“My With Me In Seattle series is one of the most beloved series that I write. So when I created Lady Boss Press and these authors came to me and wanted to write their own stories within that universe, I was honored and thrilled! I think you’ll enjoy each of these sexy, contemporary romances, each linking in some way to my world. Get ready to fall in love all over again!” —New York Times Bestselling Author Kristen Proby
Eight all-new standalone stories set in Kristen Proby’s With Me In Seattle Universe are out this week and I am so excited to share with you little snippets from them all.
It was a short drive back to Taylor’s apartment from the restaurant. I’d never been here, but Becca told me all about it. When Taylor left Seattle, she didn’t take much with her. Becca said she sold most of her furniture and only took her personal things. New York would be a rental, since she didn’t plan on staying here. Now it was up to me to change her mind, and I would begin with an apology.
She led me inside the empty two-bedroom apartment, and by the sight of it, my heart sank. This was the end result of breaking her heart, a room full of boxes, and goodbye to the life I almost had with her. This was my fault, and there was no one to blame but me. I drove Taylor away. No, I can’t let her leave without trying to make her see how wrong I was for hurting her.
She hung her coat up and then took mine to do the same.
“Do you want a drink? Had I known you’d be here, I would have stocked up on your favorite bourbon. You know, the kind you drink when you shove the people who love you out of your life,” she said coldly, bringing me right back to that day.
“I deserve that,” I said.
“You don’t know the half of it,” she said in return and left me standing there while she went inside her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.
Shit! Come on, James. You can do this. She’s hurt and confused, and you need to start talking and telling her the right things that she needs to hear. The words you should have told her before you fucked everything up.
She came out with her hair piled on the top of her head. She had grown it past her shoulders over the past year with layers to frame her face. She was stunning, but I couldn’t tell her right now, not like she would believe me. She’s angry and hurt and rightfully so, but I’m going to do everything in my power to change that. She sat down with a glass of wine in hand, and then told me she was tired and emotionally drained from my sudden appearance tonight.
“Taylor, I’m sorry for hurting you. The man I was back on that day in my apartment is a person my mother would be ashamed to call a son. On that day, I was more like my father, and he was never a person I ever wanted to be. I hurt you because I was so deep in my denial, and I couldn’t see anything else beyond that. I wanted to believe that I would return to the game I loved, and it would love and welcome me back. I wasn’t ready to end it when I knew I had more yards to run and touchdowns to make. However, all those dreams went up in smoke when I lost you. I was cruel, and I know I hurt you deeply. You didn’t deserve it. I will do everything in my power to have you forgive me. Tell me what I have to do to make things right again.”
I was on my knees, begging and pleading my heart out to the woman I loved, and then I held her hands in mine and placed a kiss to them. She was silent as she cried along with me, and then I asked again.
“Please talk to me, Taylor. Come on, we never had to fake it. Tell me what you are feeling right now.”
“It’s too late, Patton. I’m moving to Paris.”