Closer Read online

  The twin slashes of his dark brows drew together. “Haven’t I?”

  “No. Not once.” I lightly poked him in the shoulder. “I’ve told you, Ziggy, but you have yet to say it back.”

  “I could have sworn I had.”

  “Nope. To be honest, it’s been bugging me more than a little. But I decided to give it another week before I kicked your ass over it.”

  “You’ve been cranky about that and you still made my favorite chocolate cake for me anyway?”

  “What can I say? I’m a sucker for you.”

  “The feeling’s entirely mutual.”

  The ties on my apron loosened, the chocolate-smudged material falling to the ground at our feet. His hands cupped my face, mine sitting on his broad shoulders. “Here’s the thing…I love you, Mae, and I have no fucking clue what I did without you all those years. You’re my home, my whole damn world. You give me peace and happiness and I promise to always love and respect you and treat you like the queen that you are. I’m telling you now, you can trust me. Always.”

  “You’re going to make me cry.”

  “Don’t cry, sweetness,” he murmured. “I’m not finished yet. Now I know you’re already wearing the ring, but I’ll ask anyway so there’s no confusion. Will you marry me?”

  “Yes, Ziggy. As a matter of fact, I will.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You’re very welcome.” I sniffed. “That was quite poetic, you know? Very romantic.”

  “Glad you approve. Enough talking now.” Then he smiled and kissed me. A soul deep, world falling away, perfection in and of itself kind of kiss that could never be forgotten. My toes curled and my heart happy-sighed. And we did no more talking for a good long while.

  * * * *

  Also from Kylie Scott and 1001 Dark Nights, discover Strong.

  Sign up for the 1001 Dark Nights Newsletter

  and be entered to win a Tiffany Key necklace.

  There's a contest every month!

  Click here to subscribe.

  As a bonus, all subscribers can download FIVE FREE exclusive books!

  Discover 1001 Dark Nights Collection Six

  Click here for more information.

  DRAGON CLAIMED by Donna Grant

  A Dark Kings Novella

  ASHES TO INK by Carrie Ann Ryan

  A Montgomery Ink: Colorado Springs Novella

  ENSNARED by Elisabeth Naughton

  An Eternal Guardians Novella

  EVERMORE by Corinne Michaels

  A Salvation Series Novella

  VENGEANCE by Rebecca Zanetti

  A Dark Protectors/Rebels Novella

  ELI’S TRIUMPH by Joanna Wylde

  A Reapers MC Novella

  CIPHER by Larissa Ione

  A Demonica Underworld Novella

  RESCUING MACIE by Susan Stoker

  A Delta Force Heroes Novella

  ENCHANTED by Lexi Blake

  A Masters and Mercenaries Novella

  TAKE THE BRIDE by Carly Phillips

  A Knight Brothers Novella

  INDULGE ME by J. Kenner

  A Stark Ever After Novella

  THE KING by Jennifer L. Armentrout

  A Wicked Novella

  QUIET MAN by Kristen Ashley

  A Dream Man Novella

  ABANDON by Rachel Van Dyken

  A Seaside Pictures Novella

  THE OPEN DOOR by Laurelin Paige

  A Found Duet Novella

  CLOSER by Kylie Scott

  A Stage Dive Novella

  SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS by Jennifer Probst

  A Stay Novella

  BLOOD NIGHT by Heather Graham

  A Krewe of Hunters Novella

  TWIST OF FATE by Jill Shalvis

  A Heartbreaker Bay Novella

  MORE THAN PLEASURE YOU by Shayla Black

  A More Than Words Novella

  WONDER WITH ME by Kristen Proby

  A With Me In Seattle Novella

  THE DARKEST ASSASSIN by Gena Showalter

  A Lords of the Underworld Novella

  Also from 1001 Dark Nights:

  DAMIEN by J. Kenner

  A Stark Novel

  DISCOVER MORE KYLIE SCOTT

  Strong: A Stage Dive Novella

  By Kylie Scott

  Click here to purchase.

  When the girl of your dreams is kind of a nightmare.

  As head of security to Stage Dive, one of the biggest rock bands in the world, Sam Knowles has plenty of experience dealing with trouble. But spoilt brat Martha Nicholson just might be the worst thing he’s ever encountered. The beautiful troublemaker claims to have reformed, but Sam knows better than to think with what’s in his pants. Unfortunately, it’s not so easy to make his heart fall into line.

  Martha’s had her sights on the seriously built bodyguard for years. Quiet and conservative, he’s not even remotely her type. So why the hell can’t she get him out of her mind? There’s more to her than the Louboutin wearing party-girl of previous years, however. Maybe it’s time to let him in on that fact and deal with this thing between them.

  Lies

  By Kylie Scott

  Now available.

  Click here to purchase.

  Betty Dawsey knows that breaking things off with Thom Lange is for the best. He’s nice, but boring, and their relationship has lost its spark. But steady and predictable Thom suddenly doesn’t seem so steady and predictable when their condo explodes and she’s kidnapped by a couple of crazies claiming that Thom isn’t who he says he is.

  Thom is having a hellish week. Not only is he hunting a double agent, but his fiancée dumped him, and thanks to his undercover life, she’s been kidnapped.

  Turns out Thom is Operative Thom and he’s got more than a few secrets to share with Betty if he’s going to keep her alive. With both their lives on the line, their lackluster connection is suddenly replaced by an intense one. But in his line of work, feelings aren’t wanted or desired. Because feelings can be a lethal distraction.

  * * * *

  “You’re going to break his heart.”

  “No, I’m not,” I say. “That’s sort of the whole point. If I really thought leaving him would break his heart, then I probably wouldn’t be leaving him in the first place.”

  My best friend, Jen, does not look convinced.

  Boxes fill a good half of the room. What a mess. Who knew you could accumulate so much junk in only twelve months? At least we weren’t together so long that I can’t remember who owns what. One year is about the sweet spot for this issue in relationships, apparently.

  “The fact of the matter is, we’re not in love. We have no business being engaged, let alone getting married.” I sigh. “Have you seen the packing tape?”

  “No. He’s just such a nice guy.”

  “I’m not debating that.” I climb to my feet, then head up the stairs to the second bedroom. Thom’s unofficial workout room/home office. Not a room I normally go into. But it only takes a bit of rummaging to find what I’m looking for. Whatever else might be said about them, insurance assessors are organized. The bottom drawer of Thom’s desk has a neat stash of stationery. I grab a couple rolls of thick tape.

  “And leaving him this way…” Jen continues as I head back down.

  “How many times have I told him we need to talk? He’s always putting it off, saying it’s not a good time. And now he’s away again. I’ve been messaging him for the last week and he barely replies.”

  “You know he has to drop everything once a job comes up. I realize he’s not the most exciting guy, Betty, but—”

  “I know.” I smack down a line of tape with extra zest, sealing the lid of the last box. In this Operation Abandon Ship Posthaste, I know I’m definitely slightly the bad guy. But not totally. Say sixty/forty. Or maybe seventy/thirty. It’s hard to tell to what degree. “I do know all of that. But he’s always busy with work or away on some business trip. What am I supposed to do?”

  A sigh from Jen.


  “When you realize you’ve made such a monumental mistake, it’s hard to sit and wait to fix things. Nor is it fair on either of us to keep up the pretense.”

  “Guess so.”

  “And the fact that he’s yet again made no effort to prioritize our relationship and make a little time for me in his busy schedule is just further proof that I’ve made the right choice in ending this now before it gets any more complicated. End of rant.”

  Nothing from her.

  “Anyway, you’re supposed to be on my side. Stop questioning me.”

  “You wanted to get married and have children so badly.”

  “Yeah.” I sit back on my heels. “I blame it all on playing with Ken and Barbie’s dreamhouse when I was little. But it turns out that being in a relationship with the wrong person can be even lonelier than being alone.”

  Jen and I have been friends since sharing a room in college. We’ve witnessed the bulk of each other’s dating ups and downs. For some reason, I’m the type of girl who guys will go out with, but don’t tend to stick with. Apparently, I’m fuckable—just not girlfriend material. Maybe it’s my smart mouth. Maybe it’s the whole not fitting current societal expectations of beauty i.e. I’m fat. Maybe I was born under an unlucky star. I don’t know; it’s their loss. Like anyone, I have my faults, but all in all, I’m awesome. And I have a lot to give. Too often in the past few months, I’ve had to keep reminding myself of this fact.

  “There are just so many jerks out there,” Jen says. “I was happy that you’d found a good one.”

  “I think I’d prefer a jerk who was genuinely into me than a nice guy phoning it in. Honestly, I’d rather go adopt a dozen cats and settle into old age and isolation than be with someone who treats me as if I’m an afterthought.”

  She looks at me for a long moment, then nods slowly. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”

  “Me too.”

  “Time to start filling up the cars. Boy, do you owe me.”

  I smile. “That I do.”

  Jen stands and stretches before picking up one of the boxes labeled kitchen. “I just didn’t want you to do something you’d regret, you know?”

  “I know. Thank you.”

  Alone in the two-bedroom condo, everything is silent. My parting letter sits waiting on the coffee table with his name written on the front. A slight bulge in the envelope betrays the shape of my engagement ring. It’s a sweet, simple ring. One small diamond perched on a band of yellow gold. My hand feels wrong without it. Naked. They say there are different love languages and you have to take the time to learn your partner’s needs. It’s like he and I never quite got there. Or maybe I’m just crappy at relationships.

  The bridal magazines I’d collected are in the trash. Perhaps I should have taken them into the florist shop where I work so someone could get some use out of them. But this feels more symbolic, more definite. My family are a couple of states away, and I have only a few of what I’d classify as good friends. Being an introvert makes it hard to meet people. A boyfriend, a husband, would mean I’m no longer alone. Someone cares about me and puts me first. At least part of the time. Only Thom doesn’t any of the time, so here we are.

  I tighten my ponytail of long dark hair. Then, in a rare display of dexterity that my yoga instructor would be proud of, I stack three boxes in my arms and head outside into the hot afternoon sun. Jen’s Honda Civic is parked at the curb, the trunk standing open as she moves things about inside. My old Subaru sits in the driveway waiting to be filled. Birds are singing and insects chirping. It’s your typical mild autumn day in California.

  That’s when the condo blows up behind me.

  Discover the World of 1001 Dark Nights

  Collection One

  Collection Two

  Collection Three

  Collection Four

  Collection Five

  Bundles

  Discovery Authors

  Blue Box Specials

  Rising Storm

  Liliana Hart's MacKenzie Family

  Lexi Blake's Crossover Collection

  Kristen Proby's Crossover Collection

  On behalf of 1001 Dark Nights,

  Liz Berry and M.J. Rose would like to thank ~

  Steve Berry

  Doug Scofield

  Kim Guidroz

  Jillian Stein

  InkSlinger PR

  Dan Slater

  Asha Hossain

  Chris Graham

  Kasi Alexander

  Fedora Chen

  Jessica Johns

  Dylan Stockton

  Richard Blake

  and Simon Lipskar