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Dream a Little Dream of Me: The Thorntons Book 4

Dream a Little Dream of Me: The Thorntons Book 4

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last updateDernière mise à jour : 2021-10-03
Par:  IRIS MORLAND En cours
Langue: English
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Adventurous

Hate to Love

Contemporary

Independent

Sweet Love

CEO

Regret

Secret Love

"At seventeen, Lizzie Thornton left her hometown of Fair Haven to pursue her musical dreams—and to run from Trent Younger, the boy who broke her heart. Now a successful singer, Lizzie returns to Fair Haven nine years later. When she runs into Trent at her brother’s wedding, she discovers he’s no longer the shy boy she left behind. He’s a sexy, confident man who knows what he wants—and what he wants is her. When a night of passion results in unexpected consequences, Lizzie must grapple with prior heartbreak and with accepting that she still loves the one man she could never forget. Trent Younger grew up on the wrong side of the tracks, and he fought tooth and nail to establish himself as one of the most successful restaurateurs in Fair Haven. Yet he’s never forgotten Lizzie Thornton, the girl he adored, the same girl who left him to pick up the pieces of his life after tragedy struck them both. As Trent uncovers the layers of Lizzie’s guarded heart, he realizes that he doesn’t just want her in his bed. He wants her in his life—forever. Yet even as love rekindles, their pasts threaten to drive them apart. Unless they confront their demons, Lizzie and Trent may jeopardize a love that has already withstood the test of time."

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Chapitre 1

Copyright

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

Dream a Little Dream of Me (The Thorntons Book 4)

Published by Blue Violet Press LLC

Seattle, Washington

Copyright © 2017 by Iris Morland

Cover design by Resplendent Media

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.Dream a Little Dream of Me (The Thorntons Book 4)Published by Blue Violet Press LLCSeattle, WashingtonCopyright © 2017 by Iris MorlandCover design by Resplendent MediaAll rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
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Chapter 1
Lizzie Thornton grabbed her ex-boyfriend Trent Younger by his lapels and hung on for dear life as he kissed her, certain that she would either collapse at his feet or melt into a puddle from the heat of his touch.Trent growled deep in his throat, something animalistic and rough, and it sent shivers down Lizzie’s spine. He smelled so good—smoky and cedary—and he kissed like a fiend. He hadn’t kissed like this when they’d been teenagers, that was for sure. Back then, they’d both been tentative, learning how to kiss each other.This Trent Younger, though? He was anything but tentative.He licked at the seam of her lips, and she let her mouth fall open in surrender. A tiny voice in her head whispered that she should push him away and end this, but that voice got smaller and smaller until it disappeared entirely.She pressed against him, running her hands through his hair. He gripped her ass as he deepened the kiss.“I want you,” he muttered, kissing down her neck. “God, Lizzie, I wan
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Chapter 2
Gazing out at the cloudless blue sky, Lizzie tried to find the musical notes that were just outside of her grasp. They teased at the edges of her mind, and when she felt like she was close to capturing one, they fluttered away like butterflies.She sighed. Setting her guitar down beside the bench, she rubbed her neck. Now it was late July, and Lizzie hadn’t written anything in four months. It had been her longest dry spell to date, and a part of her was terrified that she’d never get over it.Her producer, Terry, had called her yesterday to remind her that he needed something, anything. “I can’t keep putting the label off, Lizzie,” he’d said exasperatedly. “They don’t care if you have writer’s block or whatever. Either they get a product or they don’t.”Lizzie knew she should push through whatever this was, but no music came to her. No lyrics, no notes, nothing. She was as dry as the desert.She’d told herself it was because she was distracted, but it had been over a month since sh
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Chapter 3
Lizzie grimaced when she saw Terry’s number pop up on her phone. She let his call go to voicemail, and she avoided listening to his message the rest of the afternoon. But when he texted her, she knew she couldn’t avoid him forever.Lizzie, it’s Terry. The label called me today. They say if you don’t finish at least one song within three months, they’ll drop you from the label. I’m sorry. I know it’s not what you wanted to hear, but my hands are tied.Lizzie sank down onto the couch and sighed. She couldn’t blame Terry—he couldn’t force the label to do anything it didn’t want. She hadn’t put out a new album in two years now, although she’d been touring up until last fall. She’d told herself at first that she was just too busy to write, but now she didn’t have that excuse. She couldn’t write. It was like something had literally blocked the words and the notes.She stared at her guitar sitting against the wall of her living room. It looked almost judgmental right then. W
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Chapter 4
A few weeks later, in mid-August, Trent sat in his car, not getting out for a long moment. The house looked even more dilapidated than usual, the paint peeling, the shutters falling from the windows. Junk of all sorts lined the porch—from furniture to tools to bags of God only knew what—and weeds had sprung up all over the yard. Trent had sent someone to mow the lawn to keep the neighbors from complaining, but he’d quit after mowing the lawn all of three times.Trent couldn’t blame the guy. He didn’t want to be around his father, either.Edward Younger had once been a prosperous man. He’d started in manufacturing in the 1970s, and he’d moved up the ranks until he’d made a good salary that could support his wife and five children. As the oldest son, Trent had looked up to Edward and had wanted to emulate his father when he grew up. Trent would get a good job and take care of his family just like Edward.But when Trent’s mother, Beatrice, had begun to sink further into mental illness
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Chapter 5
The next morning, Lizzie stumbled from bed and, after wrenching open the bathroom door, collapsed in front of the toilet to vomit until she had nothing left in her stomach. She moaned and shook, her skin clammy, and she wondered if she’d gotten food poisoning from those oysters the night before. But wouldn’t she have gotten sick sooner?She dry-heaved before lying down on the cool bathroom tile, waiting for the nausea to fade. She breathed in deep, slow breaths, her eyes halfway closed.“Lizard—Jesus Christ, are you okay?”She groaned when Seth crouched down next to her. She must’ve not locked the door. He touched her forehead, smoothing back sweaty strands of hair.“Can you sit up? Here, come on.” He helped her sit against the wall, and then he left for a moment, returning with a glass of ice water.She drank the water in long gulps, her throat burning. Finally, she looked into Seth’s concerned gaze and tried to smile.“Thanks. I’m okay. I think I have food poisoning. Too many o
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Chapter 6
Lizzie didn’t know why she’d agreed to come to The Fainting Goat. She’d told herself she didn’t care if she ran into Trent, and at any rate, she needed to tell him her news. She’d told Seth that she wasn’t going to avoid all of Trent’s restaurants like she needed to be ashamed of herself. Seth had grumbled but, to her surprise, hadn’t protested anymore and had agreed to meet her at the bar that evening.Now, standing in the hallway and staring at Trent, who wasn’t saying anything, Lizzie felt the edges of her vision blacken. Dizziness swamped her, and then her knees gave out. She vaguely remembered hearing Trent call her name before she lost consciousness.She woke up on the floor. Trent was kneeling over her on one side, Seth on the other. Groaning, she took a deep breath to stave off the nausea. Her head pounded, and she wasn’t sure if she was going to faint again or just puke.“Lizzie, can you hear me?” Trent asked. He touched her face with gentle fingers before pulling out his p
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Chapter 7
Trent tipped his beer back and stared off into the distance, the moon hanging low and bright. At one of his favorite parks—a park he and Lizzie would disappear to when they were younger—he climbed up onto the largest gazebo and sat there for hours. He’d brought a few beers from his place after deciding that the last thing he wanted to do was to stay home and stare at the walls.So, he’d decided to go out and stare at the moon instead.Would you go to the ends of the earth for me?I’d go to the moon for you.He grunted. What an idiot he’d been for Lizzie as a teenager. One look at her and he’d fallen so hard it was amazing he hadn’t gotten whiplash. All she’d had to do was bat her eyelashes and convince him to do that scene from Much Ado About Nothing and wham! He’d fallen for her.When she’d kissed him, he’d known his life would never be the same.He laughed, although it was a bitter laugh. Lizzie was pregnant—again. With his child. He couldn’t believe it.And yet… it made a str
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Chapter 8
Lizzie awoke to rain. It pattered against the roof, and she rose from her bed with a wide yawn. She watched the rain fall, a little surprised to see it raining in late August. Tracing patterns on the glass of the window, she tried to order her thoughts, but mostly, she was just tired.“Do you hear the rain?” she murmured, touching her belly. She wasn’t showing much, but when she looked in the mirror, she could see a little bump beginning to form.Her heart squeezed with so much love it threatened to overwhelm her. Oh, baby, I want you so much. Do you know that?The circumstances weren’t ideal, to say the least, but Lizzie couldn’t help but feel joyous that this new life would join her. This child would never fill the hole in her heart where her first baby lay, but this felt like a chance to make things right.It was a chance to be the mother that she hadn’t gotten to be.She found Seth sitting on the couch in the living room, his feet propped up on the coffee table. He didn’t
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Chapter 9
Trent dreamed of his mother that night.He didn’t dream about her as often as he used to. Sometimes he even thought he’d moved on from her death. But then the dreams and the memories would return with a force to knock the breath out of him.He was fourteen again. Tall for his age but skinny, he’d been a loner in middle school. It didn’t help that the Younger family had a reputation: a deadbeat father and crazy mother, the kids would whisper. There’d been more than one instance where a kid would act like if Trent got too close the crazy would rub off from him like a disease.Trent had punched that kid in the nose and ended up with detention for two weeks straight.He dreamed he was in his childhood home, yet it wasn’t the same house. The walls kept shifting, the photos changing. One instant there was a happy family photo, the next the photos crumpled like the corners had been lit with a match. Trent touched the wall, trying to find his balance as the floor rolled underneath his feet
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