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Reece Murdoch is back in Barrister, Wyoming after his military tour. Ostensibly returning to take the position of Sheriff, he plans to confront the woman of his dreams. After what they’d shared, he’d foolishly believed Candace Grant would wait, but all his heartfelt letters were met with silence. And now she is avoiding him and freezing him out.

Candy Grant is never going to allow Sheriff Murdoch a civil conversation, let alone a discussion. Oh, he’s interested—probably thinking he can waltz right back into her life. Except he’d gutted her, leaving six years earlier without warning and only eight scribbled words. She’s since lived a fast, shallow existence she’s determined to continue, and never get hurt again.

Reece needs a plan, one to address Candy’s propensity to speed while asserting his lawful authority—with handcuffs and a night of house arrest. Will the truth set them free?

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Release dateNov 21, 2014
ISBN9781772331165
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    Fated - Allyson Young

    Published by Evernight Publishing ® at Smashwords

    www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2014 Allyson Young

    ISBN: 978-1-77233-116-5

    Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

    Editor: Karyn White

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    DEDICATION

    Thanks to author Jennifer Simpkins for diligently reading everything I send her and providing such valuable feedback. And to Karyn White, editor and amazing mom who taught me about fancy dialogue tags and a new word this time around! As an author I’d be lost without my beta readers and editors. Evernight Publishing has treated me so well I’m forever grateful they accepted my first submission and we continue to have such a good working relationship. Finally, to my readers…I write for personal enjoyment, and sharing with you is the butter icing on my cake. Ally

    FATED

    Marking Time, 2

    Allyson Young

    Copyright © 2014

    Chapter One

    Candy Grant stared down at her phone, setting it on the front counter of her boutique, all the while blinking furiously against the moisture threatening to spill over her lower lids and drag her carefully applied mascara in dirty rivulets over her cheeks. That wouldn’t do. Not only did she have customers perusing the high priced items stocking the shelves, but her tears would signify both envy and ridiculous self-pity, two emotions she wasn’t going to let herself sink into. One errant tear somehow escaped, fortunately from the eye further away from the clientele, and she dashed it harmlessly aside, rubbing her dampened finger against her skirt.

    The Russell brothers had obviously figured out they’d driven away the best thing that could ever have happened to them, and she could picture them in hot pursuit of her best friend, Sinclair Renton. A smug smile, in direct contrast to her previous emotional reaction, twitched her lips, and she could only picture Sinclair’s mixed reaction when they caught up with her. Candy had total faith they’d work it out, and her friend wouldn’t blame Candy for snitching on her. Besides, who ran away on a bus? To Canada? What about the fact Candy had had to make do with email and phone contact for all those years while Sinclair was away at school? It was high time her best friend stayed home so they could spend more time together. That was, if Craig and Ashton ever let Sinclair out of their bed.

    Pushing away thoughts of the presumably happy threesome, Candy turned her attention to the immediate present. She’d decided to close a little early, and head out of town and hit a club in Sheridan, nearly a two hour drive away. Not really qualifying as a city, but at least it wasn’t here, and far enough from here to give her some anonymity. Lord knew her small town kept no secrets, and the county wasn’t any better. Her daddy’s money and status focused more attention on Candy than she preferred, especially when it curtailed her activities and carried tales back to her father, who was big on presenting a shiny image to the public. But that money also enabled her to dabble in things that interested her, like Sweet ’n Sassy Things, her boutique, a storefront that brought a little class to small town Barrister. And, she fervently hoped, some excitement.

    With another smirk, she watched old Mrs. Leffert heft a gorgeous piece of sculpture, a well turned piece of erotic bronze that would set any red-blooded, heterosexual woman’s blood heating. Mrs. L ran a thorny finger down the muscled back of the male cast in the age-old pose of coitus, his partner a lithe beauty, writhing beneath him. It was the gorgeous strain on his features, and the pleasured agony wrought on the woman’s face that told the true story, however. Not pornography. Not even close. Candy wished someone would gaze upon her with that kind of love and devotion to her pleasure, and her heart actually ached at the idea. She thought someone had, once upon a time, and hadn’t been able to forget him.

    An image of a scowling face, craggy brows drawn together over a pair of piercing green eyes filled her mind’s eye. Before she allowed herself to recall a finely crafted, sensuous mouth, Candy jerked into action.

    May I be of help?

    Mrs. L twitched, her stooping shoulders beneath the floral print of her dress dropping another inch before she faced Candy. The older woman’s face wasn’t pinched with judgment or distaste, although her pale eyes might have flickered with guilt or embarrassment.

    This is beautiful, my dear.

    It is. It was

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