Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Part I
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Part II
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Part III
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Part I
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Part II
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Part III
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Part IV
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Chapter Forty
Chapter Forty-One
Part I
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
Part II
Prologue
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Epilogue
Part III
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Epilogue
Boxer Next Door
Older Woman Younger Man Romance
Summer Cooper
Copyright © Lovy Books Ltd, 2017
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This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Contents
Personal Note
1. Lydia
2. Lydia
3. Kenji
4. Lydia
5. Lydia
6. Kenji
7. Lydia
8. Kenji
9. Kenji
10. Lydia
11. Kenji
12. Kenji
13. Lydia
14. Lydia
15. Kenji
16. Lydia
17. Kenji
18. Lydia
19. Kenji
20. Lydia
21. Kenji
22. Kenji
Author’s Note
F Buddy
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Menage Romance Collection
I. Double Billionaire
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
II. 2 Choices
About the Book
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
III. Double Rebound
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
More Romance Stories
I. Just You
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
II. Sweet Love
About the Book
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
III. Bad Star
About the Book
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
IV. Beautiful Stranger
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Exclusive Novels
I. New Neighbors
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Epilogue
Dele
ted Scene
II. Brit Next Door
Prologue
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Epilogue
III. Don’t Tell Daddy
About the Book
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Epilogue
Also by Summer Cooper
Summer Cooper
Personal Note
To my lovely readers,
Thank you for choosing to read my book. I really hope that I can bring you some joy with my words.
To extend your reading pleasure, I’ve included a few bonus short stories right after the main story.
Please refer to the Table Of Contents to see what to read next!
Summer Cooper
Discover the wild girl in you.
1
Lydia
“It’s a gloomy day outside, Charlotte, North Carolina, and snow may just be on the way. Bundle up if you’re going out tonight! Here’s a new track from...”
I turned the radio off, frustrated at just how cheerful the DJ sounded about the weather. It was the beginning of November, and the weather outside certainly showed it. While it wasn’t raining, there were dark clouds in the sky that had been hanging around all day, and now as it drew closer to evening, the air felt much chillier. He might be right, snow might just be on the way.
The weather was bad enough, but after a hectic day of court, I was at the end of my rope. Being a lawyer had been my dream, and while it had been hard when I started out, I doubt I’d ever been as tired as I felt then. It was probably just my years catching up with me, but to say I was glad the day was over and I was glad to be home was an enormous understatement.
I practically stumbled through the door, tossing off my high heels and dropping my purse and some files on the table in the foyer.
“Bryson!” I called out for my eight-year-old son. “Mommy’s home!”
There was silence as I slowly flexed my toes. Then, there was the sound of little feet rushing on the hardwood floor above me. I smiled as I kept my eyes on the stairs. Bryson came around the curve and paused when he caught sight of me. He grinned at me, and it was enough to give me a little more energy.
“Mom!” he exclaimed, practically flying down the stairs and attacking me in a hug.
I let out a squeal as he slammed into me. My balance was a little off, and we almost went tumbling onto the floor. I let out a delighted laugh. I squirmed out of his hold so I could squat down and pull him into a proper hug.
“And how has my little man been?” I asked as I pulled back, ruffling his dark hair. “You didn’t give your babysitter any trouble, I hope?” I asked in my best mommy voice.
Bryson scoffed at me, pouting. “Of course not! I stayed in my room almost all day playing video games and reading comics. Julie is in the kitchen, she was going to make me a snack.”
I pecked a kiss on his cheek. He gave me an expression of disgust as he wiped his cheek and I laughed some more.
“Why don’t we go see Julie for this snack then, hmm?”
I got up to my feet, wincing a little as I walked. I’d been on my feet for most of the day, and my feet were sore from the high heels.
Just a little further, I soothed. A little more, and then I can rest my feet.
Julie was in the kitchen, putting together some sandwiches when we walked in. I let Bryson rush over, following behind him.
“Hi there, Julie,” I greeted, giving her a small smile and a wave. “I hope he wasn’t too much trouble today.”
Bryson stuck his tongue out at me. Julie just laughed.
“It’s all right, Lydia. He was a perfect little angel.”
I pursed my lips, doubting the statement. I knew how hyper my son could be.
“I’m glad that you came. I kinda need to go home; I’ve got a lot of assignments that I need to get back to.” She gave me an apologetic look.
I shook my head. “No, I completely understand. Bryson, take a sandwich and sit down, okay? I’ll walk Julie to the door.”
I watched as Julie brought a sandwich and a glass of juice over to the table, and Bryson hurried over to get into his seat. She ruffled his hair, then we both left him to eat.
Julie was the daughter of my neighbor and a teenager in her junior year of high school. Her school wasn’t that far from Bryson’s. It had been hard before she came into our lives, hurrying to get away from work so I could pick him up in the afternoons, only to leave him at home or take him to work with me or leave him to his own devices as I locked myself up in my home office. I’d talked to my neighbor at a local party some months back, and she’d told me her daughter was looking for a part-time job.
After we’d talked, since their schools were so close, she’d agreed to pick him up after school on the days I couldn’t make it and take him home to wait for me to get there. There were nights when I was away longer, so I paid her per hour with a little extra on top for picking Bryson up. I didn’t feel he was old enough to be left alone, and I didn’t have anyone else I trusted my son with, so I was very grateful for her help.
We stopped at the foyer, and I went to the table where I’d left my purse and my papers. I reached into my purse and pulled out some bills.
“Thanks for looking after him, Julie,” I said with a grateful smile, handing the bills over to her.
“Anytime, Lydia,” she said happily, tucking them away. “I’ll see you on Monday.”
She waved on her way out, and I made my way back to the kitchen where Bryson was still eating. I selected a sandwich for myself and a glass of milk, then sat across from my son at the dining table. He had his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk as he chewed his food, and I couldn’t help smiling.
“Try not to choke yourself,” I warned him, taking a small bite of my sandwich. “And don’t eat too much or you’ll ruin your appetite for dinner.”
Bryson frowned at me, then chewed furiously and swallowed down his food, taking a quick drink of his juice.
“This is enough for dinner,” he said stubbornly.
I frowned. “You need to eat more than a sandwich and some juice, honey.”
He shook his head. “No, Mom. Remember your promise. I want snacks.”
I sighed but didn’t want to argue with him, and I let it drop. I’d already made the promise to him that since he didn’t have school tomorrow, we would binge watch a few movies later. I didn’t want him to stay up for too long, but he already had a few movies lined up, and we’d probably just keep watching until he fell asleep. Not that I minded. I worried that we didn’t get enough time for just the two of us anymore. And it would be a good way to forget the day I’d had.
Bryson finished eating quickly, took his things to the sink, then hurried to the living room to get his movies ready.
I took my time. After I finished eating, I put on some popcorn in the microwave, then I went to my room to get changed from my work outfit, pulling on a more comfortable fleece tracksuit. I made my way back to the kitchen to get the popcorn. I ripped it open and poured it into a bowl. I mourned a little at the lack of butter, but found a bag of chips in one of the cupboards in case Bryson needed something more.
With everything prepared—at least for the moment, knowing I’d have to get us more snacks as the night wore on—I went to the living room.
By the time I got there, Bryson was bouncing on the couch with the remote in hand, waiting im
patiently for me.
“Mom,” he whined. “Hurry up!”
I chuckled and moved to sit down next to him. I curled into the corner of the couch, pulling a knit blanket onto my lap and covered my legs with it. Bryson got under the blanket too, then fiddled with the remote.
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