The Lake [Part One]

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by Lenna Tate




  Table of Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  COPYRIGHT AND DISCLAIMER

  THE LAKE

  PART ONE

  LENNA TATE

  BOOK DESCRIPTION

  All I want is one final summer of parties and debauchery. Until I meet her.

  This is part one of “THE LAKE” – a five part Steamy Mountain Men Bad Boy Billionaire Romance Series by Lenna Tate.

  My family has control over my entire life, but all I care about is the next party I’m going to throw, and the beautiful women who show up to them.

  All I want is to run away from their rules, so I rent a remote cabin in Colorado to enjoy my last summer as a single bachelor.

  But then I run into Wren on the first day, and she challenges everything I think I know about women. She’s not only my next door neighbor, she’s a dark-haired beauty with enough cunning to take down a tiger.

  Now I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t stop wanting her.

  And for the first time in my life, I consider running away from the city for more than just one summer.

  My family has all the power over me. But I have no power when it comes to her.

  This steamy romance novella is intended for mature audiences only, ages 18+.

  Chapter One

  Wren

  “Tell me you’re picking up more than just a few bags of Cheetos,” Megan’s voice begged through my cell.

  My initial reaction was a breathy scoff. Total indignation on her implication. But a quick glance into the basket slung against the crook of my arm showed that’s exactly what I’d picked out for myself so far.

  “There’s nothing wrong with Cheetos,” I tried to argue, despite the obvious deflation in my voice. Megan had always been my better half. We fell into each other’s lives during our first year of college, when we were assigned as roommates.

  To me, Meg was perfect – blonde, bubbly, gorgeous. The type of girl that has fun and makes friends wherever she goes. I’m the exact opposite in every way, but Megan’s supportive nature had been perfectly suited for dealing with me back then. She would drag me to parties, forcing me to break out of my comfort zone little by little. It didn’t end in college. Meg had been my best friend since day one. The only thing that had changed since then was that she also became my publisher.

  “There’s nothing wrong with them, except that they get all over everything and turn your fingers a permanent shade of orange.” Megan scolded into my ear. “And must I really remind you, Wren? Cheetos are not a food group.”

  “Okay, okay, okay,” I cut her off. “I’ll get some fruit, too.”

  “Good. This may be news to you, but you can’t get your best writing done if all you’re doing is munching junk food day in and day out.”

  I tucked my cellphone between my cheek and shoulder as I picked up a box of cheese noodles to examine the ingredients. Part of my brain was wondering if Cheetos would taste good mixed in. The other part of me was trying to ignore Megan’s mentioning of my book. The book that I was supposed to be writing, but had hit a mental block on for a good week and a half.

  “Wren, did you hear me?”

  My brain snapped back to reality and I tossed the box of cheese noodles into my basket before answering with a vague, “Uh huh.”

  “Well…then maybe you should answer my question.”

  I felt my cheeks flush. Even on the phone Megan knew how to startle me.

  “Yeah, sorry, Meg. My brain checked out for a minute.”

  “Well check back in with me for a second, please.” The impatience sizzled in her voice. “How’s the book coming along?”

  “Honestly, Megan, I don’t know. I can’t get past the first meetup. I haven’t struggled with a project in so long, but every time I go to type I just have a complete mental blackout.”

  Megan sighed on the other end of the phone. “That cabin you’ve holed yourself up in was supposed to help you with your writing, not make it harder.”

  I cringed at the harshness of her words. Whenever we started talking about my writing she switched modes from best friend to boss. It could be the best thing for me at times, but also the worst.

  “I don’t think the cabin is the problem,” I defend my decision to move to an isolated Colorado cabin. Located an hour away from any big cities, my new home sat tucked into a scenic lake valley. There was only my cabin and one other, where a sweet older man named George Spaniel lived. It had taken me all of three seconds to sign the dotted line and fork over royalties from my last novel to buy the house. “I’m just…distracted.”

  “By what? The bugs?” Meg scoffed. I knew part of her frustration came from wishing I was back in New York City, but that lifestyle had never agreed with me. The quiet Colorado life I had slowly built for myself was exactly what I’d always wanted.

  “Meg, please.”

  My best friend sighed on the other line. “You’re right. I’m sorry, hun, I just need to push you a little bit. Deadlines are approaching and I haven’t seen hide or hair of a draft. Not even a chapter. You have to give me something.”

  “I will. I promise. By the end of the week I’ll get the first half to you.” I had no idea what I’d be sending to her. I’d barely typed a sentence in the last three days.

  “Deal. Listen, I gotta go to my meeting. Keep in touch, let me know if you need anything. Why don’t you try going to the city for a night? Maybe what you need is some life experiences to help get your juices flowing. If you know what I mean.” She giggled at her own perversion before quickly adding, “Love you bunches.”

  I didn’t have time to say a word before the call disconnected.

  I took a deep breath to clear my mind. I’d just made a promise to my best friend and publisher that I didn’t think I could keep. Finishing half of a novel that I’d barely even started? In a week? Yeah, right. Maybe Meg was right…maybe I needed to spice up my own life in order to properly write. In order to have inspiration. I specialized in erotic romance, and my last three books had been major successes. Yet my own love life was severely lacking. There were no men to speak of. Not even a crush. The only guy I had seen since moving to Colorado was the seventy-year old man who lived next door to me.

  Writing sex wasn’t hard for me, though. Not with the history that I’ve had.

  I sulked down the dried pasta aisle, trying to ignore my past. Part of the reason for coming to Colorado was to forget about the unspeakable things I’d done in my younger years.

  I turned the corner and nearly barreled over Old Mrs. Krane, the keeper and beloved face of Quick -E Mart, the one and only convenience store within a fifty mile radius of where I lived.

  “Oh, Wren, honey,” Mrs. Krane gasped and clutched at her heart with the loveable drama only an elderly woman can possess.

  “Mrs. Krane! I’m so sorry. I really need to pay more attention,” I shuffled the basket on my arm, trying to cover the bags of Cheetos. I didn’t need any more scolding on my food choices. And Mrs. Krane was notorious for trying to be everyone’s mother. It wouldn’t be the first time she forced me into taking home things I hadn’t been wanting to buy.

  “Don’t even worry, honey. Come down to grab some more supplies?” Her lips spread into a grin, making her chubby cheeks pinch up into little rosy apples. I could see her trying to eye the basket tucked against my side.

  “Oh, you know me. Out of munchies as usua
l,” I brushed a strand of brown hair behind my ear and gave up trying to hide my basket of junk food.

  “Well, I hope one of these days you’ll take me up on a dinner night. You know I’d love to give you a good home-cooked meal.”

  My heart nearly melted as Mrs. Krane beamed at me. She’d been trying to get me to come to her and her husband’s home for dinner for the last three months since I’d first moved here. But I wasn’t one for the comfort of families and warm dinners, and the thought was enough to send me into an anxious fit.

  “Oh, one of these days. I’m just busy with my book,” I tried to let her down gently, as always. “I better be getting back to the cabin. Sunset is usually when I do my best writing.” I skirted around Mrs. Krane toward the front counter, biting my lip in the process. It felt horrible lying to the gentle old woman, but it was only a half-lie. It was true that I did my best writing at sunset…it just hadn’t been true for the last several weeks. Lately, no time had been the best time for my writing.

  “All right, darling. I’ll see you soon,” she waddled off down the aisle I’d just come from after giving me a sweet smile.

  Quick-E Mart was one of the places that had quickly sold me on moving to Colorado. It was small and homey, and run solely by the Kranes. Mrs. Krane was always somewhere in the store, restocking or decorating for the seasons while Mr. Krane ran the counter. I had instantly fallen in love with the quirky joy of the couple and their tiny convenience store.

  I skirted quickly to the coolers lining the front wall and pulled out a six-case of wheat beer bottles, tucking it up under my arm as I approached the counter.

  “Hey Mr. Krane,” I greeted as I set my stuff down for him to ring in.

  “Wren,” he nodded his head. In comparison to Mrs. Krane, he was much less talkative, but loveable all the same with his chubby fingers and protruding belly. His round face was almost entirely hidden behind a giant white beard. “I see you haven’t changed your ways,” he mentioned while stuffing the Cheetos into a paper bag.

  “It’s my thinking fuel. Gotta have it,” I couldn’t help but grin at his dry humor. I’d learned quickly that his wry remarks came from a place of good humor and good intentions.

  “Gah,” he spat, picking up the twenty dollar bill I’d set down to make change. “Garbage is what it is.”

  “That’s what you tell me every time I come in,” I reminded him, the smile still pulled across my face.

  Just then the front door swung open, making the tiny entrance bell jingle. We both looked up to see three very richly dressed men stomp in, bringing the fresh mountain air in with them.

  “Where the hell have you taken us, Axton?” A dirty-blonde man with charming dimples shoved the man in front gently in the shoulder and grinned mockingly.

  “No shit. What a dump,” the man in the back said. Not quietly enough to go unnoticed by myself or Mr. Krane.

  I frowned and reached for my case of beer when the man in front stepped next to the counter, nearly shouldering me out of his way. He towered over me with broad shoulders and a grimace scowling his thin lips. He didn’t even bother to look at me. But I couldn’t help but to stare up at him. He was undeniably gorgeous, with thick dark brown hair that had been brushed back along his head and a jawline that could cut glass. I saw the muscles in his neck tense as he stared at Mr. Krane.

  “The liquor?” His deep voice cut the air between the three of us, it was demanding and powerful, and so out of place in the coziness of the Quick-E Mart.

  “Maybe you could say excuse me,” I spat out without meaning to. But his presence made the tiny hairs on my arm stand up on end, and seeing Mr. Krane’s face darken was enough to bring me to the old man’s defense.

  He turned his head ever so slightly to stare down at me, and I was struck by his eyes on impact. They were the most beautiful storm-gray I’d ever seen. The second we made eye contact I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. I stared up at him, trying not to look as foolish as I felt on the inside, but I knew I looked like a mess compared to him. I was wearing a flannel shirt and ripped blue jeans, while he was wearing what I could only guess was one of the most expensive suits I’d ever seen. And it fit him perfectly, pulling taught across the muscles of his chest, and, I’d noticed, across the front of his pants. The dark navy of his jacket matched his eyes perfectly; he was like a storm at sea.

  If only I had known just how much of a storm he was.

  Chapter Two

  Axton

  “Maybe you could say excuse me,” chirped the voice of the woman standing next to me.

  To be fair, I hadn’t even noticed her standing there. She was tiny in comparison to me, and I had been on a mission to grab some bottles of booze with my friends and get the hell out of the dinky store as quickly as possible.

  The second my eyes hit hers a wave of electricity ran through my body, shooting up and down my spine like fireworks. There was a dangerous glint flashing through her dark brown eyes that made me feel as though I’d been set on fire. I couldn’t help but notice how soft her skin looked, pearlescent even as two rosy pink splotches spread across her cheeks.

  “Please, let me start over,” I shifted my body so I was facing her, giving her more room at the counter.

  “Where can I find your alcohol?” My question was directed to the old man behind the counter but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the fragile-looking woman who seemed determined to fight me.

  I kept staring down at her as she bit her lower lip and her dark eyes rolled in response to my show. She was infuriating, and I desperately wanted to show her who was the boss in this situation. I considered what would happen if I gripped her around the base of her neck and bent her over the counter to give her a quick swat on the ass for talking to me that way. How easily she would bend and break beneath the force of my hands. I tightened my hands into fists, savoring the sensation of my fingernails digging into the soft flesh of my palms. It was a nice distraction from the dangerous thoughts I was suddenly having about her.

  “Right over to the left, along that wall,” the old man’s voice broke my attention and I blinked away the visions of punishing the delicate woman glaring at me.

  “Thank you sir,” I turned away from the two at the counter, needing to break free from her stare and my dark desires.

  “Axton man, it’s over here!” I heard the voice of Benji yelling at me and I quickly took off toward them. But I couldn’t deny the sharp tug I felt at the base of my stomach leaving her behind me.

  “What an ass,” I heard her grumble to the old man at the counter. It took everything I had not to turn around. And it didn’t help calm the primal urges I was feeling to reprimand her.

  I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt such aggression. At least not so immediately about a total stranger. Typically women had no hold over me. I could appreciate beautiful people, and I was particularly famous for throwing wild parties that only the most gorgeous of people are invited to. But never had I experienced something so alarmingly primal, so intense, so unexpected.

  “Jesus, man. The most expensive vodka they have is Barton’s. It’s like this place was made for teenagers,” Benji had a cooler door open, quickly browsing through the limited selection.

  “I’ll get some better stuff shipped,” I shrugged and pulled down a bottle of cheap vodka. “Let’s take what we can for tonight though.”

  Benji and Wyatt began loading their arms up with as many bottles of different liquors as they could and lugging them over to the counter. I carried the Barton’s back with me and pulled out my wallet. My heart began pounding against my chest as I walked, annoyingly eager to have another interaction with the dark-eyed beauty. But all I caught was a glimpse of red flannel and the tinkle of the doorbell as she left.

  My heart dropped in a way that made me uncomfortable to think about.

  “Hope you don’t mind if we clear out your coolers,” I handed my credit card over the counter to the old man.

  He grumbled
under his breath and took the card from me.

  “We’ve never been up here,” I tried to warm him up to me. Not because I wanted his affection, but because maybe he could tell me more about the little sparrow that had just left me dumbfounded and insatiably turned on.

  “There isn’t much to it,” the old man’s reply was short and nothing sweet. “You’ve got this here Quick-E Mart and the cabins at the lake and surrounding forests. Everything else is off in the city or another twenty minutes north where the people go to lodge and ski.”

  “Oh, we rented out one of the lake cabins for the rest of the summer.” It had been a spur of the moment decision. I had wanted to get away from my family and New York and disappear to a place no one would ever expect me to be.

  “You’re neighbor is going to love that,” he grunted under his breath and handed me my receipt.

  Great. The whole of the community was just bursting at the seams to see us.

  “Let’s get out of here,” Wyatt grabbed two of the bags full of bottles and started hauling them outside with Benji. I grabbed the last bag and gave a quick nod to the old man, who ignored me in response.

  The second I closed the trunk door my cellphone began to vibrate. “Fuck,” I muttered. I didn’t need to look at the screen to know I didn’t want to talk.

  Against my better thoughts I pulled the phone out of my pocket. Mother. I debated hitting the decline button but was tired of her calling me on repeat in a manic frenzy of trying to get ahold of me.

  “Hello?” I answered dryly.

  “Axton! Where are you? Why haven’t you been answering my calls?” My mother’s voice was shrill in my ear and I cringed away from the receiver.

  “I went away with some friends,” my answer was short and to the point without giving her any real details.

  “Axton, how can you just disappear like this? Right now of all times?”

  “I think you know why, mother,” I sighed.

  “This is just ridiculous. You get your ass home right away. I can’t believe you would do this to your parents-”

 

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