by Alice Moore
Table of Contents
Copyright Notice
Caroline
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James
Sneak Peek of My Mom’s Billionaire Boyfriend
Risha
William
Sneak Peek of The Three Rich Brothers
Nick
Hannah
Ethan
Sneak Peek Of Knocked Up By The Billionaire
Natalie
Nash
About the Author
The Mountain Man’s Baby
A Billionaire Secret Baby Romance
Alice Moore
Contents
Copyright Notice
Caroline
Enjoying Your Reading?
Caroline
Caroline
Caroline
Caroline
James
Caroline
James
Caroline
James
Caroline
James
Caroline
Caroline
James
Caroline
Caroline
James
Caroline
Caroline
Caroline
James
Caroline
James
Caroline
James
Caroline
Caroline
Sneak Peek of My Mom’s Billionaire Boyfriend
Risha
Risha
William
Risha
William
William
Risha
Risha
William
Sneak Peek of The Three Rich Brothers
Nick
Hannah
Nick
James
Hannah
Nick
Hannah
Ethan
Hannah
James
Nick
Sneak Peek Of Knocked Up By The Billionaire
Natalie
Natalie
Natalie
Nash
About the Author
Copyright Notice
Copyright © 2018 Alice Moore - All rights reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.
This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.
Caroline
Holding my camera to my eye, my grip firmed as a smile stretched my lips. Carefully I adjusted my lens until everything in my field of vision was perfectly clear, and my smile only grew at how patient my subjects were. The bunnies were still, as if they knew I was watching them, and I took a slow, deep breath before my fingertip flirted with the shutter button.
I zoomed in on each bunny individually, taking a few shots each as they anxiously glanced around while chewing their clovers. Wild tufts of short hair stuck every which way, giving them a cuteness that domesticated bunnies didn’t have. Releasing a hot breath, I lowered my camera to finally glance away from the half dozen group.
“Kiki- tszt.” Fondness struck my chest as my dog crawled forward at my buzz, and I sat back on my butt to watch her. Images of the first time I saw her flashed in my mind’s eye; her partner had been killed in action only four months after being deployed, and no one could get close to her. Her dark brown fur blended in with the forest around us, making her less visible as she stalked up to the bunnies. Each move was fluid, practiced, and I grinned as I shuffled my camera in my lap.
Even my father had been impressed with how well I’d trained Kiki- Hell, he wasn’t the only one. For months I’d been worried she wasn’t taking what I was trying to give, but that all changed a year ago. I’d taken her on a hike, and everything I’d taught her seemed to click in her brain.
The rustling of bunnies scattering broke my reverie, and I pushed myself up to my feet to dust off my butt. Kiki’s vicious growling followed the sound of a struggle, and goosebumps rose on my arms. Glancing around, my breath caught in my throat as my dog slunk between the trees with a white and brown bunny between her teeth. He was big, with the short, fine fur of summer, and his lifeless ears dragged along the ground.
“Give…” Trotting up to me with high ears and a doggish grin, Kiki dropped the rabbit at my feet with a whine. Reaching to pet her roughly, I scratched the top of her narrow head before grabbing our dinner. “Good girl. Let’s head back.”
My boots crunched loudly on the dry leaf litter, and with each step the smells of the forest wafted into my nostrils. Huge pine trees rose on either side of me, tall and majestic, to block out most of the sun. Streams of gold managed to break through the thick layers of needles, but they fell in the background of my scope of comprehension.
“I wish I could find a really big, old buck… Then I could be happy with this trip.” The low grumble sounded loud in the silence, and I heaved a sigh as I turned my eyes to my camera. Easily worth more than my car, the device contained more than just pictures; my entire career was encapsulated in the massive memory card I’d bought for it. Pausing my trek to uncap the lens, I stared at my reflection with narrowed, searching eyes.
“… I should find a stream to clean up in… I don’t want to grow roots, do I, Kiki?” Softly Kiki whined, and I shook my head before capping my camera lens again. “That’s right! Let’s hurry up or we’ll be eating in the dark.”
Applying another layer of bug spray as the sun cast shadows between the trees, I sat on a rock to stare at the fire before me. My life flickered in the flames, and I breathed deep, steady breaths as I watched them dance. A small smile lifted my lips at my father’s image- of the discomfort on his face when he first told me about ‘girl things’. Of his tunnel vision as he restored a car for my 16th birthday. Of his excitement when I told him I got a dog, and that excitement turning to annoyance when Kiki appeared to hate him. Of his expression and aura when he told me the story of my mother on the day I turned 18 years old.
Propping my cheek on my fist, I sighed only for the fire to spew heat into my face, and I blinked hard. Bugs chirped in the growing darkness, but there were no other sounds; it was the perfect scene in which to think back onto how I got to this point.
“I wonder what that woman would think of me…?” Mumbling into the fire, I reached with my free hand to turn my rabbit spit before rubbing Kiki’s back absently. “Dad said she was a crazy, high maintenance bitch- in not so many words, of course- but you have to wonder. I mean, they were in their 20s… I can’t imagine women carry their teenage angst that far.”
I could hear my father’s voice ringing in my ears, and I closed my eyes briefly to take a deep breath.
Not all women are as level headed as you, Caroline. Don’t assume that because she made you, you’re just like her.
“Hmm-…” Thinking of that night over a decade ago still gave me chills, forcing my eyelids apart as Kiki twisted and groaned in contentment. “It’s a good thing I take after you, then, Dad.”
Huffing a laugh, I shook my head before uncurling myself to grab the spit. Eying the rabbit carefu
lly, my mouth watered at the crispy looking skin, and I carefully twisted a back leg until it popped from the hip. Kiki’s eyes bored into me as I set it down on a metal plate, shaking my hand to get rid of the burning before doing to the same to the other leg.
“Here you go, my good girl.” Such a polite dog. Kiki was careful not to snatch the bunny, her big, hazel eyes sparkling in thanks before she shuffled to her paws. She was short; I couldn’t remember the exact breed she was, but my mind always went to German Shepard. Rolling the cooked animal around with her muzzle, she snapped open the rib cage to release a huge puff of steam. Smart as Hell, too.
Groaning as I took my first bite, I closed my eyes to savor the salted taste of rabbit. Hunting was a hit or miss most of the time, but this was definitely a hit. “God- that’s good…”
Kiki’s eating sounds echoed around mine, as if she was enjoying the top half as much as I enjoyed the bottom. The rabbits legs had been big and muscular, and two were more than enough for me. Pausing to lick the juices from my palm and forearm, I couldn’t help but grin a little crazily at what my father would say if he was here.
He’d fight me for one.
“I’d kick his ass, right, Kiki?” Twisting to watch my dog gobble furiously, I nodded to myself and took another bite to talk around it. “Damned right, I would.”
Only when the sun was about to set did I push myself up, and my full belly pushed a soft groan from my lips. Resisting the urge to wipe my hands on my clothes, I grabbed an empty bucket to shuffle heavily from the fire. The night was warm and moist, and I only briefly debated putting the flames out before abandoning the idea.
Trickling water entered my scope of comprehension, giving me a direction that I followed aimlessly. The stream wasn’t even deep or wide enough to encase me palm, but there was plenty of water to wash my hands and forearms. Cool and brisk, the clear, clean liquid smelled fresh, and I cupped my greaseless hands together to draw it to my lips.
“Where do we go tomorrow, huh?” My question wobbled as I rubbed my cheeks roughly, and I swiped away water and grime to glance at Kiki. Her keen eyes wandered, ears stiff and alert, and I smiled as I shook my hands wildly. “I guess we’ll just get there when we get there.”
Taking the 150 feet or so back to camp slowly, I stared down at my steps from under furrowed brows. Big, red welts rose around my ankles where my socks had rubbed away my bug spray. Every short advance made the bites itch, and I let out an irritated sigh and shoved my hands into my shorts’ pockets.
The night was quiet, and I crawled into my tent before my watch read 10p.m.. Snuggling into my sleeping bag, I stared at the plastic dazedly to loosen my mind. I only had two days left out here, and then I would be going back home. Against the front of the tent, Kiki laid down to send a groan through the tent poles.
“I could stay out here forever, you know, Kiki?” Closing my eyes, I nestled into my bag with a heavy sigh. “But then I’d go insane. It’s only been a week and I talk to myself all the time.”
Kiki didn’t answer, and I listened to the sounds of the night in a stillness I couldn’t feel in the city. There was nothing better than this, I knew; there was no sweeter smell than pine, and there was no better sound than the chirps and rustling that floated through my tent walls.
“Wake me up in the morning and we can go for a run, okay?” My mumble was met with silence, and a huffed a laugh. If it wasn’t for Kiki, I’d probably go insane out here; there was no other way to put it. Without my father around to talk to, she was the next best thing.
It’s kinda messed up to compare a person and a dog, but they’re basically the same. Quiet. Pushy. Anywhere is a good place to pee.
“Good night, sun. Good night, moon. I hope to see you both real soon…” Humming softly, I nestled into my bag to make an earnest effort to go to sleep.
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Holding my camera to my eye, my grip firmed as a smile stretched my lips. Carefully I adjusted my lens until everything in my field of vision was perfectly clear, and my smile only grew at how patient my subjects were. The bunnies were still, as if they knew I was watching them, and I took a slow, deep breath before my fingertip flirted with the shutter button.
I zoomed in on each bunny individually, taking a few shots each as they anxiously glanced around while chewing their clovers. Wild tufts of short hair stuck every which way, giving them a cuteness that domesticated bunnies didn’t have. Releasing a hot breath, I lowered my camera to finally glance away from the half dozen group.
“Kiki- tszt.” Fondness struck my chest as my dog crawled forward at my buzz, and I sat back on my butt to watch her. Images of the first time I saw her flashed in my mind’s eye; her partner had been killed in action only four months after being deployed, and no one could get close to her. Her dark brown fur blended in with the forest around us, making her less visible as she stalked up to the bunnies. Each move was fluid, practiced, and I grinned as I shuffled my camera in my lap.
Even my father had been impressed with how well I’d trained Kiki- Hell, he wasn’t the only one. For months I’d been worried she wasn’t taking what I was trying to give, but that all changed a year ago. I’d taken her on a hike, and everything I’d taught her seemed to click in her brain.
The rustling of bunnies scattering broke my reverie, and I pushed myself up to my feet to dust off my butt. Kiki’s vicious growling followed the sound of a struggle, and goosebumps rose on my arms. Glancing around, my breath caught in my throat as my dog slunk between the trees with a white and brown bunny between her teeth. He was big, with the short, fine fur of summer, and his lifeless ears dragged along the ground.
“Give…” Trotting up to me with high ears and a doggish grin, Kiki dropped the rabbit at my feet with a whine. Reaching to pet her roughly, I scratched the top of her narrow head before grabbing our dinner. “Good girl. Let’s head back.”
My boots crunched loudly on the dry leaf litter, and with each step the smells of the forest wafted into my nostrils. Huge pine trees rose on either side of me, tall and majestic, to block out most of the sun. Streams of gold managed to break through the thick layers of needles, but they fell in the background of my scope of comprehension.
“I wish I could find a really big, old buck… Then I could be happy with this trip.” The low grumble sounded loud in the silence, and I heaved a sigh as I turned my eyes to my camera. Easily worth more than my car, the device contained more than just pictures; my entire career was encapsulated in the massive memory card I’d bought for it. Pausing my trek to uncap the lens, I stared at my reflection with narrowed, searching eyes.
“… I should find a stream to clean up in… I don’t want to grow roots, do I, Kiki?” Softly Kiki whined, and I shook my head before capping my camera lens again. “That’s right! Let’s hurry up or we’ll be eating in the dark.”
Applying another layer of bug spray as the sun cast shadows between the trees, I sat on a rock to stare at the fire before me. My life flickered in the flames, and I breathed deep, steady breaths as I watched them dance. A small smile lifted my lips at my father’s image- of the discomfort on his face when he first told me about ‘girl things’. Of his tunnel vision as he restored a car for my 16th birthday. Of his excitement when I told him I got a dog, and that excitement turning to annoyance when Kiki appeared to hate him. Of his expression and aura when he told me the story of my mother on the day I turned 18 years old.
Propping my cheek on my fist, I sighed only for the fire to spew heat into my face, and I blinked hard. Bugs chirped in the growing darkness, but there were no other sounds; it was the perfect scen
e in which to think back onto how I got to this point.
“I wonder what that woman would think of me…?” Mumbling into the fire, I reached with my free hand to turn my rabbit spit before rubbing Kiki’s back absently. “Dad said she was a crazy, high maintenance bitch- in not so many words, of course- but you have to wonder. I mean, they were in their 20s… I can’t imagine women carry their teenage angst that far.”
I could hear my father’s voice ringing in my ears, and I closed my eyes briefly to take a deep breath.
Not all women are as level headed as you, Caroline. Don’t assume that because she made you, you’re just like her.
“Hmm-…” Thinking of that night over a decade ago still gave me chills, forcing my eyelids apart as Kiki twisted and groaned in contentment. “It’s a good thing I take after you, then, Dad.”
Huffing a laugh, I shook my head before uncurling myself to grab the spit. Eying the rabbit carefully, my mouth watered at the crispy looking skin, and I carefully twisted a back leg until it popped from the hip. Kiki’s eyes bored into me as I set it down on a metal plate, shaking my hand to get rid of the burning before doing to the same to the other leg.
