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Vacation from Hell: Part II

“You can sit on my lap if you want, Mikey,” Cole offered as Mikey moved to climb back into the van, carrying a bag white plastic bag filled with what he could only hope was junk food, and before she could take his cousin up on his offer, Sebastian reached over with a heavy sigh, grabbed her by the arm and with a quick yank, had her back on his lap where she belonged.

He ignored his cousin’s glare and Mikey’s mumbled, “I feel so used,” and shifted her on his lap so that he could see what lovely treats she was going to share with him. As he opened the bag and took a peak, he couldn’t help but wonder when she was going to learn. While the rest of them had quickly devoured their snacks seconds after purchasing them, Mikey had taken her time, checked out the sports magazines, and when she’d finished buying the snacks that he was going to have to help himself to, she’d sat on the stone wall that ran across the back of the gas station, rolling her baseball between her hands and-

The Sleepover

t was probably the old house settling, Mikey told herself, nodding because that made sense, but just in case, she pulled her covers over her head and decided that it would be for the best if she hid. When she heard the rattling noise seconds later, she decided that it had been far too long since she’d slept in her mom’s room.

Decision made, she shoved the covers back and-

“Move over,” Sebastian, her best friend and boy that she was going to bury in her backyard after she strangled him, said as he crawled into her bed, giving her no other choice but to move over.

A look at The Promise: An NFH Novel

An Excerpt from "The Promise"

“I guess it all started when I found out that Santa Claus isn’t real,” the little pain in the ass that was trying to get out of detention said from her usual spot.

“That must have been very traumatic for you,” Reed said absently as he finished reading through the rest of the emails, deleting the ones from parents demanding to know why he’d fired Miss Dawson, others calling him a fucking moron for not firing her sooner, and a few writing just to let him know that he was an asshole.

“It was,” Jen said with a sniffle, “It really was.”

Happy New Year’s With An Excerpt

“Aidan?”

“Hmm?” he murmured as he scrolled through his emails, forwarded some to his secretary, deleted some, flagged others all while debating running out to get some fresh prunes to add as a side to Melanie’s lunch and grabbing a burger and shake for himself.

Christ, he could go for a burger.

And fries.

Maybe some onion rings.

“Aidan?”

“Yeah?” he asked, double-checking his schedule to make sure that there weren’t any last-minute patients added to his day.

 

A Christmas Party from Hell: Part I

“Is there a reason why you’re hiding in my office?”

“Mmmhmmm, self-preservation,” Kenzie said as she popped one of the mini pumpkin pie that she couldn’t seem to get enough of in her mouth as she reclined on her brother’s couch, fully prepared to spend the rest of the night in here until she could leave.

“Mom or the asshole?” Reese asked, as he gently pushed her legs off the couch so that he could sit down, careful of the large plate of food in his hand.

“The asshole,” she said, sighing heavily as she sat up and popped another pie in her mouth.

“Is mom still nagging you?” Reese asked with a teasing glint in his eye as he reached over and-

Christmas Shopping: Part II

Kasey couldn’t believe that she was doing this, but she was desperate. Not knowing what else to do, she grabbed Reese by the arm, ignoring his heavy sigh as she dragged him over to the kitchen door, and shoved him through the door before she turned around and faced the two men currently devouring all the experiments for the new chocolate chip cook recipe that she’d been hired to figure out and that hadn’t quite made the cut.

“I need your help,” she said, deciding to get straight to the point.

“Can’t,” Jason said, pointedly looking down at the sleeping baby in his arms as he grabbed the last cookie off one of the many platters covering the kitchen island before shoving the empty platter aside and pulling a new one closer.

“Did I mention that I’m planning on baking macaroni and cheese tonight?” she said, hoping to two entice the two large Bradfords into taking pity on her and doing this for her.

“Why do you think we’re babysitting?” Trevor asked, as he popped the last bite of cookie in his mouth, careful not disturb the sleeping baby in his arms.

Christmas Shopping: Part I

“Are you insane?” Sara demanded as Kasey yanked her inside and sent her stumbling before she quickly released her hold on her best friend once she was sure that she wouldn’t try to escape so that she could throw the deadbolt, ensuring that they wouldn’t be disturbed.

“Yes, yes she is,” Eric, her other captive, said with a bored sigh from where he lounged on her bed, looking for something to watch, and not looking particularly happy about being dragged through the house as soon as he’d made the mistake of opening the front door, but she really didn’t care.

Cause I’ve been bad…

From Irresistible: A Neighbor from Hell Novel

Don’t look!

For the love of everything that was holy don’t open your eyes! she inwardly screamed at herself, praying that the crazed man cursing to himself as he continued to rummage through the room didn’t realize that she was awake.

Hoping that he was too busy to notice, she slowly turned over onto her side, absently noting that although the bed was smaller than she was used to, it was surprisingly comfortable.

Then again, should she really expect anything else from a doctor?

 

Thanksgiving: Bradford Style

“Are you ogling my husband?”

“Yes,” Kasey admitted with a nod as she finished off the rest of her cider before holding up the empty cup to the man in question.

“Okay,” Rebecca said with an unconcerned shrug as she joined them at the table.

With a glare, most likely for interrupting his work, Lucifer reluctantly stepped away from her collection of spices that he’d been in the middle of organizing to refill her drink. Once he’d filled her cup, he took it upon himself to add a few more slices of cranberry bread and banana bread to her plate and Haley’s before pushing the homemade honey butter she’d made this morning between them with a glare that told them that they’d better eat. Knowing better than to argue with a Bradford male, who by the way she’d like to point out, turned into mother hens around pregnant women, she slathered an obscene amount of butter on her bread while Haley did the same, all while they continued to ogle him.

“And Reese is fine with this?” Rebecca asked absently as she joined in on ogling her husband while he worked.

 

Trick or Treat: Part 3

“Oh, my god! I love CaseyCooks.com!” the woman that had tossed two regular size candy bars in their bucket gushed as she pressed one hand against her chest and with the other, she blindly reached into the large bucket overflowing with regular sized candy bars, grabbed three Reese’s Peanut Butter cup bars and tossed them in their bucket.

“She’s my aunt,” Sebastian said smoothly with a sweet smile that somehow earned him four more candy bars.

She wasn’t sure how he was doing it, but since they’d arrived at this Halloween utopia where no one gave away anything smaller than a regular sized candy bar, packaged gourmet caramel apples, and five-dollar gift cards to McDonalds, people had taken one look at his CaseyCooks.com apron and tripled their treats with a smile only to double that when he laid on the charm. He gushed about her mom, telling them how wonderful she was, how sweet she was, borrowed Uncle Jason’s phone and showed them the pictures of the twins, and they couldn’t throw candy, apples, and gift cards at them fast enough.