Savannah Series Boxed Set: Four Full Novels and One Novella

by Jamie, Danielle

  I definitely want this girl…correction: need this girl. She looks like she could give me the night of my life. I don’t usually give a girl more than one night, but for this girl…damn I would certainly consider going a few rounds with her. Smiling at her, I walked into the office and Eloise extended her hand and greets me. “Nice to meet you Kayden, we’re so appreciative that you were able to come and do this interview face to face.”

  Flashing another smile, and loving the affect it’s having on her, I say, “It was no trouble at all. I’m honored to be named the Most Influential Man of 2012; flying in to do this interview and photo shoot is the least I can do, Mrs. Fisher.”

  “Please call me Eloise, Mrs. Fisher is my mother-in-law.” Turning her attention towards the gorgeous blonde beside her, she smiles back at me, “And this is my assistant editor, Savannah Livingston. I imagine you know her parents; I’ve heard you’re a huge fan.

  Savannah. I really love that name; she is not only gorgeous, but has a hot southern name to boot. Livingston, I knew that name was familiar; I cannot believe she’s the daughter of one of my favorite country duos. I’ve met them before, but never her. What a shame.

  “Hi.” Savannah says her voice sounding shaky. I love that I’m affecting her like this. I usually affect all women like this, but could usually care less. Savannah, on the other hand, makes my dick hard just thinking about fuckin’ her until she’s screaming my name and digging those sweet little fingers into my ass. I need to shift my thoughts before my dick gets any harder. Dead puppies…dead puppies…shit.

  Snapping from my erotic fantasy, I focus my attention back on Eloise, and try to not look like a total idiot or end up creeping Savannah out. I can’t stop staring at her; it’s like my eyes are being constantly drawn to her.

  “Yes, I’m a fan of Maverick and Paisley’s music. I had the honor of meeting them a few years ago at an event in Nashville. You’re very lucky to have such amazing parents.” I say locking eyes again with hers. Her big blue eyes can easily bring me to my knees. I reach out to shake her hand; as her delicate, small hand touches mine, a shock of electricity courses through my entire body. Now it’s my turn to shout ‘Holy Shit!’ What the fuck was that?!

  Shaking my hand with a shy smile, “Thanks, my parents will be thrilled to learn you’re such a huge fan. They love your hotels. They stay at the one in Hawaii every time they vacation there.”

  I’m still in shock over what the hell I am feeling from touching her hand, and don’t want to let go of it. Trying to focus, I pull my hand away. “That’s great to hear, the next time they’ll be staying, let me know and I’ll make sure they receive complimentary spa passes.” I say, taking a seat in the chair across from them. I can’t keep my eyes from drifting to Savannah’s. I can’t stop myself from drinking in the vision before me.

  Eloise starts the interview right off, distracting me momentarily. I’m prepared for the questions so I can sit back and relax, answering them with ease as they come at me. When she brings up my love life and whether I’m single or not; I can’t help but look back over at Savannah. She seems very intrigued by this question, and is hanging on my every word for what my answer will be. I’m staring into her gorgeous pools of baby blues, and she is staring right back at me. Caught ogling, she immediately shoots her eyes towards the window. I can’t help but grin.

  Losing my smile, and becoming serious, I look back at Eloise and I answer flatly, “Single and not looking; I’ve done the whole relationship thing, and it’s not all it’s cracked up to be.” Looking back towards her to see if she’s watching me again, I don’t know why, but I’m happy to find that she is. “I’m enjoying the freedom that comes with casual dating.” Man, I would love to casually date you. Savannah has that sweet innocent, girl next door look, but I have a feeling she would be wild in bed.

  Damn it, I need to snap the fuck out of this. I’ve been around her for thirty minutes, and she’s got me all tied up in knots. I know this more than I know anything: I need to fuck this girl. I need to get her out of my system, because I can already tell she’s going to be stuck in my head the moment I step out of this office.

  Gazing at her left hand, I don’t see a ring, and I wonder if she has a boyfriend. A girl this fuckin’ hot can’t be single. I doubt she’s a lesbian, because she is looking at me like she wants to pounce on me, just as badly as I want to pounce on her.

  We spend the next fifteen minutes going over the remainder of Eloise’s questions. Wrapping up the interview, she discusses the photo shoot with me; informing me that we’ll be doing the shoot at Greystone Park. I instantly take the opportunity to try and get some alone time with Savannah; try to work my magic on her. But she shocked the hell outta me and actually turned down my offer to let her ride with me. No girl has ever passed up a chance to be alone with me. I can tell she’ll be a challenge, and I love a challenge.

  Kayden Learns Savannah Called Off Her Engagement to Logan

  There’s nothing like having business meetings over a round of golf. It helps to make them a little less boring. We’re finally at the 9th hole, and once I sink my ball, this meeting is over. I’ve been swamped with meeting after meeting over the last several weeks; working out the plans for my wind energy project. I’ve welcomed the extra work load; it’s been a great distraction.

  Ever since I flew back from L.A., my brain has been on overload. I can’t get that Savannah Livingston out of my fuckin’ head. I’ve met many women over the last couple of years: Actresses, models, random chicks at my clubs. None have affected me this badly without even taking their freakin’ clothes off.

  The kicker is she has a boyfriend, to top it off; it was all over the news that he proposed to her. I’ve spent the last few days doing everything I can to try and forget about her; nothing is helping. The only thing working is me going into business mogul mode. The problem is that it’s a temporary distraction. Yeah, I’m able to push thoughts of her into the back of my mind for a few hours, but then as soon as I lay down at night, images of Savannah are bouncing around in my mind again.

  I’ve even gone as far as fuckin’ torturing myself Googling pictures of her. They don’t do her justice. Sure, she looks beautiful in every single one, but no picture can capture the beauty that is Savannah Livingston. I swear the moment I set eyes on her, I was fuckin’ done for. I need to go out tonight, find myself a hot brunette, someone way different than Savannah. It’s my last resort to try to forget about her.

  Swinging my putter, I tap the ball, effortlessly sinking it into the hole for a par. After shaking hands with one of my many investors, he happily agrees to join my wind energy project. Saying our goodbyes, I walk him to his car, before heading inside. I need to head downstairs to my gym and try to work all this pent up frustration out of me.

  As soon as I step into my foyer, my phone starts buzzing. Pulling it out, I look at it and see it’s a Breaking News text from TMZ. Heading up the stairs to get changed into my workout attire, I open the text, and stop dead in my tracks when I see Savannah’s gorgeous face staring back at me. I’m shocked further when I read what it says under her picture.

  Breaking News! Savannah Livingston makes her first official press release confirming her engagement with Logan Sanders has been called off!

  What the fuck? She called off her engagement? Running up the rest of the stairs two at a time, I toss my phone onto the bed and quickly undress, tossing my khaki shorts and polo shirt into my clothes hamper. Walking to my closet, I grab a sleeveless t-shirt and basketball shorts, tossing everything on quickly. Slipping my sneakers on, I head back out to my bedroom to retrieve my phone. I need to find out why Savannah broke off her engagement. Is it truly off? But are they still together? Or has the unimaginable occurred, and Savannah…the woman I’ve wanted in my bed since the moment I laid eyes on her, is finally single?

  Jogging down the stairs into the kitchen, I retrieve a bottle of water from the fridge and head down to my gym. Sitting down on the weight bench, I scroll th
rough TMZ’s website. They have a huge article they just posted, saying an anonymous source has confirmed that Logan was caught with another woman, the same night he proposed to Savannah.

  That dipshit actually cheated on her? And on the night he asked her to marry him no less. That’s fucked up! Who in their right mind would want anyone but her? Savannah is fuckin’ gorgeous, witty, has a rockin’ body; she’s the total package.

  In a spur of the moment decision, I decide to do something. Anything to show her I’m thinking about her. If she felt what I did that day back in L.A., she has to have been thinking about me too; boyfriend or not. After a quick Google search, I find a florist in Los Angeles. I told them I wanted the most beautiful and colorful bouquet delivered to Savannah’s Hollywood Hill’s home.

  I toss my phone onto the bench; I’m a ball of nerves now. I don’t know how she’ll take getting flowers from me. I’ll feel like a total ass if she thinks it’s weird that I sent them since we don’t really know each other. Only thing making me feel better is the florist said they were familiar with her address, because she’s had a dozen or so flowers delivered the last twenty-four hours. I am shocked by the fact that just the thought of other guys sending her flowers really pisses me the fuck off.

  I’ve been very content with my life these last eight years; being single and free from the drama and heartache relationships can bring. Loving someone allows you to become vulnerable, as I had learned the hard way. Opening yourself up completely to someone, giving them all of your heart, then to just have it stomped on in the end. It’s beyond painful. I never want to feel that again, but Savannah has stirred up something inside of me that I haven’t felt in a very long time. To be honest, it scares the hell outta me.

  Stepping onto the treadmill, I crank it up and break into a full run. Maybe running until my lungs want to collapse will help me get my head on straight. I need to do something to remove this energy coursing through my veins right now.

  After my workout, I took a shower and ordered dinner from Braxton’s Steak House. I don’t feel like going anywhere right now. My plans to go find a girl to have a quick fuck with tonight is definitely off the table now that I know Savannah’s single.

  I know firsthand the hurt she’s going through from discovering the person she loved cheated on her, so I will give her time and space to get over that douchebag. However, once she comes to Houston in November, I won’t be holding back. Call me cocky, call me arrogant, call me whatever the hell you want, but I know that once I’m in the same room as her again, she’ll be putty in my fuckin’ hands. Then it will only be a matter of time until I finally get to feel what it’s like to be buried to the hilt inside of her. Letting out that kinky sex kitten side, I know she has hidden away deep inside of her.

  I hear the delivery person at the door. After paying them; I make my way to the patio. It’s a warm September day in Sugar Land, so I decide to eat my dinner by the pool. Before I can even finish chewing the first bite of my steak, a notification pops up on my phone that I have a new interaction on twitter. I almost ignored it, and eat first, but I decided to humor myself and see what my latest fan or one of my friends has tweeted me. I practically choke on my damn steak when I see @SavannahLivingston.

  She thanked me for the flowers, and I can’t help but smile as I read her tweet. We tweet each other back and forth a few times. The entire time I have this stupid grin plastered across my face, and my heart is about to pound out of my chest. This girl has me in fuckin’ knots even when she’s thousands of miles away.

  The gossip blogs will have a field day with the news that I sent her flowers. My mood is instantly much better; I love that everyone will know I sent her flowers. The fact that she searched me out to write a thank you; that made my day. I instantly follow her, and see she follows me back. Yup, its official, I have it bad for this blonde beauty. Lord, help me, but I do. If I get lucky enough to have her, I know one time will never be enough. That scares the shit out of me, but it’s a risk I think I just may be okay taking.

  Kayden’s point of view for Vertigo

  It’s a typical Friday night. I’m sitting here in the VIP area of my night club, with the same type of girls all over me, the usual overly bubbly chick, whose dress doesn’t leave much to the imagination. All my friends are taking shots from between these girls’ double D breasts, enjoying the music and having a great time.

  Everyone, except me.

  Ever since I met Savannah Livingston back in L.A. for my Envy interview and shoot; I’ve not been the same. I’m nervous about seeing her tomorrow night at the Envy party. We’ve spent the last few weeks texting back and forth about her trip to Houston. It’s been hard keeping our conversations platonic, more than once I wanted to ask her if she was seeing anyone.

  My dreams are filled with her gorgeous face. I try to go out on the weekends and have a good time, but I haven’t met a single girl who even comes close to affecting me the way she did. I can’t wrap my head around it. I haven’t even fucked her yet, and she has me all tied up in knots. I shook her fuckin’ hand for Christ’s sake; that’s it! Just staring into those baby blues of hers, and I was under her spell.

  I can only hope I can somehow get her into my bed tomorrow night; fuck her until my cock wants to fall off. Maybe then I can get her out of my head. Maybe then I can go back to my normal life again. Life’s easier that way, not allowing myself to get all caught up in relationship drama.

  Piper, if that’s even her real name; most likely it’s her stripper name, is on my lap talking to me like I’m a freakin’ baby. I don’t get why girls think it’s hot to talk to a guy like we’re two years old. High pitched squeaky voices are not sexy.

  Running her hands through my hair, she licks her bottom lip as her other hand travels along the inside of my leg. Cupping my dick through my jeans, she leans down and kisses me. Sliding my hand along her neck, I kiss her back, but like every girl I’ve kissed over the last few years, I feel nothing. Yeah, I can get a hard-on and fuck her brains out if I wanted to. But I don’t feel anything for any of them.

  The music is blasting throughout the club, and everyone’s dancing, or more like dry humping, on the dance floor. I can hear shouts from the bar as the DJ starts playing Big & Rich’s Save a Horse Ride a Cowboy. As soon as I hear a woman shout, “Come on Savannah, get your little ass up here and dance with us!” I push Piper off of me and spring to my feet to peer over the balcony down to the bar.

  The air is knocked out of my lungs when I spot her: Savannah, in a pair of black heels making her legs look beyond fuckin’ sexy. I would give anything to have them wrapped around me, with her wearing nothing but those strappy stilettos. She has on a tight strapless black dress that accentuates her curves perfectly. Seeing her in it instantly makes my dick jump.

  The strobe lights are flashing throughout the club making a rainbow of pinks, blues, greens, and reds illuminate her skin. She’s standing on the bar dancing along with a few other girls, but all I see is her. Every time she shimmies and dips down on the bar. I swear I think my cock is going to explode.

  She seems happy, laughing with her friends and having a good time. I don’t see any other guys around her besides the photographer friend, Reagan. Looks like I get to make my move on Savannah a night earlier than expected.

  Snapping me back to reality and out of my erotic daydream is Piper, the persistent pain in my ass. She’s wrapping her arms around my waist and trying to undo my zipper. I need to ditch her quickly, or I am never going to be able to get anywhere with Savannah. I will not allow some other guy the opportunity to leave with her tonight.

  I’ve waited too many weeks for this opportunity. Turning around and gripping Piper’s shoulders I stare down at her. “Piper, I’m sorry but this isn’t going anywhere. Any drinks you want put on my tab. But you and I are not happening.”

  It wasn’t easy, but after a few minutes, I finally got away from her. She staggered off to the VIP area to hang out with the rest of her friends and mine
, quickly taking advantage of my offer and ordering herself a Martini.

  I spot Savannah and her friends heading up the stairs as I maneuver through the VIP area. I gave the staff at Envy a free VIP table if they decided to come out tonight. Usually they’re reserved for my regulars, who don’t blink an eye at my ten thousand dollar fee. Seeing Savannah here, I now know that was the best thing I ever did. I’m so happy I decided to throw this party this weekend. It gave me the opportunity to get her to Houston. Now I just gotta work my charm, and hopefully before the nights over, I’ll have my dick buried deep inside of her. I can’t wait to hear Savannah’s sweet voice screaming my name until her voice grows hoarse.

  Taking in a deep breath, I work up the courage to walk over to her table. I feel like a teenage boy in High School trying to work up the nerve to approach his crush. What the fuck is wrong with me? Shaking off my nerves, I walk towards her. Thankfully, she’s sitting on the end of the wrap around couch. There’s a spot just big enough for me to sit down beside her.

  As I’m making my way over, I hear Savannah laughing and tossing back a shot. Her laugh is one of the most amazing sounds I’ve ever heard. I’m here, no backing out now. I push my fears into the back of mind and sit down beside her. I see her chest rising and falling; God her breast looking absolutely delicious peeking out of the top of her dress. Her breathing hitches as she turns her head and our eyes meet. I instantly feel as if lightening just cracked between us, knocking me on my ass. Seeing her dressed like this, smelling like the sweetest tropical flowers mixed with coconut, it’s intoxicating. She looks sexy compared to when I first met her. She had dressed conservatively for our interview, but had still looked breathtaking.

  “Mind if I join ya’ll?” I ask not taking my eyes off of her. I love how her body is reacting to me.