Wonder With Me

by Kristen Proby

  He knows better. Soon, she’ll be gone, living her life. A life that doesn’t include him.

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  Soaring with Fallon: A Big Sky Novel

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  Fallon McCarthy has climbed the corporate ladder. She’s had the office with the view, the staff, and the plaque on her door. The unexpected loss of her grandmother taught her that there’s more to life than meetings and conference calls, so she quit, and is happy to be a nomad, checking off items on her bucket list as she takes jobs teaching yoga in each place she lands in. She’s happy being free, and has no interest in being tied down.

  When Noah King gets the call that an eagle has been injured, he’s not expecting to find a beautiful stranger standing vigil when he arrives. Rehabilitating birds of prey is Noah’s passion, it’s what he lives for, and he doesn’t have time for a nosy woman who’s suddenly taken an interest in Spread Your Wings sanctuary.

  But Fallon’s gentle nature, and the way she makes him laugh, and feel again draws him in. When it comes time for Fallon to move on, will Noah’s love be enough for her to stay, or will he have to find the strength to let her fly?

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  Tempting Brooke: A Big Sky Novella

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  Brooke’s Blooms has taken Cunningham Falls by surprise. The beautiful, innovative flower shop is trendy, with not only gorgeous flower arrangements, but also fun gifts for any occasion. This store is Brooke Henderson’s deepest joy, and it means everything to her, which shows in how completely she and her little shop have been embraced by the small community of Cunningham Falls.

  So, when her landlord dies and Brody Chabot saunters through her door, announcing that the building has been sold, and will soon be demolished, Brooke knows that she’s in for the fight of her life. But she hasn’t gotten this far by sitting back and quietly doing what she’s told. Hustle is Brooke’s middle name, and she has no intention of losing this fight, no matter how tempting Brody’s smile -- and body -- is.

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  No Reservations: A Fusion Novella

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  Chase MacKenzie is not the man for Maura Jenkins. A self-proclaimed life-long bachelor, and unapologetic about his distaste for monogamy, a woman would have to be a masochist to want to fall into Chase’s bed.

  And Maura is no masochist.

  Chase has one strict rule: no strings attached. Which is fine with Maura because she doesn’t even really like Chase. He’s arrogant, cocky, and let’s not forget bossy. But when he aims that crooked grin at her, she goes weak in the knees. Not that she has any intentions of falling for his charms.

  Definitely not.

  Well, maybe just once…

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  Easy For Keeps: A Boudreaux Novella

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  Adam Spencer loves women. All women. Every shape and size, regardless of hair or eye color, religion or race, he simply enjoys them all. Meeting more than his fair share as the manager and head bartender of The Odyssey, a hot spot in the heart of New Orleans’ French Quarter, Adam’s comfortable with his lifestyle, and sees no reason to change it. A wife and kids, plus the white picket fence are not in the cards for this confirmed bachelor. Until a beautiful woman, and her sweet princess, literally knock him on his ass.

  Sarah Cox has just moved to New Orleans, having accepted a position as a social worker specializing in at-risk women and children. It’s a demanding, sometimes dangerous job, but Sarah is no shy wallflower. She can handle just about anything that comes at her, even the attentions of one sexy Adam Spencer. Just because he’s charmed her daughter, making her think of magical kingdoms with happily ever after, doesn’t mean that Sarah believes in fairy tales. But the more time she spends with the enchanting man, the more he begins to sway her into believing in forever.

  Even so, when Sarah’s job becomes more dangerous than any of them bargained for, will she be ripped from Adam’s life forever?

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  Easy With You: A With You In Seattle Novella

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  Nothing has ever come easy for Lila Bailey. She’s fought for every good thing in her life during every day of her thirty-one years. Aside from that one night with an impossible to deny stranger a year ago, Lila is the epitome of responsible.

  Steadfast. Strong.

  She’s pulled herself out of the train wreck of her childhood, proud to be a professor at Tulane University and laying down roots in a city she’s grown to love. But when some of her female students are viciously murdered, Lila’s shaken to the core and unsure of whom she can trust in New Orleans. When the police detective assigned to the murder case comes to investigate, she’s even more surprised to find herself staring into the eyes of the man that made her toes curl last year.

  In an attempt to move on from the tragic loss of his wife, Asher Smith moved his daughter and himself to a new city, ready for a fresh start. A damn fine police lieutenant, but new to the New Orleans force, Asher has a lot to prove to his colleagues and himself.

  With a murderer terrorizing the Tulane University campus, Asher finds himself toe-to-toe with the one woman that haunts his dreams. His hands, his lips, his body know her as intimately as he’s ever known anyone. As he learns her mind and heart as well, Asher wants nothing more than to keep her safe, in his bed, and in his and his daughter’s lives for the long haul.

  But when Lila becomes the target, can Asher save her in time, or will he lose another woman he loves?

  Dream With Me

  With Me In Seattle Book 13

  By Kristen Proby

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  From New York Times Bestselling Author Kristen Proby comes Dream With Me, an all-new addition to the series that has sold more than a million copies to date, her beloved With Me In Seattle Series!

  Kane O’Callaghan knows what it is to have his work shown all over the world. His pieces are on display in palaces and museums, including the O’Callaghan Museum of Glass just outside of his beloved hometown of Seattle. Kane is a bit of a recluse, spending time on his farm alone and committed to his art. His life is full.

  Until the day he meets her.

  Wandering through museums is Anastasia Montgomery’s favorite way to spend her time. Not only does art feed her soul, but it inspires her own art of designing wedding cakes. When her muse seems to be gone, she finds her again among the beauty in the museums of Seattle, and the O’Callaghan Museum of Glass is her favorite. She’s never met the artist, but he must be absolutely brilliant, if he can make such beautiful things out of glass.

  Bumping into a grumpy stranger at the museum wasn’t in Anastasia’s plan. And then discovering it was Kane himself was absolutely humiliating.

  But when she sees him again at a charity fundraiser, and ends up spending an incredible, unforgettable night with the mysterious glass smith, Anastasia finds herself thinking of Kane and little else, even her precious work. Will this relationship bloom into the romance of a lifetime, or will their dreams of success get in the way of true love?

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  Chapter One

  ~Anastasia~

  “This isn’t going to work.”

  I blow out a breath and stare at the shit-tastic mess I’ve scribbled on my sketch pad in disgust.

  The idiots who hired me, and no, I don’t always refer to my clients as idiots, didn’t give me a place to start. When a couple wants a wedding cake, they usually come to me with photos they’ve pinned on Pinterest or found in magazines. They have colors and flowers they prefer.

  They have a bloody vision.

  But the people who marched into my bakery a month ago? They had none of that.

  “We want you to go with your own vision,” they said with wide-eyed smiles and imaginary cartoon hearts bursting over their heads. “You’re an artist, and we wouldn’t dream of intruding on your process.”

  I appreciate their
vote of confidence. I really do. And sometimes clients are too stringent in what they want.

  “I want exactly this,” some brides will say, and I have to gently remind them that I don’t copy others’ work.

  But at least tell me what the colors of your flowers are. Throw me a damn bone!

  It’s not my wedding.

  I’ve been in the wedding cake biz for a dozen years, and while living in California, I was lucky enough to be on Best Bites TV, designing and executing massive works of sugar that would make the most discerning of art critics weep with joy.

  But now I live near my hometown of Seattle, Washington, where my family is, and I’ve opened a new business here. I love it. It fuels me and exhausts me, just as a person’s passion should.

  But today, there’s nothing in my well of ideas. My muse has decided to go on vacation and didn’t give me any warning.

  Fucking muse.

  When this happens, which isn’t often, I find it’s best to step away from my kitchen.

  So I pack up my sketch book and pencils, get in the car, and get ready to battle Seattle traffic.

  Once in the car, I call my sister, Amelia. She likes to go to museums with me, and sometimes the conversation alone will get my mind churning with new ideas.

  “Hello, favorite sister,” she says when she answers.

  “I’m headed over to the glass museum,” I say immediately. “Wanna go?”

  “I would love to, but I’m recording today, and I have to do three videos to catch up. I’m sorry.”

  Lia is a super successful YouTube sensation. She films makeup tutorials and reviews products. With more than three million followers and her own makeup brand in the works, I just couldn’t be prouder of her.

  Not to mention, she has a new husband that keeps her more than busy.

  “I get it. I miss you, though. I haven’t seen you in weeks. So let’s try to do a girl’s night out, okay?”

  “Yes, please. I’m down for that.”

  “Soon. Like, tomorrow night.”

  “Hold please.” She pulls the phone away from her mouth but doesn’t bother to cover it, so I can hear everything. “Wyatt? Babe, Stasia’s on the phone and wants to do girl’s night tomorrow night. Do we have plans? Oh, right.”

  I tap my fingers on the steering wheel, surprised that traffic through downtown is as light as it is.

  “Hey, sorry, I can’t tomorrow night. We’re supposed to go to a gala for the new cardiothoracic wing at the hospital. Jace asked us weeks ago.”

  Just to warn you right now, our family is big and a little confusing. You might need a diagram and a PhD in astrophysics to figure out who belongs to whom and how we all fit together.

  Wyatt is Amelia’s husband. His brother, Jace, is the chief of staff in cardiothoracic surgery at Seattle General. Jace is a big deal. Actually, there’s a lot of that in our family.

  “We’ll find a night to get together,” I reply.

  “Actually, you should come with us,” Lia says, excitement in her voice. “I have dresses you can borrow, and I’ll totally do your hair and makeup. It’ll be fun. Say yes. Say it right now.”

  “Like my ass will fit in any of your dresses. Besides, I have so much work, Lia. I can’t waste a whole day on a gala where I won’t know anyone.”

  “You’ll know me and Wyatt. And Jace and Joy. Levi and Starla will be there, too.”

  I sigh because deep down, I want to go. I don’t get to dress up often, and I love hanging out with Wyatt’s brothers and their wives. Not to mention, I never get to see my own sister.

  But I have a wedding cake due on Saturday morning that’s only half-decorated, and I really have to get this other cake designed so I can get to work on it first thing on Sunday.

  “You’re too quiet. You’re thinking of a way you can ditch work so you can go, so just do it.”

  I bite my lip. If I stay up all night tonight finishing Saturday’s cake, I can make it work.

  “Okay. I’ll go.”

  “Yay,” Lia says with a little squeak, making me laugh. “Be at my house by noon so we can start getting ready.”

  “What time is the gala?”

  “Eight,” she says.

  “It will not take eight hours to get ready.”

  “You’re going to look like a goddess when I’m through with you,” Lia promises. “See you tomorrow!”

  She hangs up and I wrinkle my nose. The guilt of taking time I don’t have away from work settles between my shoulder blades.

  But one of the things I’ve been working on this year is taking more time for me. I moved out of California because it was killing me. I was working fifteen-hour days, seven days a week, and the result of that was illness and despair. I’ve battled asthma all my life, and the long hours, and some of the spices in the bakery, were hell on me. Now I have my own shop, where I can control the environment, along with how many hours a day I work, and I admit, my asthma has been better. Taking care of myself is important.

  And taking one day to be with my family is part of that self-care.

  Working through the night is totally worth it.

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  This was the right call. Being out of the bakery today and immersed in art is exactly what I needed for a fresh perspective. Soaking in someone else’s art always renews my passion for my own creativity.

  It seems my muse likes to hang out in museums.

  And the O’Callaghan Museum of Glass in Seattle is my very favorite of all of them.

  I’m sitting on a bench in the middle of one of the exhibit rooms, soaking it all in.

  I’ve never met Kane O’Callaghan, the artist that creates such beauty. He seems to love color, as it’s splashed around me. In this room, the glass is shaped like water, waves crashing on beaches with marine life floating around it. Blues, greens and white with splashes of yellow and red here and there are all tickling my senses.

  I can practically hear the water around me.

  With the hair standing on my skin, I reach for my sketch pad and pencils, and with my legs crossed, I get to work.

  People walk past me, but I hardly notice them. I’m consumed by the design that’s taking shape in my head and on the paper. I take breaks, looking up at the glass, the color, the fluidity of the work, and then keep sketching.

  I don’t know if I’ve ever drawn a full concept so quickly.

  Once I’ve finished, I take a deep breath and notice my chest is just beginning to feel heavy, and I glance around, surprised to see a man sitting on the bench opposite of mine, watching me with lazy brown eyes.

  “Can I help you?” I ask the handsome stranger. He has dark hair, with matching stubble on his chin and eyelashes framing those almost black eyes.

  “I was just going to ask you the same question,” he says with a voice laced with milk chocolate.

  “I’m just enjoying the exhibit,” I say with a polite smile.

  “Looks like you’re enjoying your little drawing there,” he replies, nodding at the pad in my lap. I close it and drop the smile.

  “Just working,” I say.

  “In a museum?”

  I blow out a breath of impatience. “Do you work here?”

  He tilts his head to the side, watching me. “Not really.”

  “Then it’s none of your business, is it?”

  “Are you one of those people who sits in museums and copies the art there because you can’t come up with original work of your own?”

  “Are you always an asshole, or just today?” I retort, getting more pissed by the second. “Surely I’m not the only person in the world who gets inspired by art. In fact, I think that’s the point of it.”

  He doesn’t say anything, just blinks and watches me quietly. He’s not creepy. I don’t get a dangerous vibe from him. If I did, I’d run out of here alerting security.

  “Can I see the sketch?” he asks, surprising me.

  “It’s just a—”

  “I’d still like to see it.” His lips tip up
in a half smile that would melt far stronger women than me, and he holds his hand out, waiting for me to pass over my pad.

  Finally, I flip through the pages to what I was just working on and hand it to the handsome stranger.

  His eyes narrow as he examines the crude drawing. I instantly wish I’d used more color and been more thorough, but it’s only supposed to be for my eyes. A guideline for when I start decorating the cake in just a couple of days.

  “There is no water here,” he says in surprise and looks up at me. “It doesn’t look anything like the glass in this room.”

  “Why would it?” I frown. “I’m inspired, not copying. Besides, that’s just a sketch, so when I make the final piece, I’ll know what I was thinking when I thought it up.”

  “I see.” He passes it back to me. “I like it very much. You’ve got a good eye.”

  Is that a slight accent I hear in his voice? I take a deep breath, relieved that the heaviness is gone from my lungs, and if I’m not mistaken, I can smell him. It’s a lovely, woodsy scent that’s light and masculine and, well, sexy.

  “What are you doing here?” I ask.

  He shrugs a shoulder and glances around the room. “Remembering, I suppose.”

  Before I can ask him what he means by that, a woman comes rushing into the room, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor.

  “Kane, we need you in the storeroom. Now, when you see what happened, don’t kill anyone.”

  “If a piece is broken, I can’t guarantee that I won’t commit murder.” He glances back at me. “I guess our pleasant visit is over then.”

  “Wait. Are you Kane O’Callaghan?”

  “One and the same.” He stands and holds his hand out to shake mine. “And you are?”