All For You (Rocktown Ink #5) by Sherilee Gray (fantasy novels to read txt) 📗

All For You

Rocktown Ink, Book 5

Sherilee Gray

Copyright © 2021 by Sherilee Gray

All rights reserved.

Editor: Karen Grove

Proofreading: Judy’s Proofreading

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

All For You - Sherilee Gray - 1st ed

ISBN

Kindle: 978-0-473-56192-5

Epub: 978-0-473-56191-8

Contents

About

Also by Sherilee Gray

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Epilogue

About the Author

Also by Sherilee Gray

About

Another loss. Another goodbye.

I was looking for an escape from the pain, I found it in a crowded bar—in a pair of hungry blue eyes. One perfect night with a sexy, tattooed stranger. No names. No promises. No messy emotions.

Except Mase Parker is no stranger. My one-night stand is the new sheriff in town—the same unreasonable jackass I’ve been talking to for months while I redecorated his house…and my best friend’s, recently divorced, older brother. I should stay away from him, we decided it was for the best. So why can’t we keep our hands off each other?

And when Mase makes it clear he wants all of me, I know it’s time to hitch my trailer and head out of town, because staying would mean risking my heart—but another goodbye might break it completely…

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Also by Sherilee Gray

Rocktown Ink:

Beg For You

Sin For You

Meant For you

Bad For You

All For You

Knights of Hell:

Knight’s Seduction ~ FREE Prequel Novella

Knight’s Redemption

Knight’s Salvation

Demon’s Temptation

Knight’s Dominion

Knight’s Absolution

Knight’s Retribution

The Smith Brothers:

Mountain Man

Wild Man

Solitary Man

Lawless Kings:

Shattered King

Broken Rebel

Beautiful Killer

Ruthless Protector

Glorious Sinner

Merciless King

Boosted Hearts:

Swerve

Spin

Slide

Spark

Axle Alley Vipers:

Crashed

Revved

Wrecked

Black Hills Pack:

Lone Wolf’s Captive

A Wolf’s Deception

Stand Alone Novels:

Breaking Him

Chapter One

Trixie

My car idled at the crossroads, indicator tick, tick, ticking to turn left. The headlights of my gran’s clearwater aqua green ’67 Ford Mustang lighting up the sign pointing to Rocktown.

Fifty-five miles. I’d be home in less than an hour.

My stomach gripped tight. I didn’t want to go back. Not yet.

Seeing my friends, hearing their words of sympathy, the looks and hugs… The pity. I couldn’t face it, any of it. I loved my friends. They were the absolute best. And they were going to be upset when they found out Gran had died and I hadn’t told them.

This was something I needed to do on my own, though.

I couldn’t share, not yet. The pain was too raw, too all-encompassing.

And the guilt? I sucked in a desperate breath. Yeah, I was drowning in it.

If Lila or Everly hugged me… If Addy tried to feed me while Cassy mothered the hell out of me, or worse, Quinn looked at me with those big gray eyes swimming with tears, I’d lose it. I’d shatter, and I didn’t have the strength right now to put myself back together.

The letter Gran left for me with her final wishes…god, every word was etched on my mind. I gripped the steering wheel tighter.

A heavy beat rolled out of the bar across the street from me, along with the muffled sound of someone singing. I glanced over. I just…I needed to lose myself, to shut it all out. I could do that in a room full of strangers.

I’d driven through this tiny town many times, but I’d never stopped before.

No one knows you here.

For a short time, I wouldn’t have to be me.

The last Faraday standing, the last woman, anyway—and so alone I wasn’t sure how to breathe anymore.

Wrenching the wheel to the right, I drove into the parking lot, parked Veronica—my gran’s name for the car—grabbed my purse, climbed out, and paused, looking down at myself. I wasn’t exactly dressed for a bar, but then I wasn’t exactly dressed for a funeral either.

The off-the-shoulder, bright red vintage dress clung to my boobs, flared out at my waist in layers of tulle, and stopped mid-calf. It had belonged to Gran, one of the many items of clothing she’d given me over the years and one of her favorites. She’d told me more than once she wanted me to wear it to her funeral.

None of this dreary all-in-black bullshit, Trix.

Her voice echoed through my mind, and my heart cracked a little more. I straightened my shoulders, lifted my chin—

Lily Allen’s “Fuck You (Very Much)” echoed around the parking lot, stopping me mid-step.

Scowling, I yanked my phone from my purse. It was Mason Parker—Mase to his friends and family—and the last person I wanted to talk to right now. I’d never met the guy in person, but I’d been forced to deal with him for three torturous months while I redecorated the Parker family home. Quinn’s surly, older brother was an arrogant control freak and drove me up the goddamn wall on the daily.

Shit, I gripped the phone tighter. I’d completely forgotten he was going to be in Rocktown this weekend, and since all the old flimsy locks on the house had recently been replaced, I was the only one with the new keys to get in.

Wincing, I hit end, ignoring it, and seconds later my phone beeped, letting me know I had a new message. Awesome. Against my better judgement, I called it up.

Low growl. “Yeah, Trixie, it’s me. We agreed to meet today, yes?” His deep, raspy voice echoed down the line. “Waited at the house for an hour and you didn’t bother to show, so not only could I not get into my own damned house, I couldn’t take a look at the wiring like I’d specifically come home to do, so thanks for that.” Silence. Muttered