Finally Found You

by Carrie Ann Ryan

  Finally Found You

  A Tempting Signs Novella

  By

  Carrie Ann Ryan

  Finally Found You

  A Tempting Signs Novella

  By: Carrie Ann Ryan

  Published by Fated Desires Publishing, LLC.

  © 2015 Carrie Ann Ryan

  ISBN: 978-1-62322-136-2

  Cover Art by Charity Hendry

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  Author Highlights

  Praise for Carrie Ann Ryan….

  “Carrie Ann Ryan knows how to pull your heartstrings and make your pulse pound! Her wonderful Redwood Pack series will draw you in and keep you reading long into the night. I can’t wait to see what comes next with the new generation, the Talons. Keep them coming, Carrie Ann!” –Lara Adrian, New York Times bestselling author of CRAVE THE NIGHT

  "With snarky humor, sizzling love scenes, and brilliant, imaginative worldbuilding, The Dante's Circle series reads as if Carrie Ann Ryan peeked at my personal wish list!" – NYT Bestselling Author, Larissa Ione

  "Carrie Ann Ryan writes sexy shifters in a world full of passionate happily-ever-afters." – New York Times Bestselling Author Vivian Arend

  “Carrie Ann’s books are sexy with characters you can’t help but love from page one. They are heat and heart blended to perfection.” New York Times Bestselling Author Jayne Rylon

  Carrie Ann Ryan's books are wickedly funny and deliciously hot, with plenty of twists to keep you guessing. They'll keep you up all night!” USA Today Bestselling Author Cari Quinn

  "Once again, Carrie Ann Ryan knocks the Dante's Circle series out of the park. The queen of hot, sexy, enthralling paranormal romance, Carrie Ann is an author not to miss!" New York Times bestselling Author Marie Harte

  Praise for the Redwood Pack Series…

  “You will not be disappointed in the Redwood Pack.” Books-n-Kisses

  “I was so completely immersed in this story that I felt what the characters felt. BLOWN AWAY.” Delphina’s Book Reviews.

  “I love all the wolves in the Redwood Pack and eagerly anticipate all the brothers’ stories.” The Book Vixen

  “Shifter romances are a dime a dozen, but good ones aren’t as plentiful as one would think. This is one of the goods one.” Book Binge

  “With the hints of things to come for the Redwoods, I can’t wait to read the next book!” Scorching Book Reviews

  “Ryan outdid herself on this book.” The Romance Reviews

  Praise for the Dante’s Circle Series…

  “This author better write the next books quickly or I will Occupy Her Lawn until she releases more! Pure romance enjoyment here. Now go put this on your TBR pile—shoo!” The Book Vixen

  “I, for one, will definitely be following the series to see what happens to the seven.” Cocktails & Books

  “The world of Dante’s Circle series is enthralling and with each book gets deeper and deeper as does Carrie Ann’s writing.” Literal Addiction

  Praise for the Montgomery Ink Series…

  “Shea and Shep are so cute together and really offset each other in a brilliant way. “ Literal Addiction

  “This was a very quick and spicy read. I really enjoyed reading about Sassy, Rafe & Ian. I really hope there will be more of these three in the future.” Books n Kisses

  Praise for the Holiday, Montana Series…

  “Charmed Spirits was a solid first book in this new series and I’m looking forward to seeing where it goes.” RR@H Novel Thoughts & Book Thoughts

  “If you’re looking for a light book full of magic, love and hot little scenes on various objects, then this book is for you! You’ll soon find that tables are no longer for eating meals of the food variety … Bon appétit!” Under the Covers

  “The book was well written and had the perfect setting the steamy bits where really really hot and the story one of sweet romance. Well done Carrie” Bitten by Love Reviews

  Finally Found You

  The moment Presley Mackenzie walks into her kitchen only to find her boyfriend in a sweaty encounter with another woman on her kitchen counter, she vows to give up men forever. Between her testosterone-heavy day job, her broken heart, and her need to grow into her shoes, dating just isn't important.

  Mason Sutton not only just got dumped by the woman he thought he'd spend the rest of his life with, but now he finds himself healing the woman his brother cheated on. He's spent his entire life living in his brother's shadow only to find himself wanting the one woman he can't have.

  As Presley and Mason soothe each other's hurts, they find themselves falling for each other even as they fight it. But as they learn to forgive and fall in love, their pasts come back to haunt them and the future they thought they could have starts to crumble before it can take hold.

  Chapter One

  It is said that a kitchen counter can harvest more bacteria than a toilet bowl.

  Knowing that, Presley Mackenzie figured it would take more than bleach to get her friend’s ass print off the countertop after the woman finished having sex with Trent.

  Trent, as in Presley’s boyfriend.

  At first, Presley wasn’t exactly sure what she was witnessing. Yes, that was her kitchen counter. Yes, that was her friend, Stacy—former friend, now that she thought about it—with her skirt hiked up around her waist. Her now ex-friend had her shirt open, her bra glaringly red against her fake-tanned skin. That same ex-friend had her arms back, her hands clinging to the edge of the breakfast counter where Presley had once loved to eat and enjoy a fresh cup of coffee in the mornings.

  She wasn’t sure she’d be able to do that anymore.

  Eat there, that was.

  She’d never had sex on her kitchen counter. In fact, she’d never had sex anywhere except for her bedroom.

  With the lights off.

  And her back to the mattress.

  Quietly.

  Trent had always frowned on doing something as improper as giving into one’s urges. He liked things done on time, quietly, and quickly. In his case, the latter was spot on every time. The irony of what he frowned on made her want to scream since the man currently had his pants around his ankles, his belt buckle clanging against the tile with each thrust, as he banged her friend. The woman had one leg wrapped around his waist, the other on his shoulder. It seemed her hours in yoga were paying off.

  Not that she truly cared how flexible Stacy was.

  No, right then, Presley wanted to crawl in a hole and hide. Maybe if she did, she’d wake up and find out it was all a very bad dream. Hiding might not be the bravest thing, but it beat having to deal with this.

  God, she didn’t want to deal with this. For a moment, she wished she could walk back out and forget what she’d seen. Maybe even go back in time and stop at the store for milk or something so Trent and Stacy would have been done.

  Burying her head in the sand wouldn’t work though.

  It never did.

  Trent moaned then gripped Stacy’s breast, plucking
her nipple.

  “Oh, yeah, Stacy. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.”

  Nope. Not a dream.

  Trent needed a new phrase while getting his groove on—or whatever the hell this was. Just saying.

  Why the hell was she thinking about Trent’s sex phrases while he fucked Stacy? It wasn’t like Trent ever spoke during their times together. No, he merely panted a bit before grunting, his eyes closed or off in the distance. He never gave her the same eye contact he was giving Stacy.

  What a bastard.

  Stacy’s blonde hair shone brightly under the warm lights Presley had put in the kitchen. She hadn’t known Trent had a thing for blondes. After all, her shoulder-length brown tresses were nothing short of boring. Not that she cared. No, she’d never had a problem with the unruly mass of curls, waves, and straight pieces that decided every morning which way they would go. Most days it was all three. She just pulled it up in a ponytail or stuffed it under a hat and called it a day.

  She didn’t need the two-hundred-dollar dye jobs Stacy had every four weeks.

  Or so she thought.

  Nope.

  She wasn’t going to compare herself. Not when Trent was still pumping like a lunatic and Presley didn’t have any ice cream in her hand.

  “I guess I should have called to say I was coming home early,” Presley said, surprising herself. “Or maybe that was you two. Coming that is.”

  Well, look at her go, making jokes while she wanted to run and hide. Good job.

  Stacy looked over, a wide smile on her face before forming that perfect “O” as she came.

  Bitch.

  Trent, on the other hand, looked over, scrunched his face, and then pumped one last time before he froze. His lip lifted in a snarl, one eye squinted, and he moaned a weird grunt before pausing.

  Yep, that was Trent’s sex face.

  And yet her heart felt as if someone had ripped it out and put it in the blender at the sight of the two people she should have trusted the most on her kitchen counter.

  “You’re home early,” Trent said calmly. He then pulled out of Stacy, took off the condom, and waddled over to the trashcan.

  He bent over—so not an image Presley ever wanted to see again—and pulled up his pants. Stacy hummed a bit as she righted her clothing, and Presley seethed.

  Why were they acting so calm?

  Shouldn’t they be looking a little ashamed? Shouldn’t they be trying to hide themselves? What the hell?

  Nope. She was done. So freaking done.

  “Get out. Both of you. Just get the fuck out of my house.”

  Trent raised a brow. “Honey. Please. Don’t make a scene.”

  “Yes, darling,” Stacy purred. “It’s unbecoming.”

  Presley’s hands shook, and she tucked them in the pockets of her hoodie. She knew she looked like some grunge reject next to Perfect Stacy and Polished Trent, but grunge was who she was. Presley of the hoodie and jeans.

  The person Trent had dated for over a year.

  And yet, apparently, he’d been screwing Stacy as well. There was no way from the way they were acting just then that this was a one-time thing. Oh no, not with that cat-in-cream look on Stacy’s face.

  “I said get out. We’re done. All of us. I don’t care what you have to say, but I’m not going to stand here and listen to your excuses.”

  She loved this man. Loved him. She’d told him so, and he’d said it back to her, but he had to have been lying. There was no way someone could truly love one person and fuck another person on the first person’s kitchen counter.

  There had to be a rule about that somewhere.

  If not, she was totally going to make one.

  Damn it. She veered off track. Again.

  “I don’t want to see you. I don’t want to listen to you. I need you to leave and never talk to me again. Then I need to see about getting my counters replaced.”

  Stacy giggled.

  Giggled.

  “Out!”

  “Honey, if you’re getting your counters replaced, you’re going to want to get your bed replaced, too.”

  Presley blinked, her mind going blank. Her bed?

  They’d screwed each other in her bed?

  If she was the type of person to hit another, she would have done it right then. However, she was a Cancer, meaning she reined in the urge to slap that smirk off of Stacy’s face and took a deep breath. She would be the better person.

  This time.

  Then she’d find a way to mend her broken heart.

  Because, no matter how much it sucked to say, Trent had totally ripped into her in every way possible.

  Her eyes stung, and she forced herself not to cry.

  No. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.

  “Leave. Now.” Her voice wasn’t so strong this time, and she had a feeling from the look in Trent’s eyes that he knew it.

  “We will talk about what you just saw later, Presley,” Trent drawled in that smooth, condescending tone of his. “You’re just not thinking clearly. Once you do, you’ll realize that what you saw was a mistake, and what needs to happen in the future revolves around you and me.”

  “Hey!” Stacy screamed.

  “I’m so not dealing with this,” Presley mumbled and went to the phone. “I’m calling the police in ten seconds. If you’re not off my property by then, face the consequences.” Her words might have been strong, but she was numb.

  She thought she was going to marry Trent. She’d even thought about babies and new houses, and a future filled with his smile.

  That damn smile.

  Her heart ached, and her chin wobbled.

  “Get out.”

  Trent met her gaze then nodded. From the look in his eyes, she knew he didn’t get it. Knew he didn’t understand what he’d done wrong.

  Bastard.

  He pulled a screaming Stacy by the elbow out of Presley’s house, quietly closing the door behind him.

  He’d acted so…civilized.

  So…unmoved.

  Her boyfriend had just cheated on her in her own house, and now Presley had to deal with it.

  Oh, hell.

  With the phone in her hand, she shuffled to the front door and locked it. Then she dragged herself to the living room and sank into the couch. There was no way she’d be able to sleep in her bed.

  The first tear fell, and she choked on a sob.

  Trent had cheated.

  Cheated with her friend.

  That sharp pang ricocheted off her heart again, and she sucked in a breath, tears falling freely now. A hollow ache spread from deep within, and she shook, her hand clinging to the phone. She’d call her friends. Soon. She’d do whatever she was supposed to do in a breakup and move on because she wouldn’t let this kill her.

  But, oh God, it hurt.

  It hurt so freaking much, and she didn’t want to think about taking that next step.

  She wrapped her afghan around her and laid on the couch, tucking her knees to her chest. She’d deal with it all. Later. Right then…right then, she needed her tears.

  Needed to let herself feel the pain.

  She’d trusted and loved, and he’d broken her.

  She wouldn’t love again.

  No way. There would be no more taking that leap.

  Presley Mackenzie was off love forever.

  ****

  Mason Sutton tugged on his tie for the fifth time that night before checking his watch. Again. Where the hell was Lorena, and why had she asked him to come at a certain time if she wasn’t going to show up on time?

  Well, that was just like Lorena, he supposed. She liked to make grand entrances, show up fashionably late, and be the center of attention. When they first started dating, he hadn’t noticed it, but as the months passed, it started to get on his nerves. One moment, she was the soft and petite woman he’d grown to love, and the next, she was throwing her hands up in the air, lamenting the fact she was turning thirty.

  The dreaded thirty.

&
nbsp; She’d reached and passed that milestone two years ago.

  Not that he’d actually tell her that. He valued his life. And his balls.

  He took a sip of his beer. His head hurt from his long day at work and the fact that he was waiting for Lorena to show up after she’d demanded he be there. Normally, he wouldn’t acquiesce to her every wish, but he hadn’t had dinner yet and he was hungry. Plus, she was his girlfriend. If she wanted to go on a date, it shouldn’t have been a problem.

  Jesus, what was wrong with him? He liked Lorena. Loved her in fact. She’d moved into his place three months ago, and he figured they were on the road to a proposal. Maybe he should have been a little more enthusiastic about it, but he was comfortable with Lorena. He didn’t need much more.

  Great. Now he sounded like an asshole. He just needed to finish his beer and get some food in his stomach. Then he wouldn’t sound like an uncaring ass. He was thirty-two and ready to settle down. Lorena was the perfect woman for that. All soft curves and fire. He wouldn’t be bored with her, that’s for sure.

  He loved her. He couldn’t forget that. Even when she decided to keep him waiting at restaurant bar because, as usual, she wanted to keep him on his toes.

  Damn it. He drained his lone beer for the evening since he was driving then checked his phone again. What if she’d been in an accident? Here he was being an ass about her being late, and she was probably stuck in a ditch somewhere. He quickly left cash on the bar for his drink and the tip then got up so he could figure out what to do.

  As soon as he pulled his jacket on, Lorena strolled in.

  It was more of a prowl with the sway of her hips and the pout on her face. Once she reached his side, she swept her coat off her shoulders and laid it over the chair.

  “You’re here,” he said, grateful she was okay. If she’d been hurt when he was inwardly complaining about her, he’d never forgive himself. Though now that he thought about it, she looked perfectly healthy and had, therefore, made him wait on purpose.