by Lisa Evans
forever HERS
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L I S A E V A N S
A Mini Romance Story
© Lisa Evans 2020
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever, without the written consent of the author.
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters and events are products of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental. All characters depicted are mature and consenting adults.
This book contains explicit material and is intended for an adult audience only.
THE forever SERIES
by
LISA EVANS
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Content
About The Author
About The Forever Series
Excerpt from ”Forever Hers”
About Forever Hers
Prologue
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Epilogue
Epilogue
Excerpt from ”Forever Yours”
Other titles by Lisa Evans
About The Author
Lisa Evans specializes in short romance stories, stories she likes to call Mini Romance. Always having been a big fan of the romance genre, she decided to give it a go herself, wrote a story and let her husband read it. He loved it, and encouraged her to keep going. Leaving her former career behind her, Lisa Evans now splits her time between writing and taking care of their children. An avid romance reader herself, she hopes her readers will enjoy her stories – they’re mini romances with lots of love.
About The Forever Series
The Forever Series by author Lisa Evans consists of fast-paced, insta-love, and SAFE HEA romance stories. All stories in the series are stand alone and follow the cute love stories of two people falling in love. And what’s better than that? The Forever Series is perfect for the fast reader who loves sweet and steamy quick romances.
Want to escape from the boredom of real life for a moment? Then The Forever Series is a perfect way to get a moment’s worth of respite before you get back to your daily duties. It’s hot and fast, and made for a mature audience only.
Excerpt from ”Forever Hers”
Kennedy
“In a hurry to get somewhere?” the Sheriff asks, and pulls down his glasses somewhat as if to get a closer look at me. When he does, I see a pair of beautiful green marbles eyeing me. Like emerald, glowing in the sunlight.
Unsure of what to tell him, I contemplate lying. It can’t hurt, considering I’m the mayor’s daughter, right?
“Look,” Mr. Sheriff says, and grabs his shades with his hand. Now I’m able to see all of his face, and it turns out that those emeralds come with perfectly sculpted facial features. Damn. That’s just my luck. Not only is he working for the law and has caught me speeding, he’s hot as well. Who the hell is this guy anyways?
Dillon
Smiling at her, I contemplate whether to let her off easy, or if I ought to just teach her a lesson and arrest her.
She is beautiful. And she did break the law.
“So, what’ll it be, Sheriff?” she asks, smiling the sexiest smile I have ever seen. Placing her hands on her hips, she looks like she’s attempting to challenge me into a duel.
About Forever Hers
Kennedy ran away from home when she was just seventeen, and is now returning back home with full force. Never having taken responsibility for her actions, she’s not about to start listening to the dirty old cop pulling her over the moment she enters Sweetwater. So what if he’s hot and sexy as fuck, she doesn’t care, right?
Dillon has just been dubbed the new Sheriff in town, and he’s mighty proud of it. So when he catches Kennedy speeding, he doesn’t waste a minute to slam her with a ticket. Little does he know, Kennedy is the mayor’s daughter, and she is quite the handful…
Forever Hers is a fast-paced, insta-love, SAFE and HEA love story, perfect for the quick reader who doesn’t want a story to drag on forever. If you love romance for a mature audience and want to escape from the real world for a moment, go ahead and start reading this story now. You know it’s about to get steamy!
Prologue
Prologue
KENNEDY
THE ARID DESERT road is long and paved with shrubs and cacti. Above me, the sun is oppressively blaring its rays down on the car, and the only way to get some relief is by driving with the windows rolled down. My car is a black Cadillac Eldorado 1976, and she’s a beauty. I had to bust my ass to save up money to buy her from one of my former bosses, but man was it worth it. She’s the finest car I’ve ever driven, and I love her to death.
My long black curls swivel around in the breeze coming in the window next to me. With my right hand on the wheel, I stick my other hand out the window and touch the air. It’s scorching hot and I love it. I love the South and I love summer. I never should have left in the first place, what was I thinking?
I was seventeen, I was pissed off at my mom, and I wasn’t thinking. That’s what happened. That’s the reason I left Sweetwater behind. Ran away all the way to my dad up in New York City, but that turned out to be a bust. Should have known he was a loser. Mom told me so when I was thirteen.
Blaring past the sign that tells me what speed I’m supposed to be doing, I’m driving so fast I can’t even tell what the speed limit on this road is. Not that I care. I’m the only one here on the road, and I’m anxious to make it back home. Mom’s apparently made quite the name for herself home in Sweetwater, I got a call from her the other week stating she’d been elected the town’s mayor. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, but I had to take her word for it. She’s shaped up quite a bit since I left it seems, having made tons of money off her beauty salon, she decided she wanted to get into politics as well to change a thing or two about that stuck up old town. Asking me if I wouldn’t come over and visit, I told her I’d be there as soon as I could. Not having any certain plans for the future at all, I gave my bosses at the three different places I used to work to make ends meet my notice, packed my things up into a cardboard box and a suitcase, and left NYC behind.
Hoping that it’ll be worth my while, I wonder if mom will let me stay at her house for some time while I get my stuff together. I need to find a place to live and a way to make a living, and the only skills I have right now is waiting tables and bartending. And somehow, I just don’t think that Sweetwater has enough bars and restaurants to keep my bank account filled. I have an expensive taste and am not about to stop buying designer clothes any time soon.
Pushing down my black Louis Vuitton heels on the gas pedal, I turn up the radio. My favorite Janis Joplin song is on, and if there’s one thing I love to do when I’m driving, it’s to sing along to some good music. Screeching along with Janis at the top of my lungs, I notice a sign in the distance. Sweetwater must be coming up sooner than I thought.
Damn. I wonder what that place looks like now and whatever happened to everyone? I haven’t talked to my best friend Lucy since I up and left that night years ago now, and I feel really bad about it. I know I should have called her or something, but I just didn’t. I guess part of me was embarrassed about leaving without telling her – although I did leave her a goodbye letter on my bed, just like I did for mom – and since things didn’t really turn out the way I had expected with my father, I didn’t exactly fee
l like letting everybody know my plans had turned to dust. And the more time that passed, the more difficult it became to pick up the phone. I just hope she isn’t mad at me, and that she can find it in her heart to forgive me for ditching her.
On my right, I’m approaching one of the ranches on the outskirts of Sweetwater. I remember passing by it when I left, and the place looks about the same now as it did then. There are fewer horses out, but other than that, the house looks the same from a distance.
Turning up Joplin’s voice even louder, I up the speed some more. In the distance I spot some tumbleweed blowing in the summer breeze, that really gets to me. Without knowing why really, I start to tear up.
Damn. I didn’t plan on this. I used to be such a tough kid, but now I’m weeping like my mother used to do whenever she was watching her stories on TV.
Slowing down a bit, I glide gently through the last curve before I ought to be crossing town lines and should be able to see the silhouette of Sweetwater in the distance. Pushing the pedal down once more, I ease out of the curve faster than a speeding bullet. I’ve always loved living on the edge, I don’t know why exactly, but I guess it’s just in my blood. Mom always said my great-grandmother was like that too, and I guess she must have been a bit crazy because if I remember correctly, she ran off with a guy twenty years her junior to move to Las Vegas when she’d turned fifty.
As I enter town, I slow down somewhat. Though I want to return with a splash, I really don’t want to risk causing an accident. Everything looks desolate. The streets are empty, and everything is closed. Guess that’s because it’s early Sunday morning, but back in New York there’s people out and running at all hours of the day. Even on Sundays.
“Jeez,” I say, shaking my head. “This place is dead. Wonder if coming here was a bad idea after all.”
Suddenly, red and blue lights start reflecting in my rearview mirror. The all too familiar sound of a police siren going off follows, and I know I’m about to get into trouble.
“Crap,” I say, and step on the brake.
This is not going to be good, I think to myself while glancing at the police car behind me in the rearview mirror.
“Damn. I can’t believe it,” I utter, and slam the wheel with my hand.
Keeping my eyes pinned forward, I turn down the music a bit, but continue to hum along to the music while I wait for the cop to appear next to me.
“Why hello there ma’am,” a husky voice says to my left.
Glancing sideways, I pull up my sunglasses onto my head.
“Howdy officer,” I say, and let my eyes wander across the policeman’s chest. Fuck. It’s the Sheriff. He’s got a white Stetson on his head, and is wearing shades so dark I can’t spot his eyes behind them.
“In a hurry to get somewhere?” the Sheriff asks, and pulls down his glasses somewhat as if to get a closer look at me. When he does, I see a pair of beautiful green marbles eyeing me. Like emerald, glowing in the sunlight.
Unsure of what to tell him, I contemplate lying. It can’t hurt, considering I’m the mayor’s daughter, right?
“Look,” Mr. Sheriff says, and grabs his shades with his hand. Now I’m able to see all of his face, and it turns out that those emeralds come with perfectly sculpted facial features. Damn. That’s just my luck. Not only is he working for the law and has caught me speeding, he’s hot as well. Who the hell is this guy anyways? I don’t remember seeing him around when I was a kid. “I figure you were doing – what? – about seventy-five back there?”
Sounds about right, I think to myself, but keep my mouth shut.
“So the way I figure it, you’d might as well fess up right away and let me give you a ticket. That’s the easiest way out for you.”
“And if I don’t fess up?” I ask, just out of curiosity.
“Well,” he sighs, “Then I’m going to have to handcuff you and bring you back with me downtown.”
The prospect of having this hottie cuff me is sounding a whole lot better than I could have guessed. He looks tall, and muscular, exactly the kind of man I usually go for.
Smiling to myself, I can’t help but toy with the idea of denying his accusations.
“What, so you’re gonna arrest me for speeding? Is that what you’re saying?” I ask, and turn the key in the ignition. “Cause if you’re gonna arrest me, you’d better step on it,” I add, before speeding the hell away from there.
Prologue
DILLON
WATCHING THE LADY I’ve just pulled over drive off in her car, I’m stunned. Never in my career has anyone ever bolted on me. It seems the good folks out here in Sweetwater just don’t do things like that. This lady, now a potential suspect of disobeying a direct order from an officer of the law, must not be from around here. Yes, I know she’s not a native Sweetwaterian, but the way she looked and behaved made me think she was from some place completely other than this. She seemed less country than you would have the average person out here come across as. In fact, there’s something about her reminded me of Los Angeles, the place where I was born and raised.
Getting in the car, I step on it.
In pursuit of the black circa 1970s or 1980s Cadillac, I refrain from letting the dispatch know what’s going on. I’ve just recently been made Sheriff here in town, and it wouldn’t look good if people find out the Sheriff got involved in some kind of car chase on the first week of his job.
I first decided to become a police officer about the time when I graduated from high school. Back then, I was doing pretty good in school and did fairly well in sports to the point that I probably could have gotten a scholarship to go to college if I wanted, but the allure of getting a degree just didn’t seem enticing enough. For some reason, I figured it seemed safer to get a job. A real job. My mother was worried sick about me becoming an L.A. police officer, where crime rates are high, and police officers are at high risk on every single shift, so a few years down the line, I decided to move. Not mainly because of my mother’s worries though, some other things happened at the time which also pushed me into making that decision. Things which I prefer not to think about.
Leaving the Golden State behind, I moved to Nevada and found a job in a town not much unlike Sweetwater. At the time, I had though I would fall in love and have a couple of kids sooner or later, but for some reason it didn’t happen. I just never met the one which was why I sort of came to terms with the idea of living on my own for the rest of my life.
It was just three years ago that I moved out here, right smack in the middle of rattlesnakes and sage-brush country. Sweetwater was a quaint little town in need of a new deputy, and so I filled out a couple of forms and asked to join the department over here. And since I turned out to be the only applicant, I got the job.
Here I am. Some three years down the road, and I’m the town’s own Sheriff. Chasing a stranger in a black Cadillac.
Thinking about that lady, I can’t help but think there’s something familiar about her. She was beautiful, yes, and she most certainly caught my eye, but there was something more than that about her appearance. She almost reminded me of…
Driving through town, I come up on Blue Ridge Road when I spot it. The car’s parked outside the Mayor’s Mansion, and that’s when it hits me.
Didn’t Mayor Lawless mention something about her daughter coming to visit?
Is that why I thought there was something familiar about that beautiful stranger?
Pulling up next to the Cadillac, I take a good look at it before I walk up to the Mayor’s Mansion’s front door. The car is a real beauty, just like the person driving it, I think to myself as I clear my throat getting ready to ring the doorbell.
Moments later, Mayor Lawless opens the door, dressed in gray sweats. I’m a little surprised to see her dressed like this because she’s usually wearing pantsuits at the office, and out of respect, I look at the ground for a moment.
“Sheriff Grover?” the mayor says, somewhat surprised.
“Yes ma’am,” I say,
and look her briefly in the eyes.
“What are you doing here so early? Is something the matter?”
“Nothing too serious,” I say. At least that’s what I hope. “But, you don’t happen to know the owner of that car over there?” I say, pointing at the black Cadillac behind me.
“Well, since it’s parked right on my lawn, I suspect you already know the answer to that, right?” the mayor says, laughing nervously.
“Figured as much,” I say, and tip my hat. “Well, I caught the person driving that vehicle speeding just a while ago, and I was looking to talk to her. If you don’t mind.”
The mayor’s face darkens somewhat, a sure sign of embarrassment. Breathing in deeply, she closes her eyes as though to give herself a moment to think.
“Now, ma’am. I want to remind you that – ”
“Oh, just come on inside. Give me a minute and I’ll have her out here for you. Gosh, you’d think you wouldn’t have to tell your 24-year old to fess up to the law for something as silly as speeding – ”
“Now speeding is a serious matter – ”
“Oh you know what I mean Dillon,” mayor Lawless says sounding somewhat agitated, and asks me again to please step inside. “You wait here,” she says, closing the door behind me. “I’ll have her out here in a sec.”
Waiting for the beautiful stranger to appear, I hear mayor Lawless talking to her in the other room. Unable to stop thinking about those gorgeous eyes that looked back at me from inside the car, I wonder if she’s spoken for. Now, I know I’m not supposed to be thinking such things about her, especially not while on duty, but I can’t help but feel like there’s something special about her. She caught my eye, and she’s the only female to ever have done so, in my adult life at least.