Their Cajun Queen, страница 1часть #1 серии Copper Creek Pack Series
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Copper Creek Pack Series
Copyright © 2015
Fiona is certain Fate is a mean kid with a magnifying glass who, for twenty-six years, has given her the proverbial middle finger and it doesn’t seem like Fate’s going to get bored any time soon. Something bad always follows her something good.
Widowed at twenty-three, Fiona Lafont has spent the last three years picking up the pieces of her shattered heart and building a life for herself and her daughter, Emma Grace. When an unexpected visitor from her past threatens to destroy everything, she runs to Copper Creek, TX and to her husband’s best friend and former SEAL teammate, Kell Creed, for help. In Texas, she finds more than protection; she discovers a whole new world.
Copper Creek Pack Alpha Declan and Beta Cade Creed have searched for their mate for years. When they discover, their cousin Kell’s friend, Fiona is their mate, they realize finding the feisty little Cajun widow was the easiest part of the journey. In order to claim her, they must earn her trust, protect her from those intent on harming her, heal her grieving heart, and convince her she is their destiny.
On the verge of another something good, Fiona must decide if she can let go of her grief and risk it all once more, for a second chance at love.
Will the dangerous men pursuing her, find her, and ruin her chance at happily ever after?
NOTE: Contains graphic sex, violence, adult content and language. There is no sexual relationship or touching between or among siblings.
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Their Cajun Queen
Text Copyright © 2015 Kasey Belle
First E-book Publication: August 2015
Cover and art copyright © 2015 Anna Josey
Digital Formatting by Kasey Belle
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To my husband of 25 years. Thank you for believing in me. This is only possible because of your unfailing love and support. I love you. Us against the world as always.
To my children. Your courage to live the life you want makes me proud and empowers me. I have always encouraged you to follow your dreams and to do what makes you happy. It has taken me years to find my courage and the belief in myself, that I could do this, that I could and should follow my dreams. One day I found myself looking at my life. I had made changes in improving my circumstances both emotionally and physically. I quit a job I hated and had worked for seven years that had emotionally and physically drained me and made me hate people. I lost the fifty pounds I gained from said job. I had hurt my back and was working to physically improve my situation though working a typical nine-to-five job was no longer viable. I was lost. Lost in that space between what I have always been told I should do and what I wanted and dreamed to do.
So one day I could no longer ignore ‘my muse’. I picked up my laptop and started to pound out the words in my brain, at first when no one was home, embarrassed that I was a forty-three-year-old woman was indulging in childhood dreams. Then I built up the courage after I read through some of my work to tell my family (stupid I know) that I was writing a book and wanted to publish (red face/looking at shoes). ‘There was no what are you crazy?’, or, ‘Seriously? You’ll suck at it.’ Nope, nothing, but smiles and ‘go for its’. So I did and here we are, with people reading my published work. I hope my readers enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
To my muse. Thank you for not giving up on me. My muse has spoken to me for years and I finally decided to listen. Hmm...That sounds so much better than, ‘I have heard voices for years’. I have to say some of their ideas are better than others, but most of them have a tendency to get me into trouble. LOL!
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For the fallen and their families.
The fallen are never forgotten,
they live on in the hearts and memories
of those they leave behind.
“They shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning.
We will remember them.”
A Letter to Fee
My Beautiful Fee,
Yesterday you gave me the most precious gift and I have no words to tell you how thankful I am for you and our little girl. I know it seems odd for me to write a farewell letter the day after our daughter was born, but we are going out tomorrow and there is always a chance, things will go ass up. I love you so much Fiona. I don’t even know Emma Grace and I love her more than anything. If you are reading this, then I died with my brothers and I will not be returning to you. They have succeeded in taking me away from you. Please know that I didn’t go willingly that I fought with every breath and all my strength to stay with you. To come back to you. Please don’t hate me for leaving you. I couldn’t bear it if I knew that would be the case. I would never willingly leave you for forever.
There are so many things I want to say to you. Something that will comfort you and help hold you together, but I can’t seem to put them into words. How do you put a touch, a kiss, or a hug into words? I hope you can feel my arms around you and kissing you. I am there with you Fiona. Like everything else, we will get through this together.
I take solace in knowing there was never anything left unsaid between us. We had no lingering anger or harsh words, only love, acceptance, and truth. I hope you find comfort in that. My only regret is that I will not be growing old with you. I won’t ever be able to hold you or kiss you again. I won’t smell you on my skin all day after I’ve made love to you. I won’t watch you cry at your first gray hair or first wrinkle. I won’t get to tell you it doesn’t matter. I won’t be able to roll my eyes at you when you rearrange the furniture only to put it back again the next day. Please excuse my ramblings, I don’t know how to say goodbye to you.
Tell Emma Grace that I loved her from the moment she existed and that I am sorry. I hate like hell that I won’t watch our little girl grow up or any of our other kids, I’d hoped to have with you. I’m sorry that I won’t be able to walk her to class on her first day of school. I won’t be able to bandage her first skinned knee. I won’t be cleaning my gun when boys come to the house to try to date her. Did I mention she isn’t allowed to date? I wish I could be the one to walk her down the aisle. However, I will be there. You tell her that. Tell her that I will be there, watching over her.
My sweet Cher, I have never loved another the way that I have loved you. There has never been a woman who as so fully consumed me in all ways, as you. Every breath, every thought and every action has been for you since the second I laid eyes on you my sweet, purple haired pierced troublemaker. You are perfect from your beautiful soulful brown eyes, loving heart, sweet pussy, and your heart shaped ass. I know I’m a poet. What can I say?
Let Kell take care of you. I know you don’t like to rely on anyone; well anyone except me and Shelly, but you can count on Kell. He will look after you and Emma Grace. Whatever you need, he’s there. He knows about all the investments, the parent’s inheritance, and the trust for Emma Grace. You can trust him with all of it. He’s a brother and a friend, now he’s yours.
I know you will be sad for a while and grieve for some time, but not forever. I mean it, Fiona. You aren’t allowed to be sad forever. The world can’t exist without your light. I want you to move on when the time is right. You will know when that is. I know you think I am irreplaceable, but I am not the one who can’t be replaced in this relationship. That person has and always will be you Fiona.
Thank you for giving your body, soul, and heart to me, but more importantly your trust. You couldn’t have given me a more precious gift. Your trust has meant more to me then you wearing my ring and taking my name. I will carry that with me always. I never thought I would be saying this, my Cher, but I have to set you free now. I can no longer be yours. Find another who will make you happy. Someone who will be kind to you and Emma Grace. Someone who will love you both without condition. Someone who will cherish you, protect you, and give you the life that I only dreamed of giving you. That is my last request as your husband and best friend. Be happy my beautiful wife. Spread those beautiful wings and fly. Be free.
I wonder if I will still dream of you. God, I hope so. I would hate to know I have to spend the rest of eternity not seeing your beautiful face.
Goodbye my love. I will love you always,
P.S. Kiss Emma Grace for me every day and tell her “Daddy loves her.”
Three years later
Finally, it was four in the afternoon and the end of her shift. Fiona was exhausted, she dragged herself to the nurse’s lounge to gather her things from her locker. It had been another long day in the ER. A pile up on the interstate, a drive by, and a house fire kept her busy and running ragged her entire shift, but, it was the visit from her stepfather that had her thankful to be out of here. She hadn’t seen the man in years and he showed up out of the blue looking for money. Even after all these years the man scared her and when she saw him standing there in the emergency room lobby her first thought was to run get Emma Grace and hide. Even now, her reaction infuriated her. She wasn’t that scared little girl anymore. Still his visit this morning had left her on edge and she wanted to get out of here. His presence today had tainted one of the places she loved. Fiona was so happy to see the end of her shift she wanted to cry and shout with joy all at the same time.
Throughout the rest of her shift, Fiona fought the urge to call and check on Emma Grace. She knew if there had been an issue, she would have been notified. Emma Grace was safe and secure in daycare. If she had called to check on her daughter, then she would have had to tell Shelly why. Then Shelly would call Max, then Max would call Kell, and that’s how three ring circuses got started.
Fiona hadn’t been able to stop replaying his impromptu visit over and over in her mind. She’d been so distracted by it that she was lucky she hadn’t made a mistake that cost some unlucky patient their life. Even now, hours later, she couldn’t let it go. Fiona leaned her forehead against her locker and growled. Damn that man. Until today, she had only seen her stepfather once after she’d been removed from his custody at the age of six, and once had been enough.
Fiona was in Trauma Two restocking and counting the supplies after their latest case. She just finished the last cabinet when Bridgett, one of the triage nurses, stuck her head in the door, and uttered words that Fiona never expected to hear.
“Hey Fee, there’s a man at the check-in desk looking for you. He says he’s your father? That he needs to see you?” Bridgett asked looking worried and confused. “I thought-.”
She knew what Bridgett thought. Fiona had worked at University Hospital for a few years now and everyone knew she claimed David’s late parents as her own.
Fiona met Bridgett’s eyes. “Call security and have them meet me in the lobby.” She skirted around Bridgett and took off down the hallway.
“Do I need to send someone upstairs?”
The question made Fiona hesitate for a moment. “No.” She told Bridgett. Shelly knew about Walt Maddox. Fiona knew her best friend would call security if he showed his face upstairs. “Just have them meet me in the lobby.”
It took everything Fiona had to push through thos
Fiona stepped through the double doors and there he was. His eyes met hers. Everything he had ever done to her was right there in this room with them, every beating, every vile look, and every inappropriate touch. Twenty years had not erased any of it. She wanted to vomit.
Walt Maddox wasn’t a big man. He was average. Average height, average build, average face, completely unforgettable, until you looked past all the ordinary. When you did that, you found nothing but pure evil. It was there in the cold calculation of his gaze. She knew it well. It was the same one he had when she was little and the last time she’d seen him at sixteen. All the horrible nasty things he had done and wanted to do to her were there in his eyes. Fiona suppressed the shudder that tried to work its way up her spine. Although it was hard not to, she would not show her fear. It gave him power. He got off on it.
Fiona stopped a few feet from him, crossed her arms over her chest to hold onto the anger she wrapped around herself like an impenetrable suit of armor, and looked the smug bastard in the eye. “What do you want Walt?”
“Is that anyway to greet your daddy?” His lips curved into a smug, leering smirk and she itched to smack it off his face.
Heavy rapid footsteps behind her told Fiona she was no longer alone. Walt lost some of his confidence when he saw the two large security guards. She glanced over her shoulder at the uniformed men who now watched over her. The men nodded at Fiona, letting her know all they waited on was her instruction.
“I’ll ask one last time. What do you want?”
“We need to talk.”
Fiona snorted. He couldn’t be serious. “You are out of your fucking mind if you think we need to do anything. If you have something to say, say it, then go. You are not welcome here or anywhere near me. Last time I checked, the order of protection was still in effect. You are breaking the law by being here. All I have to do is pick up the phone, call the police, and you go back to jail. You know I’ll do it, so get on with it.”