Revenge & More

by Tanya Kelly

  Revenge & More

  Kim Morrison knows she has a few indulgences that cause tongues to wag, with her fondness for sexy 5” stiletto heels, wine, loud music, and hot guys—not in that order.

  She loves the single life. Monogamous relationships and happily ever after fairy tales belong in exactly that…fairy tales. Kim once made the mistake of falling in love, and she doesn’t plan on repeating it. But a girl’s gotta have male company and can’t rely solely on toys.

  Millionaire land developer, Damon Black, arrives in Beechfield with one purpose. Revenge. From the moment he sees Kim, the woman who betrayed him, he is engulfed by memories he thought were long buried.

  Determined to get vengeance, Damon sets on a course of destruction. As the passion re-ignites between them, Kim is convinced she can enjoy the mind-blowing sex without getting emotionally involved this time.

  But when the past collides with the present, Damon must re-evaluate everything. Will his hate cost him his love?

  Genre: Contemporary

  Length: 66,745 words

  REVENGE & MORE

  Tanya Kelly

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  REVENGE & MORE

  Copyright © 2015 by Tanya Kelly

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Epilogue

  About the Author

  REVENGE & MORE

  TANYA KELLY

  Copyright © 2015

  Prologue

  “As I said to you on the phone, your uncle had no wife or children so he named you as beneficiary. But this will was done before he lost everything.”

  Damon Black nodded, still trying to come to terms with the fact that he was back in Willow Lake where he’d just buried his Uncle Tom. It had been a small service filled mostly with folk from town he didn’t know. After all, he’d only spend one summer here with Tom two years ago.

  He’d scrutinized the crowd at the service, looking for her. Dread yet also hope filled him at the thought of seeing her again. But she never came.

  “So I’m sorry to say, all he’s left you with is the possessions in his crap apartment and a funeral bill,” Gary Simpson continued, reviewing papers on his desk.

  Damon forced his thoughts away from her and back to the present. While he’d never expected a windfall from his uncle’s passing, he was surprised to learn Tom had lost the home that had been in the family for years. Damon’s mother had grown up in that house with her brother, but had moved out at the young age of sixteen. Pregnant and unmarried was a sin the old man refused to forgive.

  Damon grew up an only child, very close to his mother who’d worked her ass off raising a child without a high school education. He’d been devastated when he lost his mom in a car accident at the age of twenty. Bitter at the world, Damon had gotten into trouble with the law and his uncle bailed him out of jail and brought him to Willow Lake, putting him to work for his small home renovation business.

  It had been a great summer working with his uncle. They’d grown close. He’d been like the father Damon never had. Even though he hadn’t seen him since leaving, they’d stayed in touch. Damon hadn’t been ready to come back to Willow Lake yet but his uncle’s death forced the issue.

  “I can get you keys to his apartment. I’m assuming you won’t be staying and want to get back quick.”

  Damon nodded. He wanted out of this town as soon as possible.

  “I don’t understand. What happened that he lost the house?” he asked, drawing in his brows. “I know business wasn’t booming but he seemed to be getting by when I was here.” His uncle had lived a very frugal and simple life after he’d lost the wife to cancer.

  “Tom took out a mortgage on the house a couple years ago. When he couldn’t make the payments, the bank foreclosed.”

  “Why? Was he having financial problems?” Damon leaned forward, gripping the arms of the chair. Could this be the reason he’d had a heart attack so young. Too much stress? Damn, why hadn’t he called him if he was in trouble? Damon had accumulated some savings and could have helped.

  The lawyer shuffled papers and didn’t meet Damon’s eyes. His uncle and Gary had been close friends. His gut tightened with a sense of foreboding.

  “I’m not sure I should say anything…” He trailed off, finally looking up. “Your uncle never wanted you to know but I always disagreed.” The lawyer’s eyes which p
reviously had been blank and lifeless now held contempt as he regarded Damon.

  “He should have told you years ago and made you take responsibility. But Tom was always selfless and giving. In fact, a little too generous in my opinion,” Gary spat, not hiding his dislike.

  Damon narrowed his eyes and placed his hands on the desk. “If you’ve got something to say, spit it out.”

  “Your uncle put himself in debt a couple years ago to keep you out of jail,” he replied. “He used his life savings and took out a mortgage to pay for the crap you stole. He even hawked his dead wife’s wedding band to help you.”

  The lawyer eyed him like he was dung on the bottom of his shoe while Damon’s head reeled. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he demanded.

  “Don’t play dumb. I’m talking about the very expensive jewelry you lifted from the Morrison’s. Conveniently missing right at the same time you left town. Except you left your fingerprints all over their bedroom. The cops were ready to track you down and have you arrested, only your damn naive uncle offered to pay for it all if they’d keep the cops out of it.”

  Damon said nothing as Gary continued his tirade. The blood ran cold in his veins.

  “Either he didn’t believe you did it, which the rest of us knew was bullshit. Especially with your past. Or he was giving you another chance to do the right thing. But you never did the right thing, did you?”

  Damon rose abruptly from the chair, his fury mounting by the second. The lawyer shrank back as Damon towered over him. “Are we done?” he asked coldly. Gary nodded, his lips pressed into a thin line.

  “Yes. My secretary can handle the rest of the details.”

  Without another word, Damon strode from the office and out to his car. He tried to put the keys in the ignition but his body shook with anger and he dropped them on the floor.

  “Fuck!” he swore, slamming his fists on the steering wheel. But it wasn’t enough. He needed to hit something harder.

  He fought the urge to drive over to the Morrison house and smash his fist into his face. The man who’d always hated him and ruined everything.

  Damon scooped up the keys and started the car, roaring out of the parking lot. He sped through town and drove like a mad man away from Willow Lake.

  Rage trembled through him as he passed car after car on the highway, not seeing anything but a red haze. As he passed one car, frantic honking shook him from his daze and he looked up to see a big rig bearing down on him. He stomped on the brakes and veered back into his lane, eventually skidding to a halt on the side gravel. The frightened faces of the family he’d been passing ingrained in his brain.

  Damon lowered his head on the steering wheel, trying to regain his composure and calm down before he killed someone.

  As his anger dissipated, it was replaced with a cold, unrelenting hatred. They would pay—the three of them. He would make sure of it.

  Chapter One

  He recognized her immediately as he stared from the tinted windows of his car parked across the street from her shop. His eyes drawn to her slender figure as she stretched to reach the top of the window display. The knee length dress hugging her body rode up, giving him a delicious view of her legs.

  Fuck! Twenty years since he’d last seen her but his body reacted the same as before. His cock hardened against the zipper of his pants as he imagined lifting her skirt higher.

  Damn. She was still beautiful. Why couldn’t she have aged worse?

  Damon Black took a deep breath, pissed at his body’s reaction to the woman who toyed with him long ago. He sat in the sleek, dark charcoal luxury vehicle staring at her, his expression masked behind his sunglasses. The one and only woman he’d let near his heart. Not that she’d treated it kindly.

  His phone rang, jarring his thoughts.

  “Yes,” he barked into the hands free.

  “It’s all set up,” replied Mark Dasilva, his Vice President of Acquisitions, undisturbed by his boss’s angry tone.

  “Good. Anything I need to know?” Damon continued to study her as he talked.

  “No, it was a short conversation but the meeting is in the books. He didn’t ask many questions. Probably shell shocked to get a call from someone offering to buy his company.”

  “I don’t want my name mentioned or any connection made until the deal is finalized. Then I will personally meet with Mr. Morrison.”

  “Of course,” Mark answered, always the professional. Even though he was likely burning with curiosity in Damon’s interested in this small company in an even smaller town.

  Damon disconnected the call and reached for the file on the passenger seat. Opening it, he glanced at the photo his private investigator had taken last week. It was her… The one who’d been haunting his dreams for years. In the picture, she was outside her home watering flowers. Her long blond hair was tied in a ponytail and she didn’t seem to be wearing any makeup. She wore pink shorts and a white tank top. When he’d seen the picture, it was like someone had punched him in the gut—hard. She looked almost exactly the same as she did that summer.

  Damon reviewed the file the investigator had given him. Apparently she’d never married even though she was once engaged. It was the news of her engagement that had destroyed any remaining hopes he’d had. He’d been a stupid, naive young man who believed they were in love and soul mates.

  What a fucking fool he’d been.

  Her family had scorned him and hated him dating their daughter. The boy from the wrong side of the tracks and the town darling. It was the shit you saw in movies but was exactly the situation Damon had found himself in. His hands tightened on the steering wheel remembering what her parents were capable of. He could still hear their haughty voices and see their smug expressions when they told him he’d never make their daughter happy and that she deserved better than a high school dropout with no future.

  They’d gone to amazing lengths to make sure Damon was out of the picture. Years of hate coursed through his veins. But it was time for them to pay. He wasn’t the young hoodlum anymore. He now owned a multi-million dollar corporation that made her family’s money look pathetic.

  Damon glanced at his watch. Soon she would be closing the store. He made damn sure she would be attending the charity auction tonight being held at the resort he owned. Tonight, he would set things in motion. Revenge was a dish better served cold and he’d waited long enough.

  * * * *

  Kim Morrison stepped out of the cab gracefully, holding the jeweled studded clutch next to the shimmering satin of her dress. She walked with smooth strides despite her long legs and strappy, five inch stiletto heels. A flash of tanned leg poked out the deep slit at the side. She smiled as she saw her best friend waiting for her.

  “Lace,” she called and waved.

  Lacey Fulton turned to the sound of her name and her eyes widened as Kim walked up to her.

  “Wow, you look amazing. That dress is beautiful.”

  “Thanks. You’re pretty hot yourself,” Kim replied, her gaze on Lacey’s elegant black dress with the sequined waist that hugged her friend’s curves.

  “Where’s Reilly?” she asked of Lacey’s fiancé.

  “He has to finish an order for a customer so he’s working late.”

  Reilly made custom furniture and his work was a hot commodity in Beechfield. Kim didn’t miss the sadness in Lacey’s eyes. Those two were inseparable. She was happy her friend had found an amazing man she loved and would be getting married soon. They were a great couple and they almost made Kim jealous.

  Almost…if she believed in forever after or soul mates and all that bullshit Lacey spouted. Which she most certainly did not.

  Spare me the happily ever after crap.

  But since Lacey and Reilly had found each other and were disgustingly in love, a small part of her had a niggling feeling she was missing out on something.

  But then the next hot guy would come into her life and distract her. Speaking of which, she needed to find her next dis
traction.

  “What are you smiling at?” Lacey asked. “You have a very mischievous look in your eye.”

  “I’m wondering which lucky man is gonna break my dry spell tonight,” Kim replied, openly eyeing one handsome man not far away. He was older than the guys she was usually attracted to, judging from the gray hair at his temples. But it was a full, thick head of hair. The man stared back boldly, a small smile on his lips. Kim returned the smile, making her invitation clear.

  Lacey draw in a sharp breath and Kim laughed. She loved shocking her friend.

  “I’m sorry I asked,” Lacey said sternly but couldn’t hide the grin on her face.

  “What? I’ve been such a good girl for months now. Even my Light Saber actually died last night and muttered something about me getting a man in his last breath.”

  “Light Saber?”

  “What? You don’t name your vibrators?” Kim asked. “I always do. Probably why I get so attached to them. This one lit up so I called him Light Saber.”

  Lacey threw back her head and laughed and Kim chuckled with her. But she wasn’t exaggerating. The damn thing had died and she really did need a man. Preferably one with a large, hard cock.

  Oh yeah, she’d wrap her legs around him pulling him in deeper…harder…

  “Stop it,” Lacey broke through her thoughts and Kim frowned. “You’re practically raping that poor guy with your eyes.”

  Kim let out a sigh and turned away from the hot man. Lacey smiled mischievously and shook her head.

  “You know I’m going to have to find him again. I think he’d be perfect for my fifty card,” Kim said, referring to the fact that she hadn’t yet slept with a man fifty or older. “You know I don’t have that one yet.”