by B. B. Reid
“What were you doing in my panty drawer?”
“That’s not the point. Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
“Because I’ve decided not to go.”
“Say what?”
“I decided not to go. Stanford is in California.”
“I’m well aware of where it is. What I don’t get is why you threw away this opportunity?”
“Because our life is here in Six Forks.”
“No, Shelly, our life is where ever we are as long as we are together.” He shook his head, and I felt like a scolded child. “I’m disappointed in you.”
Now I was the one to pout. “What do you want me to say, Keenan? It’s too late.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. Early admission is coming. I’ve already collected everything you need. Tonight, before you even think about having me between your thighs, I want you to start on it and make whatever preparations you need to.”
“Don’t I get a say in this?”
“You already had your say, now it’s my turn.”
“But I like it here.”
In truth, I didn’t know why I was objecting. Medical school was what I wanted ever since Kennedy had her first episode. To some people, it may not have been a reason to decide the path I would take, but I never wanted to feel that helpless again, and not only could I help Kennedy but other sick children. I could make a greater difference than being a fashion model.
“We can return in a few years when you’re done, and Kennedy will have access to a beach anytime she wants.”
Kennedy was insatiable when it came to the beach. Anytime she saw water, she was asking to go to the beach. Bath time was a real treat.
“What are we going to do about the house?”
“It’s paid for and it’s ours. It’s not going anywhere.”
“Are you really willing to do this for me?”
“Ask me that again and I’ll spank your ass.”
“I just—”
“Sheldon.”
“Sheldon? Since when do you call me Sheldon?”
“Since you started asking to be bent over my knee.”
My body answered to his statement long before I could. “Instead of your knee, maybe you could tie me to the bed again.” I lifted my dress over my head, revealing my naked body underneath. “Remember how we conceived Ken?”
“Fuck yeah, I remember.” His voice had turned husky and his eyes darkened with the need to fuck. “Get the belt.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
KEENAN
I watched Shelly do as I ordered with a teasing smile on her lips and thought about how, for the rest of my life, I would get to see that smile every day.
I’d never felt so fucking needed than I did when I was with her and Ken.
All my life I had been searching for feeble attention when all this time I had been granted a love that was just for me.
And though our love may have been broken, it was still ours.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
IT’S NOT OVER…
“So who is the poor soul who suffered this unfortunate fate, and more importantly, who did he piss off?”
“Mitch Masters. Age forty-eight. No wife or kids to speak of. The family is an unclear subject. His brother, John Masters, admitted him to the facility, but was also murdered a few months ago and no leads have been found for that either.”
The detective circled the crime scene carefully, but when his gaze landed on all the blood on the wall, he looked away and studied the body instead. “So his eyes were open?”
“Yeah. The poor bastard saw his death coming.”
The bloody mess on the walls was hard to stomach, but this time, the detective didn’t look away immediately.
Written in crimson red, were the words, ‘For John.’
“I think we just found our lead.”
BUT WHAT ABOUT…
Who was behind Kennedy’s kidnapping?
Who killed Mitch?
Who was Keenan’s father?
Where is Willow?
…and more.
The series continues so stay tuned for an important announcement.
INTERVIEW WITH KEENAN
If you could have a phone conversation with Keenan, what would you say?
Nualla DaSilva: What were you really feeling when Sheldon didn't come see you?
Keenan: The one thing I had left to live for walked away. I felt like death.
Lauren Stryker: You need to make up with your brother!!
Keenan: If it’s meant to be, it will be.
Rachel Campbell: How dare you be pissed at Sheldon not being there for you after you humiliated her over and over by screwing around.
Keenan: I’m a man, baby. What can I say?
Maria Williams: Why do you always cheat on Sheldon? What has she ever done to you??
Keenan: She loved me. Big fucking mistake there.
Tanya Lock: Keep it in your bloody pants. Then you wouldn't keep getting yourself in trouble.
Keenan: If only I knew this sooner! ;-)
Sammi Darby: I would tell him to not lose sight of himself just because he's hurt and angry.
Keenan: Damn, girl. That’s deep.
Feena Don: Put Keiran on please!
Keenan: Sorry, he’s busy sniffing Lake’s ass.
Lisa P. Kane: WTF is your problem? Suck it up and move on.
Keenan: Damn it, Lisa. I’m marrying her, aren’t I?
Heather Marie: Do you really love Sheldon?
Keenan: If I didn’t, then proposing was a big mistake!
Eve Nesselrotte: Find your dad and make him pay!!
Keenan: Looks like someone already did… Did you read the book or were you dozing? LOL
Jenifer Robare: Why didn't you just tell her you had feelings for her, good ones and bad ones—at least as you guys started getting older.
Keenan: You mean, every time I put out, I wasn’t expressing my feelings? Son of a bitch!
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
First to my loving, stubborn FAMILY, who puts up with my absence and never finding the time to come home. Thank you for all the support and encouragement. Although I found out the hard way that none of you could keep a secret, I still appreciate the pride you have for me.
DEVEN: You are both the person holding the gun to my head to get the book done and the one keeping me from getting anything done. Thank you for putting up with side effects of dating an author.
TIERA & KANESHA: Thank you for listening to me talk endlessly about writing and my books and the encouragement.
My COLLEAGUES AT C.R.: Thank you as well for putting up with the days I come in half-motivated and half-asleep. Albert, you’re still the best boss ever.
1ST PLATOON: I am not Fifty Shades.
MASTERS: Without you ladies, who would know about me? Ladies, you’re either up at the crack of dawn pimping or up before me. Thank you for all your laughter, support, and love. I’d be lost without you.
ROGENA & AMI: Thank you so much for the flexibility and putting up with my insecurities. Most importantly, thank you for treating me like a friend and not just a client.
TWISTED SISTERS, CRAZYBOOK_LOVERS, THREE CHICKS, and every blog/book group who ever gave me the time day: A big thank you for all the features, teasers, and promotions. You name it, you did it.
LYDIA, ADRIENNE, TIFFANY, & KATIE: I can always count on you guys for a laugh or helping hand when I need it. Love you guys.
DI: Thank you for being my inspiration for DI. Thank you for giving me the time of day. Thank you for being my confidante in everything dark. Thank you for being a friend.
JOSI, ASHLEIGH, MARY: Ladies, thank you for being a friend in this industry and for all the support. You ladies have shown that authors don’t have to belittle one another if you just believe in your craft.
ALSO BY B.B. Reid
Broken Love Series
Fear Me
Fear You
Fear Us
Breaking Love
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ABOUT B.B. Reid
B.B., also known as Bebe, found her passion for romance when she read her first romance novel by Susan Johnson at a young age. She would sneak into her mother’s closet for books and even sometimes the attic. It soon became a hobby, and later an addiction, influencing her life in a positive way.
Bebe is fresh out of undergrad college and has always wondered about the existence of her talent. When she finally decided to pick up a metaphorical pen and start writing, she found a new way to embrace her passion.
She favors a romance that isn’t always easy on the eyes or heart, and loves to see characters grow—characters who are seemingly doomed from the start but find love anyway.
Fear Me, her debut novel, is the first of many.