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by Jamie, Danielle


  Eloise: I agree. His actions do make him come off as a person who’s thriving on the attention he’s getting. I was so impressed with your maturity throughout this whole ordeal. You could have fought fire with fire and gone to all the media outlets he went to. You could have also sold your story to them, but you didn’t, you kept your head up, and you were the bigger person. America and the world have taken notice, and all agree with me: Logan Sanders is the biggest fool to have done what he did to you.

  Savannah: Thank you, Eloise. It really means a lot to me that you think that. To answer the second part of your question: Yes, I did have the idea cross my mind that maybe Logan had exposed himself to something, with all the women he had slept with. Even though we never once had unprotected sex, I went to my doctor and had tests run to make sure I was healthy. I was happy to learn I got a clean bill of health.

  Eloise: Well thank you again, Savannah, for doing this interview. I wish you the best of luck with Kayden.

  Savannah: Thank you for allowing me to do this interview. There isn’t another magazine I think would be better than Envy to cover my one and only interview.

  Acknowledgement

  First and foremost I must acknowledge and thank each and every person who took a chance on a new author and read Irresistible Desire. A special thank you to the fanpages and blogs who pimped my book out and helped spread the word on my novel. Without you guys I would not be where I am today.

  A huge thank you to Natasha at Scandalous Book Blog & Miranda from Mommy’s a Book Whore fanpage for helping me with this book. You truly helped me make it AMAZING!! I also need to give a big THANK YOU to Kayla the Bibliophile on Facebook. She worked tediously making sure that this book was perfect!! Without her I would not have been able to represent the town of Galveston so well. She informed me on all the hot spots in Galveston, helping me make this story as real as possible.

  A BIG thank you to Amanda Kinnon Morgon for going over this book with a fine tooth comb to make it perfect! I appreciate all of your hard work! You helped make this book absolutely perfect I can’t thank you enough.

  I want to give a special thank you to my beta readers who helped with feedback to make this book what it is! Victoria Murphy, Kellie Montgomery & Sarah Jayne from Eye Candy Bookstore on Facebook, Dionne Renfroe, Charlie Chishom from Fifty Shades Worldwide on Facebook, Stephanie Smith, and Lisa Bayley. You all helped me so much with all your opinions! I appreciate the feedback and you all made my face hurt from all the smiling I did after reading your emails when you finished reading Inescapable Desire!

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  Indestructible Desire

  Copyright

  Indestructible Desire

  Indestructible Desire is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

  2014 Lavish Publishing, LLC eBook edition

  Copyright © 2013 Danielle Jamie Wright

  All Rights Reserved

  Published in the United States by Lavish Publishing, LLC

  Houston, TX

  Cover Design by: Nicolene Lorette Design

  Edited by:

  Kayla Robichaux AKA Kayla the Bibliophile

  &

  Jamie Sykora Oskvarek

  ISBN-13: 9781490461267

  ISBN-10: 1490461264

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  Edition, License Note

  This e-book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This e-book may not be sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you are reading this book and you did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return it and purchase your own copy. Thank you for supporting and respecting the hard work of this author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

  SEQUEL WARNING: STOP BEFORE CONTINUING READING! This is Book 3 to my Savannah Series. If you’ve not read Irresistible Desire and Inescapable Desire…STOP and read before continuing with Indestructible Desire.

  Note:

  The characters, places, situations and events of this story are developed materializations of my imagination and therefore belong entirely to me. Distribution of this story is only permitted with my written consent, and any use of the aforementioned factors must be approved of also. Please do not steal; I shouldn’t be punished for your lack of originality and dedication.

  Disclaimer:

  I do not own any of the name brands i.e. Nike, Gucci, etc. or Music, Lyrics, etc. that might appear in the story.

  Dream as if you’ll live forever

  Live as if you’ll die tomorrow

  James Dean

  Prologue

  Kayden

  Pulling into the ER parking lot, I quickly park my truck and sprint through the doors of the hospital. I think I broke every speed limit and law getting here, but I don’t give a flyin’ fuck. I need to know how Savannah is. Not going in the ambulance with her almost killed me. I probably look like a mess right now; I’ve run my hands through my hair so many times during my drive here. My entire body is numb; I feel like I’m on autopilot. I won’t feel like me again until I know Savannah is safe, and Zak is caught.

  Raking my fingers through my hair for what has to be the hundredth time in the last hour, I approach the woman sitting behind the counter. “I need Savannah Livingston’s room number!” I say breathlessly. My heart is beating harshly against my chest. My lungs are burning from running through the parking lot like a bat outta hell.

  Slamming my hands onto the counter, I grip the edges; trying everything I can to hold myself together. I have to stay strong for Savannah. The thought of Zak still being out there scares the living shit out of me. I won’t be able to rest until I know he’s been caught. I can relax a little now that the cops are doing everything they can to catch him. All I care about right now is getting to Savannah, and making sure she’s okay. I almost died right there in her car when I couldn’t find a pulse. It shredded me seeing her bloody and lifeless.

  Looking up at me from her computer she asks, “Are you family? We can only give personal information to family members.” She says arrogantly. I’m two seconds away from jumping over the fuckin’ counter and pounding on the damn computer keys myself to finding out where the hell she is.

  Taking a deep breath, I count to three, 1...2...3, trying to keep myself as calm as I can possibly be, considering everything that’s happening. “Listen, woman. I don’t give a rat’s ass about the policy right now. The love of my life is back there in God knows what kind of condition. Her parents aren’t here, and I’m all she’s got. They’ll tell you when they get here, but right now I need to see her.”

  Standing from her chair, she glances at me, momentarily batting her long fake eyelashes. Giving me a sympathetic smile, she walks through the double doors leading to the ER rooms. I rest my elbows on the counter and bury my face in my hands. I feel like I’m trapped in a bad nightmare. I want to scream at myself to wake up so I can see that none of this is really happening. I’ll roll over and find Savannah sleeping peacefully in our bed beside me.

  A few moments later she comes back through the hospital doors w
ith a police officer right beside her. I recognize him as one of the men that was with the Detectives at the accident.

  He walks up to me and extends his hand out, “Good evening, Mr. Knox. Miss Olsen came and let me know what was goin’ on. I’m Officer Mason. I informed her that what you told her is, in fact, true. So I’ll escort you to Savannah Livingston’s room right now. She isn’t in there because she’s being prepped for surgery. I will let you talk to the charge nurse and get all the details on her condition.”

  Releasing his hand, I slide mine into my jeans pockets. “Thank you, I appreciate the help.” My entire body is shaking from the adrenalin coursing through it. My stomach feels as if I’ve been stuck out on choppy water in the middle of the ocean for days. My nerves are shot. Not being right there beside Savannah right now is killing me.

  “Her parents are still on their way here. I’m all she has right now.” With long quick strides, we walk thru the double doors and down a long corridor. I hate not knowing how she is if she’s okay, or the extent of her injuries. The not knowing is what is hurting me the most. I love her way too much to lose her. We’ve only just begun our journey together. Please God let her be okay.

  After what feels like forever, we finally stop in front of room 112. “You can sit in here. I’ll let the charge nurse know you have permission to be back here. She’ll likely be able to answer most of your questions. We have another officer including myself, guarding her room. Officer Gordon is in the O.R. with her right now.”

  Sitting down in one of the chairs by the hospital bed, I take in everything he’s saying, but my head seems like it’s in a fog. “Thanks. I hope they catch Zak sooner rather than later so I can focus on carin’ for Savannah, instead of stressin’ over if he’s gonna show up and try to hurt her again.”

  “I imagine we’ll catch him very soon. He’s suffered injuries from the crash, and he’s on foot. There are police officers and detectives searching everywhere with the entire area is closed off with road blocks.” After Officer Mason left to find the ER nurse, I decided to flick through a magazine and try to distract myself. Two magazines later a nurse finally walked into Savannah’s hospital room. “Hi, Mr. Knox, I’m Kathy, the evening nurse here in the E.R., the doctor is in surgery right now with Savannah. He’ll be down to talk about everythin’ once she’s out of surgery.”

  Setting the magazine down, I stand up and wipe my damp palms on my jeans. My nerves are getting the best of me; the worst case scenarios have been running through my head the last fifteen minutes. “The EMT’s at the crash site mentioned potential swelling of the brain?”

  “Yes. She wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, so when the car flipped she received a lot of injuries, one of them being the swelling. She’s in surgery now so they can relieve the pressure on her brain. They also believe she has some bruised or fractured ribs, and a sprained or broken wrist. We won’t know for sure until after she comes out of surgery, and the doctors can do some X-rays.”

  “Was she still unconscious when she went into surgery? When the EMT’s were checking her over, she wasn’t responsive before they put her in the ambulance.”

  Looking down at the clipboard she had removed from Savannah’s door, she lets out a sigh, making the knot in the pit of my stomach tighten. “It says here she was unconscious and nonresponsive when she arrived in the E.R., and still was when they rushed her into surgery. Her brain is just trying to heal. To do so it sometimes has to shut itself off in order to repair itself. She will more than likely wake up within the next few hours to maybe a few days. It’s hard to tell with brain injuries.”

  I’m thankful I finally know what’s going on, but now I wonder if I was better off being in the dark? I’m dizzy from everything buzzing around in my head. What will I do if she doesn’t wake up? If she does, what if she wakes up not the same Savannah she was before her accident? Zak better pray the cops catch him and not me. If I do, he won’t be going to jail. He’ll be six feet under right beside Jacob. Damn those bastards!

  ~~~

  Savannah’s surgery lasted for several hours, and then after her surgery they had to do CAT scans, MRIs, and X-rays. It’s now two in the morning, and I’m on my fifth cup of vending machine coffee, if you can even call it that. Good news is she only has a few bruised ribs, and a sprained wrist. Only thing they are concerned about is the swelling, but she’s been out of surgery for over an hour and already showing improvements. Her vitals are getting stronger, but she’s still not awake. They’re telling me to just keep talking to her. They said they’ve talked to enough patients to know that most of the time they can hear us.

  So now I’m layin’ beside her in the hospital bed. The nurse tried to tell me I couldn’t and there’s a bed that pops out of the chair, but she quickly figured out that was an argument she wasn’t gonna win. Lying in the bed all hooked up to I.V.’s and breathing tubes in her nose, she looks so tiny and fragile. Far from the wild and free spirited Savannah I know. Her head is covered in a bandage because of the small incision they had to do to relieve the pressure on her brain. It pains me to see her like this and the guilt is eating away at me. I should have been more cautious. I knew a target would be put on her the moment we went public with our relationship. I realize now I was too caught up in our swift love affair that half the time I didn’t even think straight.

  Taking her uninjured right hand into mine, I hold it up to my mouth, fluttering gentle kisses on it. Her hand feels lifeless in mine. I would give anything to feel her sweet little hand squeeze mine. Leaning down, I kiss her pink plump lips, lingering against them momentarily. It kills me to not feel her mouth press back against mine. The tears I’ve been holding in since the moment I began the drive to the E.R. are slowly beginning to escape my eyes. One by one they fall, dripping onto Savannah’s cheeks and slowly trickling down her face, making it look like she, too, is crying right along with me.

  “I love you, baby. Please wake up. I need to see those gorgeous baby blues twinkling back up at me.” I whisper, trying to will her back to me. Gently, trying not to hurt my precious angel, I stroke her long golden curls. She always says she loves it when I play with her hair. It’s another of the many things we have in common. I swear Savannah’s fingers are magical. When I’m having a bad day or just stressed out over work, we lay down together on the couch with me laying between her legs while she gently runs her fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp, and at the same time easing all my stress away.

  I would give anything to trade places with her right now. She’s been through so much these last few months. She’s been so amazing and strong, not letting any of it get her down. My sweet Savannah always finds a reason to smile, even when she has every reason to cry. It’s one of the many things about her that I love. She’s a ray of light that has found a way inside my dark and lonely heart.

  Chapter One

  Savannah, Two days later

  My entire body aches. Every time I breathe it feels as if someone is smashing me in the ribs with a baseball bat. I want to cry out for help but can’t get my mouth to form any words. Opening my eyes, I try to look around at my surroundings. I don’t know where I am; my brain feels like it’s been put through a blender. I try to remember what I was doing before I fell asleep, but everything is fuzzy. I see flashes, bits and pieces of things I think I remember. Or maybe they are memories from dreams I’ve been having?

  The annoying beeping sound coming from beside me is so loud. Every time it beeps, it feels as if my skull is splitting open. I’ve never in my entire life experienced a headache as bad as the one I am feeling right now. It’s dark, so it has to be night time. As my eyes begin to focus, I take in the sight of a television mounted on the wall. The room has white walls with a few oil like paintings of the ocean. Gazing down at myself, I notice I’m lying in a hospital bed covered with a light blue blanket.

  I immediately notice my hands. There’s a heart monitor attached to my pointer finger of my right hand, and my left has a wrist brace on it. Why a
m I in the hospital? Why do I feel like I’ve been run over by a Mac truck? Licking my lips, I try desperately to moisten my mouth. It feels like the Sahara Desert in my freakin’ mouth right now. I try my best to turn my head without making it pound more than it already is. Instantly, I spot my mother asleep in a blue chair beside my bed.

  “Mom…” It comes out so low; even I can barely hear myself. I suddenly have the urge to cough. After doing so, I wish I hadn’t. Each cough causes my head and ribs to hurt so bad, tears begin to prick the corners of my eyes.

  “Oh, my God! Savannah!” My mother yells, jumping from her chair. Hearing my coughing fit woke her, thank God. Maybe now I can get something to drink. “Honey, you’re awake! How are you feeling?”

  “Thirsty…sore…” Is all I can manage to get out. She immediately goes to the tray beside my bed, pours me a glass of water and gently rests the straw against my lips.

  “Sip it nice and slow, sweetie.” She says as she rubs my arms affectionately. I am so happy I’m not alone. Being in here is freaking me out, but seeing my mother is helping me relax a little. I manage to take a few sips before my stomach starts to feel queasy. Licking my lips again, I swallow a few more times, and my mouth is starting to feel normal again. Before I can ask my mother what happened, she’s turning and running out the door. I lay here staring at GAC on the television, trying so hard to make my brain work. I remember kissing Kayden goodbye because he had to go into work, then Jacob and Zak coming over for their farewell dinner.

 

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