Authors: Sabrina Paige
West Bend Saints, #3
F**k being good. I won’t be tamed.
There are three things in life I’m damn good at: f**king, jumping out of planes, and chasing forest fires.
Settle down? With someone like Autumn Mayburn? Forget it.
She's uptight, smart-mouthed, and hell, she has a kid. She's ten years older than me.
There are a million reasons I shouldn't touch her.
F**k all of those reasons.
The single mama with the smokin’ hot body and the sass to match is going to be mine.
I hate bad boys. Especially infuriatingly cocky, womanizing, ooze-sex-from-every-pore bad boys.
I’m a mom. A businesswoman. I have responsibilities
The last thing I need is to get played by Luke Saint.
He thinks that just because he saved my orchard from a fire, he can tell me how to run it.
He thinks he knows what I need, what I crave.
The problem is, I think he might be right.
Copyright © 2015 by Sabrina Paige
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The characters' hometown of West Bend doesn’t really exist. It’s a fictional location inspired by a place that is meaningful to me.
To my husband, who endures having to plot with me and read my drafts and edit endlessly.
To my darling daughter, who is the light of my life.
To the authors and readers who’ve supported me along the way. This journey keeps getting better and better.
Thanks for sticking with me through this series! I know it’s been a long wait for Luke’s story, but I hope it’s worth it!
I’m sure you’ve read lots and lots of books since I wrote Elias and Silas, the first two books in the West Bend Saints Series, and you may have forgotten all about West Bend.
So, to celebrate the release of Luke’s story (and for a limited time), I’ve included Elias and Silas’ books in your copy of Luke!!
Luke’s story builds on the first two books, as far as what’s happening in the town of West Bend, so if you missed them when they released – or if you want a refresher – read them before you get to Luke!
To find Elias and Silas, use the table of contents or click the links below:
I hope you enjoy the series! All loose plot lines involving the town of West Bend are tied up in this book. I do plan to write Killian’s book, but it will be a standalone, related to the West Bend Series, but with no cliffhangers.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
LUKE (WEST BEND SAINTS #3)
**Note** If you haven’t read the first two books in the series – or if you’d like to refresh your memory about what’s happening in West Bend – the prior books in the series are
included in your copy of Luke
! This book builds on the first two books, so I’d recommend starting with books one and two before diving into Luke.
You get the complete West Bend Saints Series with this copy! Scroll back a few pages and see my author’s note in the beginning of this book or the table of contents for the links to Elias and Silas!
Today should have been the happiest day of my life. Today was the day that Edward and I had been hoping for these past four years.
The test was positive.
I took it three times this morning, just to make sure. Then I drove straight to my doctor's office and got the blood test. Still positive.
I did a happy dance in the office room. My doctor wasn’t just my OB; he was my family doctor. He’d known me for all of my thirty-four years, and I think he was as tickled as I was. He knew how hard this journey has been for us.
And then, two hours later, the phone call that changed everything.
"Now, Doc Statham, don't tell me that I have to come back for an appointment already," I said, my voice teasing. Nothing could knock me off the cloud I was floating on.
Nothing, that is, except the words that came out of his mouth after that. "Your father," he said. "I'm sorry, Autumn."
I shook my head, trying to get my brain to process what he was saying. His voice sounded like it was far away, like he was speaking to me through some kind of tunnel. "No," I said. "It's not possible."
"It was sudden, Autumn," he said. "Heart attack on the golf course."
"Where -- is everyone at the hospital?" I asked. "But -- they'll fix him. He's in surgery, right?"
"I'm sorry." He said it again. It was the phrase I continued to hear later, echoing in my head, rattling around in my skull.
, over and over and over.
I didn’t go straight to the hospital, though. I drove to Edward's office in a daze, dialing his cell phone twice, but he didn't answer. On the passenger seat in the front of the car was a little gift-wrapped box in shiny pink and blue paper, my "Surprise, we're going to have a baby!" box. It seemed tainted somehow. I contemplated not bringing it with me, but decided I couldn't keep it a secret, even if I were intermingling the news with the news of my father's death.
When the elevator reached the thirteenth floor, I stood there, staring at the number like it was some kind of omen. The floor was empty, lights glowing under the doors of a couple of the offices down the hall. Edward's secretary had gone home, and I wondered if he was at the golf course.
Maybe Edward was with my father when it happened,
I thought. Except that wasn't true. My sister said Edward was missing at the hospital.
Not like that's any big surprise,
she said bitterly.
My family had never liked Edward. But that was all going to change after this news. More than anything in the world, my father wanted a grandchild. Even if it the child would be Edward’s.
I realized. My father would never see his grandchild. The thought brought a fresh wave of tears to my eyes, and I didn't care that they were streaming down my face when I reached the door.
I didn't bother to knock before turning the handle.
I should have.
I stood there, holding the pink and blue box with the ribbon on the top, the one that contained all of my hopes and dreams.
hopes and dreams – or what I thought were ours. The words lingered on the tip of my tongue:
I have news. Good news and bad news
I'll take the good news first,
Edward would always say.
Because I'm an optimist.
My mouth formed the words before my brain was able to even process the scene before me:
But I didn't speak those words. They stuck in my throat, and I thought I might choke on them.
I stood there, my mouth open, unblinking and unmoving. Edward's pants were around his knees, his pale ass thrusting against the woman on the desk.
His secretary. Brittany.
Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her bright red heels digging into the small of his back.
"Oh shit," she said. I wasn't sure at first if the words were meant for me or for him. Her arm flailing, she slapped Edward's forearm repeatedly.
"Oh yeah, your fucking pussy is so tight," he groaned. “Squeeze it for me, baby. I love being bare inside you. I’m going to come so hard.”
"Your wife," she squealed, slapping him again.
His head finally turned. "Oh,
I stood there, holding the box that contained everything I’d wanted my entire life, watching my husband fuck his bimbo secretary.
When I finally opened my mouth to speak, the words fell out.
Good news and bad news
. "I'm pregnant," I said. "And my father is dead."