s element. To use it to their advantage. To, well, bend it into whatever they wanted the element to do. Whether it was to make a tree grow or a fire burn or the wind blow… Wielders could start the process, but the Benders performed the magic. They told the flame how to crackle, the earth how to quake, the gale how to waft.

Without a Bender, Wielders would cause chaos.

If a water Wielder or an earth Wielder had no Bender, then a tsunami was inevitable.

Wielders and Benders were a mechanism, an interdependent team that functioned as one. They benefited mutually from one another and kept each other safe.

It had always been this way since Wielders were labeled as Witches. Now they had plenty of names—Alchemists, spellbinders, and shifters, to name a few.

On Ethan’s tenth birthday, exactly at the stroke of midnight, he had received his earth element. The connection between the earth and Ethan was so powerful, it had triggered an earthquake for a full three seconds.

Benders always received the full dose of their Wielders’ ability. For the next few years, Ethan would be able to wield the earth Element as well as bend it. For the next four years, we not only needed to find his Wielder, but also to keep him safe from the others.

Earth Wielders were a force of balance. They were the true leaders of all supernaturals. They had to stay pure. They carried within them the power for immense good… or if they fell, immense evil. If they lost their sense of balance, they could become Necrocretors. Necrocretors didn’t play by the rules. They broke and bent them as they pleased.

Everything Natalie and I did aimed toward keeping Ethan balanced and on the side of good.

The hardest test Ethan would face in his entire life would be if his Wielder turned out to be female. The Resistance. Wielders and Benders could never be involved as a couple. And yet, the pull is addictive. Strong. Even though it was against the law, many Wielders and Benders failed. I knew; I was one of them… a long time ago.

The rest of the supernaturals consisted of what humans called monsters, myths, and paranormal beings that made great characters of most fictional tales.

Ever since the jinns lost the chalice, they were no longer part of the race. When they lost the chalice about three hundred years ago, the earth Wielders took over completely. In the wake of the jinns’ collapse, there were ten who controlled everything, but one by one, they started to perish, and nobody knew why.

Lowest on the totem pole were the shifters. Once a shifter went rogue and became a Necrocretor, there was no turning back. Shifters were vicious and could turn into anyone with the same anatomy as theirs. Necrocretors loved gaining shifters.

It was why earth Wielders never reached that age, the age where their magic matures and stabilizes. The phase where their magic was powerful enough to reset the balance, to wipe the earth clean from all the evil inside the Necrocretors, from all the ugly, and to start upholding the law of not just the elements, but of all the supernaturals.

There hadn’t been someone like that in the past four hundred years.

It was why the Guardians, a supernatural human race, started with the Sentinels.

A group of five that would jump in when things got out of hand.

Sometimes I think they were a myth, as they haven’t jumped in yet.

Before Sentinels it was just earth Wielders. That was how powerful they were, and Ethan was the lucky boy that was going to be part of that. He was going to become the next earth Wielder’s protector in every way possible.

Tears formed in Ethan’s eyes, but he refused to let them roll down his cheek. He tried so hard to live up to his element, to be strong and special.

It was sad that the boy didn’t know how strong or special he already was. Maybe it was my fault as a father, as a parent.

I wanted to tell Natalie that she should stop making him feel so terrible. He was just exploring. But what good would that do? We would just end up fighting again. I was so tired of our fights. Shoulders slumped, I turned to go inside. That was when I heard the roar of engines.

The hair on my arms and neck stood straight. Adrenaline poured into my blood like jet fuel and my heartbeat skyrocketed as I turned to see Natalie running toward me across the yard, jerking little Ethan along by the hand.

“Get rid of them. Now.” She shouldered past me into the house.

No one had seen what Ethan had done, right? No, it wasn’t possible. Was it?

Three black Jeeps and a silver one careened into the driveway, spitting gravel behind their shiny black tires. I leaped off the steps but then composed myself. With great effort, I slowed to a sedate walk. I had to try to make this farmhouse seem like any other sleepy home on this continent—even though it was far from it.

Who are these people? What are they doing here?

They weren’t Necrocretors. Necrocretors didn’t use Jeeps or SUVs to make their entrances. Whoever they were, they were driving fast. Too fast.

As they pulled closer, the sun glinted off the tinted windows and blinded me. Then when they turned an angle, I saw it. The outline of a barrel.

I dove for the willow. Bullets shredded bark above my head. Splinters and sawdust flew everywhere.

My back was firmly against the tree, safe from the bullets, or so I hoped. Thank goodness he grew a fully mature tree, I marveled. Otherwise I’d be dead.

I recited words that hadn’t touched my tongue in years. I carried them in my skin on my tattoo, across my chest, close to my heart. A phrase scribbled in Latin that I learned at a very young age: Estque vel me vel.

Its meaning was simple: It is either them or me.

If someone had to die, it wasn’t going to be me.

I took out the Zippo in my back pocket, closed my eyes, and used my diaphragmatic breathing exercises to calm my heart.

More gunshots sizzled overhead. Bits of the porch railing and the willow bar exploded. The air filled with the scent of sulfur and singed wood.

I took a deep breath.

Then I flicked the flint.

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Title: Imperfect Love, Fatality and Luck
Author: Isabella White
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 2018
Publisher: Fire Quill Publishers

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Two people begrudgingly perfect for each other, creates the ideal recipe for imperfect love.

At 24 years old, Holly Scallanger has the perfect life. Everything a girl could want; a beautiful man, a stunning home, as well as being in the midst of preparing for the wedding of her dreams. This all vanishes the night she catches her fiancé, Brandon Morgan, in bed with her worst nightmare, Donna Sinclair, just a week before Holly is set to walk down the aisle.

Attempting to recover from his betrayal, Holly swears off the affections of men in order to pick up the pieces of her crumbling life. Unfortunately, meeting Jake ‘Hooligan’ Peters is not part of her plan. The tall, dark-haired and handsome as hell med student, sweeps Holly away from the pain of her past and reveals to her the bright future that lies ahead. That is, until she falls pregnant just as Jake begins his internship at P&E; his family’s hospital.

Will this love at first sight lead her to the fairytale she has always craved? Or, will she fall victim to a betrayal of the heart yet again?

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Fatality: What if Holly phoned Jake?
With a broken heart 24-year-old Holly Scallanger gave birth to Romalie and Jamie Bernice. But things doens’t look good.
Romalia is weak, and the little one finally lost the battle.
Her rage and fury blinded her and she made that one phone call, scolding Jake and voicing her hatred to him?
Just a small change, but everything would’ve been so much different.

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Luck: Luck is What If Novel #3 and an alternative story to Secret Love.
It takes place 4 years later.

Jake Peter’s engagement to Kate Niagelli is going to be a huge affair. He knows it, and everyone that is invited know it.
His parents booked out an entire resort for everyone to enjoy the weekend with the Peters to celebrate the event.

Little do they know that Frank Edwards, a childhood friend of Gus Peters and Jake’s godfather, is bring an extra special guest, or three.

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adrienneIsabella White is an USA Today Bestselling Author with a few novels under her belt. Her debut novel is Imperfect Love and first in the 4Ever Series. It was followed by From a Jack 2 A King and a few What If Novels that takes place in the 4Ever Series, all of them alternative outcomes of events if different choices were made. She will publish later this year another Standalone novel Finding Mr. Right. To find out more about Isabella and her novels you can visit her website or follow her on any of her social medias.

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EXCERPT: FATALITY

The weekend was upon them before Holly could blink.

She had class until eleven, so her mother was doing their packing since she had taken the day off work. They’d also opted to let Jamie stay home from school, who was so excited about the trip, she’d proudly told Holly that she was going to help Nanna pack.

Frank would be picking Holly up right after her class, and from there they’d all go straight to the airport to catch a flight to Montana—the location of the luxury resort they’d be staying at.

Holly was still dead set against going on the trip because she was stressed about her upcoming test. But since her mother had said she wouldn’t take Jamie if Holly didn’t go, there was no way she’d get any studying done, anyway. 

Her stomach turned at the mere thought of the test. It was ridiculous. She knew everything, as both her mother and Rod had pointed out, and she knew every step of each procedure, thanks to Dr. Somers letting her assist him in surgery. However, she couldn’t shake the sick feeling roiling in her stomach.

She wished Rod was joining her on this trip, if only so she could have someone other than her mother and Frank to hang out with.

With her class done, she hurried to the front of the building where Frank’s Mercedes was already waiting at the curb. She got in, muttering a greeting to her mother and Frank, then gave Jamie a kiss and a cuddle.

The drive to the airport was excruciating as her mother and Frank tried their level best to make small talk with her, but she wasn’t in the mood for any type of talking.

An unsettling feeling that something bad was going to happen tormented her.

It couldn’t be the flight that was making her feel this way, even though she was a tad nervous, and it couldn’t be the getaway, either, because she had made peace with it. Perhaps she was really stressed about the test. And perhaps, her mother was right; she did need a break.

She tried to push the feeling aside and concentrated on Jamie and her excitement. Jamie kept up a barrage of constant questions, all due to the excitement about flying. It was her first time on a plane, and her four-year-old brain was curious as to how the plane would stay in the air, and a bunch of other questions that no one could explain the answers to.

Holly watched her mother and Frank as they all stood in line, waiting to go through security. It was evident by the look on her mother’s face, as well as her body language, that Jane was head over heels for the guy.

Holly couldn’t deny that they made a great couple.

When they got through security and made themselves comfortable in the waiting area, Jamie recited a song for Frank which, if the smile on his face was anything to go by, he enjoyed tremendously. But his expression suddenly changed, the smile turning into a frown as he studied Jamie’s face.

Holly wasn’t liking the way Frank was looking at Jamie—it wasn’t the first time she’d caught him staring at her—almost as if Jamie reminded him of someone. Whenever he got that look, questions regarding Jamie’s father were brought up. He’d tried on numerous occasions to get Holly to tell him who Jamie’s father was, but Holly never relented. She’d always tell him the same thing, that Jamie’s father wasn’t important enough to discuss, considering he hadn’t wanted them. 

Frank never said why he wanted to know who her daughter’s father was, and she never asked. But she‘d always had a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that he somehow knew the Peterses, the reason she’d caught him starting at Jamie a number of times—he was surely seeing Jake in Jamie.

But she couldn’t ask him that straight out as it would lead to more questions, and then she would have no choice but to admit that Jake Peters was Jamie’s father. If that happened, a series of unfortunate, and probably horrible, things would follow. So she kept her mouth shut.

She knew that if Jake ever discovered she’d kept the baby, he would do whatever was in his power to take her away from Holly.

Thinking this way was probably irrational, considering Jake had wanted her to get an abortion, but Jamie was the type of kid who crawled into one’s heart, dirty feet and all. She had everyone falling in love with her on the spot—a trait she shared with her father.

When Frank’s gaze shifted to her, Holly looked away, pretending to read through her textbook.

“Please tell me you are not going to study the whole weekend,” Jane remarked as she dropped into the chair next to her.

“Mom, I don’t feel ready for the test.”

“You are ready, sweetheart. Believe me.”

There was no point arguing with her mother, so Holly gave her a tired smile.

“Put it away, please. It’s family time.”

Acquiescing, she shoved her textbook into her carry-on. Just then, the flight was announced and passengers were called for boarding. 

Jamie, beside herself with glee, jumped up and down as they all stood up. She grabbed hold of Frank’s hand and bounced along beside him, Holly and Jane following behind.

Holly took a deep, shaky breath.

“Are you nervous about the flight, sweetheart?”

“Maybe. I don’t know, Mom. I just have a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.”

Jane wrapped an arm around her shoulders and brushed her lips across her cheek. “I’ll be right by your side. Like always.”

Holly smiled. Getting her mother back was the second good thing that had come out of the horrible situation. And this time around, her mother was her rock, just as it was supposed to be. 

* * *

The flight was uneventful, and Holly even managed to relax a bit. Once they landed, Frank went to collect what was needed so he could take possession of their rental car. Holly settled in for the four-and-a-half-hour drive, resting her head against the window, watching the trees flash by as they drove.

The words Black River Lodge eventually appeared before they turned into the resort’s entrance. It was clear that this was a getaway for people with expensive tastes and an abundance of money.

Holly’s jaw dropped when the lake came into view. It was magnificent. She saw a marina where various boats and jet skis were moored, and a large board that listed all available water activities. In the winter, it was a ski resort, so the board had all the winter activities listed as well. 

Opulent cabins were scattered all over the grounds.

“Oh, Frank, this is gorgeous,” Jane said, her hand on her chest. She couldn’t stop looking every which way, wanting to take everything in.

Holly was doing the same. The place was so beautiful that a part of her was happy she’d come with them.

“We’re going to stay here?” Jamie asked, her eyes as wide as saucers.

“For the entire weekend, munchkin,” Frank answered.

Jamie squealed with glee.

Once inside, Holly, Jamie, and Jane settled themselves on the plush couch in reception, while Frank checked them in.

They were taken on a tour around the resort, which was beyond impressive, and then were led to their cabin. Holly’s eyes nearly popped out of her head at the sheer beauty and opulence of the place. Her eyes darted around the cabin, as her feet took her from room to room—a lounge, kitchen, two bedrooms and two bathrooms were at their disposal. 

She was eager to go the pool and lounge on one of the many deck chairs, and Jamie, who was bouncing on the balls of her feet, clapped her hands excitedly and begged to go swimming. But first, Holly had to get them set up in their room.

“This is beautiful, Mommy,” Jamie said with delight.

“It is, isn’t it?” Holly winked at her. “You should give Uncle Frank a big hug for bringing us with him.”

“I will, I will,” Jamie shrieked and ran out of their room.

Holly trailed her fingers over the soft bedspread. The place was really what dreams were made of. If Jake hadn’t abandoned them, Jamie would’ve been used to this.

She heard Frank laugh as Jamie yelled, “Thank you!” Over and over again. A smile spread across Holly’s face. Her little girl was so excited. The knots in her stomach were slowly unraveling and she blew out a breath. Perhaps this place was just what she needed after all.

Holly quickly changed into her bikini, then called Jamie so she could get her into her swimsuit. She tickled Jamie when she was dressed, then blew a raspberry into neck. 

“Mommy, no!” Jamie squealed through her giggles. “Swim! We’re gonna go swim now.”

Holly chuckled. “Yes, baby. Mommy just needs to get our things together.” She hurriedly threw some towels into a bag, along with sunscreen, a juice box for Jamie and a bottle of water for herself, then left the room with Jamie bouncing alongside her. Her daughter was packed to the brim with pent-up energy; hopefully the swim would wear her out.

“No, they haven’t checked in yet, but I expect they will soon,” Frank said, just as Holly entered the lounge. 

“I can’t wait to meet your brother.”

“He’s going to love you,” Frank said.

Jane looked up at Holly and chuckled. “I see you two are all ready to go to the pool.”

“It’s calling my name.”

“Do you have Jamie’s floating vest?”

“Yes, Mom. It’s in the bag.”

“Just making sure.” Jane got up and hugged her. “Glad I dragged you here?”

“Very.” Holly smiled.

“See, mothers always know best.”

“That they do,” Holly agreed. She waved at Frank, then took Jamie’s hand and headed out to the pool. When they got there, she tightened her grip on Jamie’s hand as she surveyed the area. A few people lounged on deckchairs, and a group of couples were splashing and hanging on to each other in the pool.

She missed that. That closeness, that feeling of safety and home when that special someone wrapped their arms around you.

She shook her head. She was here to relax, not wallow in self-pity. Setting their bag down next to the closest deck chair, she sat down, trapping Jamie between her legs so she could put the swimming vest on her. The minute the last fastening clicked into place, Jamie pried herself loose from between Holly’s legs and ran toward the pool, jumping in without a care in the world.

“Look, Mommy,” she called, waving her arms excitedly.

“I see you, baby.” Holly grinned at her daughter—so happy, so carefree, the joy of her life. The best thing in her life; the picture of perfection. 

Someday, she’d give Jamie the life she would have had if Jake had stuck around, it was just going to take a little while longer to get there. But her little girl deserved the best, and Holly would make sure she got it.

An hour or so later, her mother and Frank joined them, greeting a few people around the pool. He also introduced Jane to them.

Holly remained where she was, keeping an eye on Jamie. She was overprotective, but so were most mothers—it went without saying that the world was a terrible place.

She caught a few people glancing at Jamie a couple of times, which wasn’t really out of the ordinary—Jamie was in her element in the pool and it showed—but all it did was make Holly’s stranger-danger radar go off even more than usual.

When the sky turned dark, Holly got Jamie out of the pool, gathered their things, and went back to the cabin. She gave Jamie a warm bath and let her play in the tub while she took a shower.

When both were dressed, they settled themselves on the couch in the lounge, staring out at the view of the lake, Jamie’s head resting on Holly’s lap. The lights from the poolside bar twinkled on the water.

It wasn’t long before Jamie’s head became heavy on her lap. She looked down at her daughter. Jamie had fallen asleep, her face as sweet as an angel’s. Today had been a long day of traveling, and the fun in the pool had tired Jamie out as Holly had thought it would.

She was stroking Jamie’s hair when Jane and Frank entered the cabin. Holly shushed them, nodding down at Jamie’s sleeping form. 

Frank walked over to her and scooped Jamie into his arms, taking her into the bedroom. Holly turned slightly to look over her shoulder; Frank tucked Jamie in and then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. When he returned to the lounge, he had the same look on his face he’d had at the airport, and on many other occasions.

She often wondered if Frank knew the Peterses, and if so, how well he knew them. Or was this train of thought—one she’d had a number of times—all just paranoia?

“They have child care if you want to join us for dinner and drinks, sweetheart.”

“No, but thank you, Mom. I don’t feel comfortable leaving Jamie with a stranger. You could bring me something to eat, though. I’ll be fine.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to study? You came here to rest.”

“I won’t study. Scout’s honor,” Holly said with a laugh. She’d never been a scout, so it didn’t count. She’d wait until her mother and Frank left before she got her textbooks out. She needed to study.

When her mother and Frank went to their room to get ready, she heard her mother talking. Frank’s brother and his family had finally arrived, and it turned out that most of the resort had been booked out for them.

Holy shit. How wealthy were these people?

Her mother kissed her cheek on their way out, and Frank gave her a hint of a smile. As soon as the door shut behind them, she got her textbooks out, figuring she could at least get an hour or two of studying in before they returned. She’d hide the book behind one the couch’s pillows and pretend to have fallen asleep in front the TV. 

But she’d only been revising her notes for Tuesday’s test for about forty minutes when the door suddenly opened.

She quickly shoved the book behind the pillow, grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. The one thing she didn’t do was pretend to be asleep as it was too early for that.

Showing surprise, she glanced up at her mother, whose eyes were as big as saucers. Something wasn’t right. “Mom…you’re back early. Everything okay?”

“No.” Her mother stared at her, a panicked look on her face. “We need to leave. Sweetheart, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know this would happen.”

“This? What do you mean? And why do we need to leave? What’s happened?”

“It’s the Peterses. Frank knows them. It’s not his brother who’s here—it’s Gus Peters. Frank explained that the reason he called him brother was because of some childhood bond or whatever. I can’t believe it’s that wretched family. I’m so sorry.”

Every last ounce of air left Holly’s lungs, and something akin to a vice grip squeezed the life out of her heart. Her eyes darted toward the room Jamie was asleep in.

“Holly, did you hear what I said?”

“How, Mom? How are we going to leave? What did you tell Frank?”

“I told him I wasn’t feeling well, and that I was tired.”

“Do you think he bought it?” She was now in full-on panic mode.

“Yes, yes. I’m good at keeping a straight face, even though it was extremely hard to do it with Frank.”

“Did you see Jake?”

“No, I didn’t. But I was introduced to Gus and that wife of his.” Jane didn’t like Mara since the woman had been a part of the event that took place four years ago.

“How are we going to get out of here, Mom? It took us four-and-a-half hours to get here in the first place! We can’t tell Frank the truth. He’ll tell them. This was a mistake.” She took a couple of deep breaths, the knots in her stomach returning, coiling tighter than before. “That’s the reason why I felt so…”

Tears welled in her eyes. This was going to end badly. She could feel it.

There was a knock on the door, and Holly froze, her insides icing over with fear.

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