The day started off like any other morning of late: faltering masks and blurred indifference.Sometime during mid-morning, Libby, the receptionist, knocked on our door.“There’s someone here to see you,” she said and stepped aside.Behind her stood a short man who was less than memorable. His voice, however, was unforgettable: deep baritone that resonated on the walls, and much louder than I expected from his small frame.“Delilah Palmer? Nathan Thorne?”“Yes?” We moved from our desk to stand in front of him.He held out an envelope to each of us.“You have both been served with a subpoena by the defense attorney.”My eyes grew wide, my gaze flickering to just outside the door and the few gawkers we had developed. While I was looking, Andrew appeared in the doorway.“Can you tell Lawrence to call me beforehand next time? I would have requested a different location for these to be served, thus resulting in less commotion regarding such a sensitive subject,” Nathan said,
Special thanks to:My husband, David, for his support and encouragement in my writing endeavors. Crystal, for without her friendship, support, and guidance I would never have entered this journey. Massy, for being the voice of wisdom and clarity. Stephanie, for sharing is caring. Kyla for her sessions. Nyddi for her unending encouragement and help through this process. Deborah for her support and teachings. Chrisann for her perspective and love of lemons.Last, but very much not least, to SM for writing a beautiful love story that helped me find the passion in life I was missing, and the fandom for bringing me friends, family and the courage to spread my wings.Words can never express my gratitude and love to you all.
K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.WebsiteFacebookTwitterInstagramGet my Newsletter
Welcome to the Cameo HotelI get what I want.When I walked through the door of the Cameo Hotel I didn’t expect such a beauty to be working the front desk.The effect she has on me is intense, and I make her life a living hell because of it.I love her spirit, her internal defiance when completing the most inane task I assign her. My two week stay has turned into unending, just to be near her.She’s under my every command if she wants to keep me happy.There’s one last thing I want.Her.Find out more hereBecoming Mrs. LockwoodEvery girl has dreams of meeting Prince Charming, or at least I know I did.A fairy tale-like meeting of love at first site.Real life and fairy tales are very different.I’m just a small town Indiana girl that had a chance encounter with one of Hollywood’s golden boys. You may think you know where this story goes—not even close.Life is different. Marriage is hard. It’s even
K.I. LynnInfractionCopyright © K.I. LynnThis book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.This work is copyrighted. All rights are reserved. Apart from any use as permitted under the Copyright Act 1968, no part may be reproduced, copied, scanned, stored in a retrieval system, recorded or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without prior written permission of the author.Cover design/Interior Graphics by Lori Jackson DesignsEditorsChanse LowellD BeckMarti LynchSerenity JonesPublication Date: September 3, 2013Genre: FICTION/RomanceCopyright © 2013 K.I. LynnAll rights reserved
I woke to throbbing pain throughout my body, a pounding headache, and the sound of my name. It was faint, but growing in intensity as it moved toward me.My eyes opened, and I looked around, seeing the door of what I recognized as a hospital room.“Lila! Lila!” Nathan’s voice cried out. It was a frantic, panicked tone I had never heard before.“Lila!”“Mr. Thorne! You need to return to your room!” was screeched at him by who I assumed was a nurse.“Lila!”“Don’t pull that out,” another voice scolded.“Lila!” he wailed, and it sounded like he was on the verge of tears.It was clear he was ignoring the nurses as his search for me continued; they were threatening to call security.“Lila!” he called out again, desperation flooding his tone. He was louder, only one room away.My chest tightened, and my heart began beating at a furious pace.Seconds later, his hands appeared on the doorway, bracing himself while his eyes searched for me.I gasped when I took in his appear
It was a fun-filled morning in the driest sense.I awoke in pain—something I knew was going to be my constant companion for the months to come. As soon as the nurses knew I was awake, they pumped me full of more pain meds. The drugs helped, but made me a little on the loopy side.Not what I needed to be when my first guests of the day arrived: police officers. They’d come to take my statement in regards to the accident, and unfortunately I was unable to recall anything. The last thing I remembered was running out to my car in the rain and then waking to Nathan calling my name in the hospital halls.They asked me where I was headed, did I see the van, was it still raining, what color was the light? Standard questions, but I was getting more and more annoyed with their attempts to get some answers out of me other than the only one I had: I don’t remember anything. They weren’t going to jog my memory.Got in the car, woke in the hospital. End of story.It surprised me when th
I stared at the speckled ceiling tiles, counting each irregular dot in my boredom. I’d been at it for hours.There were 516 on the tile directly above my head.I felt like Edmond Dantes from The Count of Monte Cristo in that moment, in his cell on Château d’If.If there was a hell, I was certain I was in it. Half crazy, all broken, pain radiating through all of my body and soul.Nathan’s words didn’t help. I’d accepted that he didn’t want me, that he was through with me. Part of me wanted to run into his arms, but another part reminded me of the pain from his heartbreaking note.Round and round I went with myself, neither side winning. The only thing I could do was count the holes, since I had no answers. I was halfway through the tile to my right, the fourth in my dive into crazy town, when a light tapping on the door drew my attention. I glanced to the door with my eyes, not wanting to move my head, and found the heat had been turned up on my hellish fire.“Can I come i
Welcome to the Cameo HotelI get what I want.When I walked through the door of the Cameo Hotel I didn’t expect such a beauty to be working the front desk.The effect she has on me is intense, and I make her life a living hell because of it.I love her spirit, her internal defiance when completing the most inane task I assign her. My two week stay has turned into unending, just to be near her.She’s under my every command if she wants to keep me happy.There’s one last thing I want.Her.Find out more hereBecoming Mrs. LockwoodEvery girl has dreams of meeting Prince Charming, or at least I know I did.A fairy tale-like meeting of love at first site.Real life and fairy tales are very different.I’m just a small town Indiana girl that had a chance encounter with one of Hollywood’s golden boys. You may think you know where this story goes—not even close.Life is different. Marriage is hard. It’s even
K.I. Lynn is the USA Today Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon Bestsellers, Breach and Becoming Mrs Lockwood. She spent her life in the arts, everything from music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put them to pen. It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate about.Since she began posting stories online, she’s garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style. Two stories and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.WebsiteFacebookTwitterInstagramGet my Newsletter
Special thanks to:My husband, David, for his support and encouragement in my writing endeavors. Crystal, for without her friendship, support, and guidance I would never have entered this journey. Massy, for being the voice of wisdom and clarity. Stephanie, for sharing is caring. Kyla for her sessions. Nyddi for her unending encouragement and help through this process. Deborah for her support and teachings. Chrisann for her perspective and love of lemons.Last, but very much not least, to SM for writing a beautiful love story that helped me find the passion in life I was missing, and the fandom for bringing me friends, family and the courage to spread my wings.Words can never express my gratitude and love to you all.
The day started off like any other morning of late: faltering masks and blurred indifference.Sometime during mid-morning, Libby, the receptionist, knocked on our door.“There’s someone here to see you,” she said and stepped aside.Behind her stood a short man who was less than memorable. His voice, however, was unforgettable: deep baritone that resonated on the walls, and much louder than I expected from his small frame.“Delilah Palmer? Nathan Thorne?”“Yes?” We moved from our desk to stand in front of him.He held out an envelope to each of us.“You have both been served with a subpoena by the defense attorney.”My eyes grew wide, my gaze flickering to just outside the door and the few gawkers we had developed. While I was looking, Andrew appeared in the doorway.“Can you tell Lawrence to call me beforehand next time? I would have requested a different location for these to be served, thus resulting in less commotion regarding such a sensitive subject,” Nathan said,
Over a month had passed since I started living with Nathan, since Adam found me. There were moments when things got tense, and I wasn’t sure what do about them. He seemed unsure of what to do about his fears for my safety.Nathan got to the point where he was paranoid enough he didn’t like me going to the grocery store without him, still afraid of what might happen. So, we went together.“I want some sweet potatoes for dinner,” he said as he walked next to me, and we grabbed a cart.I rolled my eyes and wondered when the sudden penchant for them was coming from. “You don’t like sweet potatoes.”“Not the way most people do, but I love them roasted. Chop them up, throw them in some spices and olive oil, and pop them in the oven.”“You sound like quite the cook, but I know better,” I teased as we headed to the produce section.He smirked. “Mom made them for lunch on my birthday one time.”I didn’t need to ask which birthday, because the tone in his voice told me all I neede
Things seemed to move on fast forward, our days even more crammed than before. We were becoming lax, careless. The masks we once kept in tight check began to slip once again.Evidence came spilling in after Adam’s attack, making our case stronger with each person Noah talked to. He called a few days after and told us a woman close to Adam said he had become agitated after he saw me in the alley, chanting he was going to “kill the fucking bitch.” She even said she thought Adam might’ve recorded me with his phone when he saw me. I shuddered to think that might possibly be true.I learned how he found out where I was: it was due to the shop I admired so much. I’d put my address down for mailings because I wanted to be informed when they had sales.I should have known better, being that close.Noah found evidence that indicated Adam had been following me for a few days. Somehow, he never made the connection of Nathan and me though, or that Nathan was the one from the alley.Mi
My eyes fluttered open, and I sighed at the clock on the wall, telling me it was only three in the morning. There was a weight in my hand, and I looked down to find Nathan asleep, his head resting on the bed, one hand in mine. His hands were bandaged, and I knew his neck had to be killing him from the angle.Lifting my free hand, I ran my fingers thought the silky strands of his hair. I took stock of my aches while I soothed myself by touching him. My neck was in immense pain when I moved it, so much that it was difficult to look down at him. Adam’s fingers bruised the muscle. My face was swollen in multiple places, giving me that beach ball like feeling again, and the taste of rust was on my tongue from the large split in my lip. I could feel the location of several places they stitched back together in my scalp and at my hairline. I clenched the muscles of my stomach and instantly regretted it.All in all, I came out better than I had most of the other times. It was, for th
Adam found me.Adam was in my doorway, standing much closer than the restraining order I once had on him ever allowed.In that second of recognition I hated the judge, who decided four years without contact from him was enough for it to be lifted. I always knew it was nothing more than a threat, but I also knew that, with its protection, I could have him arrested if he ever came near me.But that no longer mattered. What did matter was that he was standing at my door, and I was alone. His figure seemed to take up the bulk of the door frame, standing over six feet. He’d grown since I last saw him. Everything else was the same: brown hair, brown eyes, and a hatred for me.After he spoke, it only took a fraction of a second for my arm to swing the door back in his face. Inches before the door seated, Adam’s arm and foot stopped any progression. He pushed back, hard, and I stumbled from the force.I’d taken self-defense classes long ago, but they could never have prepared me f
I awoke the next morning to hot kisses and breath on my neck, a hand on my breast, fingers in my pussy, and Nathan’s cock rocking against the swell of my ass. The second he realized I was awake, I was on my back and he was between my thighs, slipping his cock deep inside me.Best morning wake-up call ever.Later that morning I discovered how much Nathan liked the swimsuit Caroline found.So much he had the ties undone with me sitting on the edge of the dresser, fucking me senseless, within minutes of having put it on.I’d have to buy Caroline a massage or a nice dinner for her find.When we made it down to the beach, he couldn’t take his eyes off me, and I couldn’t even describe the feeling that evoked in me. Though it turned out there were others who also liked the swimsuit.I tried to brush off the looks I was getting. “They’re just staring at my scars.”“Fuck that, they’re looking at your sweet little body, baby.” He tugged me closer to his side, muttering under his b