by Logan Chance
“I’ll be right there,” he informs him.
I stand, and before I leave him to finish up his business, he pulls me in for another reassuring embrace. “I’ll be talking to my attorney for you,” his tone leaves no room for argument, “because although we should turn the other cheek at times, this isn’t one of them.”
I smile and give him a squeeze.
On my way home to mope, my miracle comes in an unexpected form—Chelsea Sincock.
I pull into a mini mart lot to take her call.
“Jonah told me about what happened with you and my brother,” she says after I greet her. “So I bought your book, the right one, and I did a thing.”
“A thing?”
“Well, I loved it, so I wanted people to know. So I did a post about it.”
I sit up straight in my seat, stunned. “Thank you, Chelsea.” I don’t even know how to thank her, or better yet what I can do to repay her. Or why she would do this. And then I ask about what I care about most, “How is Declan?”
“Well, he’s Declan. I’m a firm believer in love, and you two are meant to be. And none of that changes my opinion of your book. I really did love it. And the scenes were on fire.”
I smile. “Thank you.” And then my smile fades, because well, I don’t have him.
We chat for a few more minutes and she makes me promise we will get together soon. After we hang up, I pull up the internet on my phone and find Chelsea’s post about Love Doctor. Not only has Chelsea shared my book, she’s told them not to confuse it with the fake.
Thousands of people have commented, saying they just bought it. I can’t believe the hype and buzz I see about my book being created by Chelsea. I like her video, and comment with a thank you and a million crying emojis. For all the bad like Pru, there’s good like Chelsea.
I pull up my sales and whoa—whoa—the sales number is staggering. It all feels a little hollow, though, because of how it all came to be.
Maybe I should go to New York to see him? Tell him how I feel about him.
I want to be with Declan, more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life. So, even if this is me declaring my love for a man who may not love me back, I have to take that chance. It may be heartbreaking, it may crush my soul, but I have to at least try. Because, well, you never know. My mind is made up. While I sit in the mini mart lot, with people filtering in and out, I decide I’m going to New York. If I were writing this novel, she wouldn’t give up. No one wants to read about that. No, she’d run through the airport right before his plane takes off, or hold a boombox over her head and play his favorite song, or ride up to him in a white limo with flowers in hand to declare her love. My whole life I’ve always done what others expected of me. And now I know that’s not necessary. And then I do what’s really unexpected...I unpublish my novel.
31
Declan
"Observation, Reason, Human Understanding, Courage; these make the physician."
―Martin H. Fischer
Have I mentioned that just because my sister is a famous movie star doesn’t mean she’s not annoying? On the flight home to LA, my conversation with her on the way to the airport kept finding its way back in my head.
“Wait, the girl you fell for wrote a book about having sex with you...and that’s a bad thing?”
“Well, she lied to me.”
“Would you have helped her had she told you the truth?”
“Probably. Maybe. I don’t know.”
“I can’t believe you’ve fallen for a romance novelist. Have you read her book?”
“No, but I’m sure it’s good. And I’m not just saying that because I’m in love with the girl or anything.”
“Mhm.”
And then I realized I am in love with Rose.
And I said it again in my mind just to hear it, and it didn’t sound crazy or wrong.
“Well, does any of it matter? I mean, you’ll be living in New York, her in Cali. Unless you do something about it. Just sayin.’”
See, annoying. So, once the plane took off, I ended up pulling up the ebook store and did a quick search of Love Doctor. I scrolled through the abs and stopped on Ruby Red and purchased the book. And now I can’t stop reading. I’ve read it all in one-sitting, laughing along as Annette falls in love with her boss. Who is much better than Eclan Bigcock, I might add. I’m a little in awe of Rose right now.
When I land at the LAX airport, I hail a cab to get me to Rose’s apartment. The sun has long set over the Pacific Ocean, and I have no idea what I’ll say to her when I see her, but I know I can’t spend one more miserable day without her.
The palm trees sway as the cab driver cruises through the streets, bringing me closer to her.
He parks by the large bougainvillea bush next to the walkway of her place. A gentle breeze rushes past me as I step from the car. I grab my bag, rush up the stairs, and knock.
She opens the door with a whoosh, looking like an angel in a flowy white sundress. “Declan?” She smiles, faintly. “I was on my way to New York...to find you.”
“Why?”
She looks up at me. “Because I love you.”
Fuck. The power of those words. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
And then I kiss her, long and deep, wrapping my arms around her tiny waist. “I love you too,” I murmur against her lips. “I quit the job in New York.”
Her eyebrows shoot up with surprise and she pulls back. “You what? Why?”
“Because I love you.”
She shakes her head. “You can’t quit that job for me. I won’t allow it.” She’s cute when she’s all riled up.
“Well, it’s too late, because I did.”
She shakes her head again. “No, you need to call Dr. Dale, tell him you made a mistake.”
I tighten my arm around her waist. “The only mistake I made was not telling you I love you sooner.” She gets this love look on her face, and I move in, drawing her lips to mine, kissing her, sliding my tongue between her lips. She opens for me, her tongue meeting mine, and I pull her closer. So damn good. I like kissing her like this. Like when she’s mine. And I’m hers. And that’s how it will stay, no matter where we end up.
Epilogue
Rose
When I write, I like to leave my characters at their happiest. And if I were writing my story, it would never end. Because every day is the happiest.
We didn’t stay in LA long. Just long enough to have a grand send off, and for Declan and I to pack up all my belongings and ship them to New York.
Dr. Houston Dale was very understanding, said he’d done crazy things for love himself, and Declan was able to keep his job.
I thought I’d miss LA, but you know what? I love New York’s kick-your-ass vibe. Declan and I haven’t even begun to touch all the nooks and crannies.
You’re probably wondering what happened with Pru. Well, when we signed up for the class we all signed a contract. I’ll be honest, I didn’t read the fine print. Turns out, not only was there an NDA, there was also a form that said anything we brought in for the group was protected under a copyright, and no one could, in a sense, steal your scenes. Just like she had.
Christian had all the paperwork I needed, and Declan and I reached out to my father’s lawyer, and a few weeks later Pru unpublished her book, Doctor Love. But, that was a small blip for her. She’s released a zillion more times. I don’t care, though. I try my best not to dwell on the negativity. Her misery and jealousy is not something I focus on in my day-to-day life. I’m too busy actually writing and managing my new career.
Declan convinced me to republish Love Doctor that night he came to my house, and thanks to Chelsea, it soared up the charts.
Some days I have to pinch myself to make sure this is all real.
Since I’ve moved to New York, I’ve published another book—an angst-ridden follow-up to Annette and Gabriel’s story. Just because I’m happy, doesn’t mean they get to be. I’m a writer after all
. No pain, no gain. Love is funny, sometimes you have to be smacked right upside the head with it, like a foul ball at a baseball game.
As embarrassing as that was, I think that was the moment I fell in love with Declan. It was his smirk. That irresistible smirk. And his denial that his eyes are the color of avocados. They so are. See? I could go on and on. He makes me feel like I can conquer the world.
And I kind of feel like I have. Thanks to Chelsea and Nova’s support of my books, I’m able to write full-time and have been picked up by a publisher here in the city. My new series is about vampires. In elevators.
“Rose, you home?” Declan calls out as he enters our two-story brownstone.
“Up here,” I yell for him.
He rushes up the stairs, entering my little writing studio with long, loose strides and a languid smile, like he has all the time in the world to just stare at me.
“I got this for the dog.” He holds out an adorable frog for the husky we’re adopting tomorrow.
“She’ll love it.” I smile. “And it’s Thumbelina.”
He places it on her bed, grinning. “Yeah.” He sits next to me, his hand landing on my knee, squeezing gently. “How was your day?” he asks.
“I was just starting a new story.”
“Vampires?”
I bat my lashes at him. “That would be the one.”
His hand travels up my thigh, underneath my skirt and even higher still. “Maybe we should practice a few of the sex scenes.”
I move closer, draping my arms lightly around his neck. “I think that’s a great idea, Dr. Sincock.”
He leans in, capturing my lips with his. Every kiss is like the first. The same passion. The same butterflies.
I close my eyes, my face tilting, mouth opening just for him, and let his tongue caress mine.
And then he scoops me up, carrying me out of my little haven, down the hallway decorated with photos of Los Angeles, taken by his friend Jonah, and into our bedroom where all kinds of wicked things take place. And now today replaces yesterday as the happiest. And then tomorrow will replace this one as the happiest, and it will never end.
Extended Epilogue
Declan
There are two-hundred and twenty-two steps from work to my apartment. Steps filled with scattering leaves from a fall evening. Steps where I think to myself, I’m the luckiest man on the planet. Because, well, I am.
It all worked out for me in the end; I have everything I could have ever asked for.
There’s a few times over the past few months where I lost hope. I didn’t think it would work out, but I never gave up on my dream.
Sure, being a sex therapist was awesome. I like to think in many ways I helped people. And it also led me to Rose, the brightest, sassiest woman I’ve ever met. Her innocence and boldness is something I treasure daily. I’ll let you in on a secret...
Rose was part of my dream.
No, not in a creepy type of way, but in a she’s the one kind of way.
After seeing all my friends finding the one, and getting married, I felt like I was being left behind. I didn’t want to admit to myself that I was lonely, but I was. So, I threw myself into my work. Into a job I didn’t really care for. And after a while, I forgot about the dreams and goals I wanted for myself.
Until the day I found the angry sex note from Rose.
And let me tell you, sometimes I come home to find crazier notes than that on little sheets of paper.
What’s better than dating a romance writer? Nothing. The best part is working out the naughty scenes with her. The dirty things she writes on her notes. It’s my favorite.
Also, that study was right, redheads do have a thing for kink. And lucky for me, my girl has a wild side.
New York really is ...great.
And I hate to admit it, but Houston was right—I will be inviting him to my wedding.
“There is one thing I still haven’t ever done,” she says one evening as we sit together in our apartment, lounging on the couch.
“What’s that?”
A mischievous smile crosses her face. “Given a…” her words trail off.
I know what she’s getting at, and I spread my legs just a bit. “A what?” I want to hear her say the words.
“Blowjob.” Her lips are so damn plump, so damn ready for me.
“Yeah?” I run my hand over the bulge growing underneath my pants.
She scoots closer to me. “Yes.” She replaces my hand with hers, massaging over my hardened dick before unzipping my pants. There’s no mistaking the hunger in her eyes.
She gets on her knees, between my legs, her fingers hooking into my belt loops, and slides my pants down and off. The bulge in my boxer briefs is right at eye level for her, and she licks her lips again.
There’s nothing more in the world I want than to shove my dick deep down her throat. I cup her cheeks with my hands, angling her face to look up at me. “Rose, are you hungry for it?”
“Yes.” Her cheeks blush.
My hand tightens my hold on her head, my fingers flying into her wild hair. “Only if you want to, baby.” I would never make her do anything she doesn’t want to do, including this.
She nods. “I want to. Just make sure you tell me if I’m doing it right.”
The teacher, always the teacher with her. I lean my head back, closing my eyes as she pumps her hand around the tip of my dick after ridding me of my boxer briefs, and the sensation throws me into overdrive. I grunt a little as I lean into her touch. “That’s right. Now wrap that pretty little mouth of yours around it.”
She opens her mouth, sticking her pink tongue out to swipe at the tip of my dick.
I tighten my grip on her wild tresses, groaning at the feel of her breath along my steel-hard cock. “Suck on it, Rose.”
Her gaze meets mine, and she runs her tongue from the base of my dick to the top. “Is that what you want?” she asks me.
I nod, unable to answer my girl with coherent words. The anticipation is killing me.
And then shit gets real when she wraps those pretty lips around my dick. She takes it slow, ever so slow, sucking all over me, like she knows what she’s doing.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” I ask
She releases me to answer, “I’ve seen porn with it.”
Ah, fuck. My eyes stay locked with hers, and I thrust back into her mouth. “Keep going, baby.”
And she does, sucking and licking, bringing me so close to coming all down her throat.
She picks up speed. It’s taking everything in me not to slam as hard as I can into her mouth, fucking her with everything I have.
I replace her hand on my dick with mine. “Just keep your mouth open,” I tell her, pumping my cock.
She does it, sticking her tongue out just a bit, and her hands grab my ass. Her nails dig into my skin, and I fuck her beautiful lips.
“I’m going to come,” I say just before I fill her hot mouth with my release.
If you would have asked me a year ago where I’d be now, I would have never in a million years pictured this scenario. Sure, I’d hope for it, but I’d never think I’d actually be in love with one of the coolest, funniest, smartest women around.
And hey, that’s not a biased opinion. Rose is cool as hell. In fact, she has a thing for having tacos on Thursdays, and she leaves the avocados off just for me, ‘cause she knows there’s nothing super about them. You know something else she does really good? She loves me with her whole heart. More than I could have ever hoped to be loved.
And I try everyday to show her I love her just as much.
Acknowledgments
Thank you so much for reading this book and taking a chance on me. I hope you enjoyed Declan and Rose’s story. It’s sad to see the series end, and I’ve had such a great time bringing the four best friends, Jonah, Booker, Ethan, and Declan to you. I hope you enjoyed their stories as well.
As always, thank you so much to Paula Dawn for all your help and
inspiration with this book. Your friendship knows no bounds.
I appreciate you.
Thank you to Keri R., Rachel C., Angie S., Catherine S., Vanessa S., Crystal G., and Vanessa D. for your helpful eyes in reading over the book.
I’d like to thank the lovely ladies of my Facebook Group, Logan Chance’s The Dark Side. You ladies are truly one of the best things about being an author.
Thank you to every blogger, and reader who has ever shared, mentioned, recommended, loved, liked, or commented on any of my books. I appreciate your support in all you do. Thank you.
Rose’s story hit home for me in many ways. It’s a brutal world as an Indie Author, but I love it all the same.
I also wanted to say, a few of the places in California were made up for sake of the story. There is no pier in Santa Maria….that I know of.
Keep reading for a few sneak peeks.
Also, if you want to know more about Houston Dale and Marley, grab their story with STUDY ME, a student/teacher romance available now.
You can find Jonah in PLAYBOY, available now.
You can find Booker in HEARTBREAKER, available now.
You can find Ethan in STUCK, available now.
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