Table of Contents
Copyright
Contents
Forever Mine
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
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
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Bonus Scene
More Than Forever
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
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
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Bonus Scene
Until Forever
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
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
Bonus Scene
My Forever
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
About the Author
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Forever Mine
Ren & Maya
Providence Series Book 1
Maya
Moving to Piersville was my new start. Working for my uncle as an interior designer was the only thing I could think about, until I met Ren on my first damn job!
Ren
I hadn’t ever thought about meeting the one, it just never occurred to me that it could happen. I sure as hell never expected the impact that she’d have on me, but I was hooked on her.
Then it all explodes, literally. Someone has a grudge against our families and is determined to sabotage us, regardless of who gets hurt.
Accidents happen, mistakes are made, but Ren's determination to have a happy ever after with Maya stays strong.
Chapter One
Ren
J aysus, but it was hot out. I’d been guilted into spending the day helping Dad out on the family ranch instead of working in the garage that I owned in town, and if I had been in there today like normal, I wouldn’t have been sweating my ass off in ninety degrees of heat and sun. Why had I said yes? Oh yeah, because of my mom. None of us could ever say no to her. With four boys and a girl under her belt, she pretty much had the entire family wrapped around her little finger.
At least it was Friday, so I could head into town tonight to get rid of this tension that felt like it was suffocating me. A couple of days ago, I’d seen a dark blonde in Cooper’s while I was picking up some groceries. It had been her hair that had initially grabbed my attention because it was so unfamiliar, and between my brothers and me, we pretty much knew all of the females in the county. I’d stared, waiting for her to turn around, because if the back was that amazing, then God would be a cruel man to make the front less than the back. When she turned and started walking in my direction, I’d been floored—who the fuck was this beauty? Was she passing through or staying in the area?
She’d turned just then, and I remembered struggling to breathe for the second that we’d looked at each other for, until Grandad had suddenly stuck his face in mine, scaring the shit out of me!
“Ren, boy! I was beginning to think you’d skipped the county. Where the hell you been, and what are we staring at?”
By that point, I had been twisting and trying to look around him back at the angel, but the old bastard had been deliberately blocking my view, and when he’d finally moved, she had disappeared. For the last three days, all I could think about was her. Seriously, seeing was believing when it came to how beautiful she’d been. The problem was I’d been back to town every day since and had gone into Cooper’s and hung around the area, and there was no sign of her. I thought at one point that I saw her driving a new black Escalade around, but it turned out to be George Montgomery’s, which I learned because he’d dri
ven it into my garage yesterday saying that there was an electrical fault in the driver door that needed to be dealt with. Who was she? Was she gone now? I rubbed a hand down my face and decided I needed to get laid tonight to get my man card back, because I was obsessing over this girl like chicks did over guys.
“Hey, sweetie,” Mom said as I walked in. She walked up and handed me a cold, damp cloth to wipe my face and neck down. She then passed me a huge glass of iced tea.
“Hey, Ma,” my younger brother Cole yelled as he walked in before I could thank her. I watched as she gave him the exact same, but that was just so he didn’t get jealous. Like she could tell what I was thinking, she caught my eye and winked at me. I was so her favorite!
“Now don’t y’all forget that the interior designer is coming to look at y’all’s houses, okay?” she said, hands on hips.
Mom had organized this weeks ago when she’d found out that someone’s niece was moving here and that she was an interior designer. Our parents had built us our own homes on the property on our 18th birthdays. Obviously, it takes a while for houses to be built and all, so we moved in when we were 19 or 20 when they were completed, but on our 18ths, we had sat down with an architect, a plan had been decided, and we’d been allowed to choose where we wanted them to be on the land the family owned. I’d been living in mine for seven years, and in all that time I hadn’t really lifted a finger to change the place or decorate it aside from hanging some pictures or shelves or shit like that. My excuse was I didn’t ever have the time, but the truth was I didn’t know what the fuck to do with it. Then Mom had come in with this curveball, and now I was feeling a bit protective of my home, not really trusting a stranger to decorate it. I mean, they didn’t know me and what I liked, and they didn’t live there, so how would they decorate it for me?
“Shit, Ma, we know. You’ve been going on about it for weeks now. What’s wrong with how they look?” Cole whined. He was such a little bitch. Even my baby sister, Layla, didn’t whine as much as he did.
“Y’all haven’t done one thing to those houses since they were built. The walls are still covered in white primer, and the floors are bare wood, for the love of God,” she said, throwing her hands up in the air.
“Now, Ma, you taught us better than to leave our wood bare,” Cole replied with a smirk on his face just as I took a gulp of my iced tea, which I sprayed all over the kitchen floor.
“Cole Jessop Townsend! That is…you are…I don’t even know what to say back to that comment, apart from the fact that you will eat your words the day you meet the girl who is yours, and you’ll regret your tomcatting when she finds out about it and you see the look on her face. Now get your mind outta the gutter and start thinking about what you’re gonna ask her to do to your home. And you, Renwick Samuel Townsend, go get a cloth and clean your mess off the floor. I swear, I raised y’all better than this. You get this from your father’s family.” She walked away to the pantry, still muttering under her breath.
“Speaking of which, last night at Jilly’s, I saw the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen in my life. I’ve never seen her around here before, but she walked in with the Montgomerys, and hand to God she has unrivaled beauty in these parts,” Cole told me as I mopped my spit and tea off the floor while laughing at him for using the term ‘unrivaled beauty.’ He’d obviously been lifting Mom’s Harlequin books again which he'd done since he was twelve. Any other pubescent teen would have hit Playboy or gone online, but not Cole—he’d always loved a ‘happy’ ending to his fantasies. Then again, didn’t all teenage boys want a happy ending to their fantasies? But Cole hadn’t thought outside the box, and had instead stolen Mom’s books one by one until she’d found them in his closet. Of course, we had never let him live it down since we’d found out.
“Really? Did you talk to her? What was she like?” Mom was suddenly full of interest.
“She was quite tall, say to here,” he said, pointing at the bottom of his neck, “with long, curly blondish hair and these eyes that—”
My head snapped up at the description of my angel from Cooper’s. “She was with the Montgomerys?”
“Yeah! All I know is she’s just moved here to work or some shit and has just rented the Twyman house outside of town. Jaysus, she’s beautiful, man! I’m gonna head back into town tonight and ask her out.” He wiggled his eyebrows, not realizing that he was now closer to death than he’d ever been in his life.
“The fuck you…” I started just as there was a knock at the front door.
My mom clapped her hands loudly. “That’ll be Maya. Y’all stop your arguing and get ready to meet the designer.”
Still in the kitchen with my brother, I put my face in his. “You won’t be asking her out, Cole. She’s mine, and don’t you forget that.”
Before I could threaten him further, Mom walked into the kitchen with her guest. “Ren, Cole, this is Maya Price, the designer. Maya, these are two of my troublemaking boys, Cole on the left and Ren on the right.”
Cole and I turned around, and I damn near choked all over again. There, standing in the doorway, was my beauty from Cooper’s, who was now my interior designer. All of a sudden, I felt a healthy interest in decorating my home come on, and judging by the gulp I heard from beside me, I’d say my shithead of a little brother was thinking the same thing. The only difference between his thoughts and mine was that I knew in reality she would soon be mine, whereas for him it would always just be a pipe dream.
Chapter Two
Maya
A s my parents were in Australia and my sister was still in college doing her nursing degree, I decided to move to be closer to my uncle, aunt, and cousins here in Piersville. My dad was a diplomat working for the US government, and was now the ambassador to Australia, stationed in Canberra. Being without any close members of the family from the age of sixteen had made me desperate to be closer to my family. Plus, I loved them, so moving here was ideal for me.
My boyfriend of nine months had turned out to be a bigger mistake than I’d thought, so feeling protected and having a career was a no-brainer for me. It was not that I was scared of Andy, per se; it was just that he had been the campus slut when we’d been at college, and I’d stupidly believed him when he’d said he had no interest in any other girls when he’d asked me out a couple months after we’d graduated from the University of Florida. When I’d decided that I actually couldn’t stand the jerk and dumped him, it had come out that the whole time he’d been fucking anything with a hole. He hadn’t taken the breakup well, though, and had taken to turning up unannounced everywhere; now I just got regular texts, phone calls and Facebook messages. Those I could handle.
I was away from it all now, though, and I loved my new home. The Twymans were friends of my Uncles and had an old plantation-style home that had belonged to a grandmother in the family. It had been the first property I had visited, but I had fallen in love with it. They had no use for it, as their family all had their own homes, so they’d decided to rent it out. I had my nest egg from working, and I could easily afford to buy the three-bedroomed property, but I’d wanted to get a feel for the area first and make sure that this was it for me. I had expected to fall in love with the quaint town and the lovely people who lived there, but I hadn’t expected to fall in love with the house itself, and I definitely hadn’t expected to fall in lust with some random guy that I’d seen in town, but that wasn’t important. I was happy here, and there had been such a huge interest in my business and doing work on not only homes but offices and stores; Piersville was the best thing to happen to me.
We’d moved from country to country all of my life until I had been sent to a boarding school in Washington with my sister, Lucy. I always looked at my childhood as a gift, as I’d experienced so many cultures and had seen so much of the world, but because of it, I didn’t even have a proper American accent—it was a mixture of accents. As a result of that and all of the moves, I’d never felt that I belonged, and was used to people assuming tha
t I was bragging about my childhood when I tried to explain about it. So setting down the roots that had been impossible growing up was very important to me, and I just knew I’d be able to do that here.
I turned up at Colette Townsend’s house and gasped at the size and beauty of it. It was old and had been looked after well. In the distance, I could see other large houses dotted around, and I realized that those were probably the ones that I was being hired to decorate. Damn, I’d have given my left arm to decorate this beautiful place in front of me.
With a sigh, I opened the car door and jumped out into the heat. How could this family work outside on the ranch in this heat and humidity?
I could hear men’s voices coming from inside the house as I knocked on the door, and I did a final check of my outfit to make sure that my white shirt with rolled-up sleeves was still tucked neatly into my high-waisted gray pencil skirt. I heard a woman say something, and then the door opened and I was face to face with a beautiful petite woman with brown hair pulled into a ponytail and a face that didn’t look any older than thirty. What was this woman’s secret? Because I could have sworn my cousins had told me that she had four kids, with the eldest being twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
“Hey, beautiful girl,” she said, putting her hands on either side of my face and looking into my eyes. I must have been seven inches taller than her, so I automatically stooped when I saw her raising her hands. Coming from the city, I wasn’t really used to being that much taller than people, but here all the women seemed so delicate and petite, and at only five foot seven inches, I felt like a giant in comparison.
“Hello, Mrs. Townsend, thank you for inviting me out here to look at your properties. Your home is just beautiful!” I caught a glimpse of the inside over her shoulder and immediately started to take notes for future reference, i.e. for my own home. Regardless of my profession, I could still find ideas from other homes; it was allowed.
“Call me Colette, sweetie, and it’s me who should be thanking you. You’ll see what I mean once you see the properties,” she said, rolling her eyes and pulling me through the door. “Maybe while you’re looking at the other houses you could have a look here and tell me what I could do to make it look better?” She gestured to follow her as she walked through the living room towards what I assumed was the kitchen.
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