by Skye Turner
A Southern Hospitality Novel
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Unwanted Desire
A Southern Hospitality Novel
By
Skye Turner
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Dedication
For my best friend, Tyf.
You are one of the strongest people I know and know you’ll kick cancer’s ass.
You’ve got this.
I love you, Ma Boo.
#EffCancer #TyfStrong #FightAsAFamily
Books by Skye Turner
**All books by Skye Turner are/ can be Standalones with the exception of the Novella.
BAYOU STIX SERIES
Alluring Turmoil, Book 1 Bayou Stix
Alluring Seduction, Book 2 Bayou Stix
Alluring Ties, A Bayou Stix Novella, Book 2.5 Bayou Stix
Alluring Temptation, Book 3 Bayou Stix
Alluring Infatuation, Book 4 Bayou Stix
Alluring Surrender, Book 5 Bayou Stix
JAMES BLACK SERIES
James Black, Book 1 James Black
DEAR DIARY SHORT STORIES
January
February
March
April
May
June
July
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Books by Skye Turner
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Epilogue
Playlist
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Sneak Peek of Dante’s Redemption
Chapter One
Ty
I’m looking around at the crowded bar, perusing the scene. Nothing here is catching my attention, though lately, nothing really has. I’d never admit it to my friends, but I’m tired of the song and dance of the single life. Sure, I take hotties home with me regularly, but nothing with any substance… No one that I would even consider having anything other than a rigorous bout of sex and a good time with.
Bently slaps my shoulder and nods toward the bar where a slew of women are hanging around, looking pretty, waiting for someone to buy their drinks. This is nothing new and we do this a few times a week now. I take a quick look at the miniskirts and stilettos and nod that I’m heading to the table, away from the bar. Bently gives me a dry look and shrugs as he smiles at the women and heads to the bar to waste his money on overpriced drinks.
I plop into the booth and once again check out the crowd, trying to see if anyone at all catches my interest. My eyes sweep past everyone, though several women try to make eye contact with me and garner my attention.
Letting out a huge sigh, I take my phone out and lean my head back as I check Facebook and try not to die of boredom. I hear Bently’s deep laugh and turn my head to see which bar slut has his attention. He’s surrounded by ladies and all are hanging on his every word. Yeah, he’s not going home alone tonight.
Shaking my head at the predictability of it all, I glance back at my phone. I’m engrossed in my Facebook Timeline, scrolling through half-naked selfies, duck-face photos, and political bullshit, when the seat dips down on the side of me, alerting me to a body in the booth.
Looking up, I see overly bleached blonde hair, heavy kohl rimmed blue eyes, and an amazing rack. Shit. I’m not in the mood for this tonight.
Cindee leans over me, giving me an unobstructed view of her perfect doctor created tits, and squeezes my thigh. I casually move away from her hand. She flinches but smiles at me with her full, glossy pink lips. “Hey, Ty. I didn’t realize you were going to be here tonight.” She licks her lips, making them gleam like a disco ball, and laughs. It causes her ample chest to jiggle. “My night just got a lot better.”
I smile at her, though I look over her shoulder for an escape. I am not touching her. Not tonight. Not ever again. She’s made her intentions clear and we are not on the same page. Fuck that. The sex was great, but I’m not interested in anything more and she’s determined we’re perfect for each other. Hell, she mentioned a white picket fence!
While I am about ready to hang up my philandering ways, it won’t be with Cindee. She’s a good time girl, not the kind of girl you settle down with. Her biggest goal in life is a full spread in Playboy.
No way, never going to happen. Not with me. I need to get away from here but I don’t want the shrieking, crazy woman to come out. Sexy Cindee I can handle. Psycho Cindee… No way.
Leaning back and creating a little more space between us, I calmly say, “Hey, Cindee. Looking good, babe. I’ve had a long day and I was just about to head out. I’m on call tomorrow and can’t have a late night tonight.” Her smile falters and I can see her eyes flash. Taking her hand, I lightly squeeze to attempt to diffuse the crazy. “Some other time, ok?” Yeah, right! “Have a great night. Be safe.”
Her teeth clenc
h and she purses her lips. Yup, time to blow this bitch. Psycho Cindee is almost here and I want NO part of that shit.
Looking over her shoulder, I try to catch Bently’s eye, but he’s too engrossed in his entourage. Scooting all the way to the other side of the booth, I stand up. Cindee stares at me and her face is cold. I smile again and salute her as I turn toward the bar and escape. “See you later, Cindee. Goodnight.”
She calls after me as I head toward the bar, “You’re passing up the best fuck of your life, Ty, and you know it. You will be mine.”
A chill races up my spine as I keep walking. Tapping Bently on the shoulder, I finally get his attention. He turns and as he sees my face, he asks, “What’s up? What’d I miss?”
I grimace and nod toward the table where Cindee is still sitting, glaring daggers at me, and rapidly tapping the floor with her fuck me heels. Bently looks over and whistles. “Damn, is she stalking you?”
I shrug. “No idea. But I’m not dealing with her crazy tonight. I’m rolling out.”
He frowns. “No, fuck that. Psycho Cindee is not in the cards for tonight. Let’s just go someplace else. I’m about done here anyway.”
I look around. Drunk faces stare back at me. Some look me over and smile in invitation. Nope. No response. Time to go. I nod. “If you’re sure you want to leave your fan club, fine. Otherwise, I’m just heading out.”
He looks around and laughs. “Yeah, I’m sure. I can find ass anywhere.” He slaps me on the shoulder as he tells the girls we’re leaving. They groan and he flashes his smile at them. He tosses a couple of twenties on the bar as he tells the bartender to fill their drinks back up. Turning to me, he says, “So can you! Hell, you can get more play than me any day.” He smirks at me. “It’s the red hair and the green eyes. You’re just so dreamy, Ty!”
I roll my eyes, punch Bently in the shoulder, and laugh as he winces. It’s true though. The ladies love me. “Don’t forget the muscles. Those help, too.”
I laugh as Bently continues to roll and rub his shoulder. “Ouch, fucker! I need that to save lives, you know!”
We both chuckle as we head toward the door. It’s dark in here and I’m over it. Just as we reach the door, it opens. The girls are not watching where they’re going and walk right into us. Reaching out, I steady the body that ran smack into me. She looks up and starts to thank me. “Thank you. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was goi…” Her eyes widen and I grin as I take her in. She sputters, “You!”
Still grinning but refusing to let her arms go, I run my hands down her arms to her hands. Encompassing them in mine, I lightly squeeze. She jerks them back and it makes my smile even wider. Leaning back, I cross my arms over my chest. Her eyes follow the movement and I see her catch her breath. My smile turns predatory. “Hey, princess. Yup, it’s me.”
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AnnaBeth
Coralee talked me into coming out with her tonight. I feel so trapped in my own life, I want to scream. She promised this would be just the thing to break up the monotony of the hell that is my every waking moment, if even for a few hours, before I had to return to being the dutiful daughter and perfect socialite. Being a Bellaforte is hard. Especially since I’m the only female who accepts the responsibility.
Our family has been in politics since before the Civil War. Daddy is a Louisiana Senator and has plans and expectations for his family. We are expected to present ourselves a certain way at all times and we always have to be the picture of old school Southern blue bloods.
It’s exhausting.
We’re laughing and I’m feeling pretty good from the whiskey sour Coralee made us before we headed out. I’m not watching where I’m going. Neither of us are.
Our arms are linked as the bouncer lets us through the door with an appreciative smile. Coralee smiles back and says loud enough that he can hear her, “Damn, why don’t men that look like that frequent the Club?”
I laugh and reply, “Because the patriarchs would never allow them out of the parking lot.”
She sighs and takes another look at the beefy bouncer. I laugh, yank her arm… and run into a wall. A wall of man. A wall of man that smells amazing. I hit him so hard, I start to fall backwards. The man grabs my upper arms steadying me. I thank him for preventing me from landing in a disgraceful heap on the floor. “Thank you. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was goi…”
I look up and all the breath leaves my body, leaving me gasping and lightheaded. Finally, I see him grinning at me and manage to sputter out, “You!”
Dear God, what is Ty doing here? Of all the places he could be tonight, he had to be at the one place I decided to come?! He’s caressing my arms. Damn, that feels so good.
His warm, calloused hands are rubbing light circles on my smaller ones. What would his hands feel like trailing over the rest of my body?
No. Absolutely not! Stop thinking about him and his hands. Why are you wondering about his hands on your body, AnnaBeth? Stop it. Stop it this very second.
You cannot think about Ty this way. That is a path you cannot walk down!
I look up and he’s smirking at me as I have a war with myself in my head. These thoughts are not me. It must be the alcohol in my system. It cannot possibly be the egotistical man standing in front of me.
My spine straightens and I smooth my hands down my tight jeans. Ty’s eyes follow the movement and widen as he notices the denim on my thighs. The smile returns to his face.
“I’m no princess, Ty. I just have standards.”
He throws his head back and laughs. Damn, he’s sexy. When he’s done, I’m just staring at him, daring him to say more. I should really just grab Coralee and walk away, but instead, foolishly I stay where I am.
His sage eyes are twinkling at me as he crosses his arms and widens his legs. I guess he’s not moving either. “Standards, huh?” He makes a point of looking behind me. “What? No doctor, lawyer, or politician-in-the-making on your arm tonight, AB?”
Damn him! No, there is no one with me tonight because I needed a break from that life! I don’t need this smug asshole throwing my life in my face. I’m well aware of the type of men I’m around. And I hate when he calls me “AB.”
Before I can respond to his taunting, the good looking blond with Ty speaks up. He’s looking between the two of us with a curious look on his face. “You two know each other?”
I turn my head and look at him. He’s very attractive, though not nearly as good looking as Ty is.
What!? No, stop thinking that, AnnaBeth Bellaforte!
Ty answers him, “We do. This is Tif’s sister.”
The dreamboat’s eyebrows rise as his mouth opens and he grins. “Well, I’ll be damned. Tif? My Tif?”
I can’t wait to see Ty’s reaction to the question. And why is his friend calling my sister “his Tif”?
Ty looks back at me and I swear his eyes are twinkling. He’s enjoying this. “Yup. Our Tif. He smirks at the blond. “She’ll never be your Tif. She’s after her rocker.” His gaze returns to me. “The ice princess here is none other than Tif’s baby sister.”
The Greek God laughs again and holds out his hand to me. I look at it in confusion. He takes my hand and holds it in what could possibly be considered a shake if not for the way his fingers are caressing the top. “I’m Bently. I work with Ty… and Tif. It’s very nice to meet you.” He continues to trail his fingers over my palm. It creates no response… no tingles, even though he’s gorgeous.
I slide my hand out from his grasp and smile at him. I can be polite. “Nice to meet you.” So, he also works with my sister. The sister who shuns her life and instead decides to work herself to death by being a paramedic. Sadly, I’m slightly envious of her freedom. Shaking those thoughts off, I gesture beside me. “This is my dear friend, Coralee.”
Coralee is checking out Ty and Bently and I can see the appreciation on her face. She’s looking at Bently like she wants to devour him. Yes, the guys are certainly attractive, but this is not wh
y we came here tonight.
Ty’s friend looks both of us over and smiles, showing perfectly straight, white teeth. As attractive as he is, he does absolutely nothing to my insides. He asks slyly, “Are you lovely ladies looking for dates for the night?”
I’m taken aback. I jerk back and my gaze flies to Ty. He’s noticed my reaction and is grinning as he waits for my response to his friend’s question. I’m not here for this. Grabbing Coralee, I push her toward the bar despite her heels digging in to the floor and her protests. I call over my shoulder, “No, thank you.”
Ty calls back with a face full of mirth. “You sure about that, princess? A date while you slum might be just what the doctor ordered.”
My insides turn to mush and my heartrate speeds up. No, a date with Ty is not what I need. It’s the last thing I need. It’s not happening. For my peace of mind and my sanity, I retort with false bravado, “I’m sure you don’t need me for a date, Ty. There are 365 days in a year and I bet you have sufficient notches in your bedpost to fill them all… Without me! As if I would date you!”
My comeback surprises him. He laughs heartily and my insides twist. He shakes his head and smiles as he just stands there. Finally, he glances at Bently and they share a look. I can’t read it from this distance, though the space between us feels like inches instead of feet. Bently smiles and heads out the front door.
They’re leaving. Thank God!
I’m starting to relax when Ty does something unexpected and heads toward me… away from the door his friend just walked through. My hands start to sweat and my pulse starts to race as his look gets more feral with every step in my direction. He stops when he’s right in front of me and just stares. His green eyes are flashing. He leans down and I’m frozen in place. He runs his nose up my neck and breathes inside the shell of my ear. My knees go weak and I gasp.
He whispers throatily, “You’re right. I don’t need you for a date, princess. But I want you to come home with me. Tonight.” He leans back and I can’t breathe. He’s staring into my eyes as my heart gallops in my chest and the bar at my back is the only thing supporting me. “You up for the challenge?”
