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I hope she never stops.

“What are we hiring an architect for, Samantha?” I ask and nuzzle her nose.

“Well, we’ll probably also need a kitchen.” she shrugs. “And a place to sleep.”

“What else?”

“It takes months to build a house.” She lowers her gaze to my chest and I tilt her chin up to meet my gaze. “I don’t want to move all of our stuff into either this apartment or your townhouse. I’m not quite ready, and besides, I think we should start somewhere fresh.”

“Okay.”

“But by the time we find and hire an architect, approve plans, and the house is actually built, I think we’ll be more than ready.” The last few words are whispered.

“I’m gonna rush this process, sunshine. I’m warning you now. The contractor is going to hate my guts because I’ll be pushing him to finish every day.”

“I’ll warn Isaac,” she responds dryly.

“Are you sure?” I whisper. Please, God, tell me you’re sure.

“Yeah, my shoes are really over-crowded in this closet. They deserve better.”

“I’ll give them whatever they want.” I chuckle. “Sam, I want to give you the world. I love you so much, and I want to be with you, every day.”

“We can start with a big ass closet and sunken bathtub,” she grins and runs her thumb along my lower lip. I kiss the pad of her thumb softly. “I love you too, Leo Nash. Every damn day.”



The End





The With Me In Seattle Series continues in book five, SAFE WITH ME, Caleb and Brynna’s story. Watch for it in the summer of 2013.





Acknowledgements:



To my husband: Thank you. I love you, handsome.

My Naughty Mafia girls: Michelle Valentine, Kelli Maine and Emily Snow. Thank you for the love, the laughs and for your friendship. I love you guys.

To my beta readers: You know who you are. Thank you for being brutally honest and my biggest supporters. I couldn’t do this without you.

Renae Porter: You are amazing. Thank you for another beautiful cover.

Linus Pettersson: You were such a joy to work with! Thank you for sharing your talent with my readers and me.

Sulan Von Zoomlander: I couldn’t have asked for more in a musician to inspire this character. I appreciate the many hours of answering all of my incessant questions, and I appreciate your sense of humor. Thank you, for everything.

To the many authors who have become so much more than colleagues: Thank you for your friendship and your support. The indie community is wonderful.

To my publicist, Kelly Simmon of InkSlinger: You’re the best and were worth the wait. Thank you for all of your hard work!

To all of the bloggers who continue to work tirelessly to support and promote my books: THANK YOU! You do so much for this community, and it does not go unnoticed. I’m so very thankful for all that you do.

And, as always, to YOU, the beautiful reader holding this book in your hands. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for reading my stories. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed creating for you.

Happy Reading!

Kristen





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TROPHY HUSBAND


By Lauren Blakely


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Prologue


Present Day


The stars twinkle and the night air is warm as we leave the Tiki Bar and walk slowly up Fillmore. At the top of the hill, I see my friend’s maroon Prius that I’m tasked with driving home tonight. I point to it.