Say You’re MineAll I Ask of YouMake Me YoursHold Me CloseOopsie DaisyHe Loves Me, He Loves Me NotPetal PluckerWar of the RosesincludingThen Came YouTaking a Chance on LoveAll I Want Is YouMy One and OnlyThe Nearness of YouThe Very Thought of YouIf I Can’t Have YouDream a Little Dream of MeSomeone to Watch Over MeTill There Was YouI’ll Be Home for Christmas
A coffee addict and cat lover, Iris Morland writes sexy and funny contemporary romances. If she's not reading or writing, she enjoys binging on Netflix shows and cooking something delicious.Stay in touch!irismorland.comIris Morland’s MermaidsNewsletter Facebook Twitter BookBub Goodreads Instagram
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.Then Came You (The Youngers Book 1)Published by Blue Violet Press LLCSeattle, WashingtonCopyright © 2018 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.
Violet Fielding grimaced when her phone started ringing for what felt like the millionth time that day. She didn’t need to look at the caller ID to know it was a creditor calling. Switching her phone to vibrate, she decided she’d earned a bit of denial time. If she didn’t hear or see the phone calls, then they didn’t exist, right?Violet felt her desk vibrate with another phone call. Swearing under her breath, she turned her phone off and was halfway tempted to throw it out the window for good measure. Except she couldn’t afford to buy a new phone just because she wanted to break her current one in a fit of pique.Her desk was currently covered in beads, wires, charms, and crystals, all part of her jewelry business that she’d started four years prior. A necklace she had begun for one of her favorite clients sat on her desk, only half-finished, and it seemed to be judging her silently.“Don’t look at me like that,” Violet muttered at the necklace. She pushed it aside. If she was talk
Ash waited for her to reply. Usually when he used a line like that, the women either blushed or tittered. Most did both. This woman, though, just raised a blond eyebrow and looked him up and down like he was some kind of cretin.That made his smile grow wider.“How many times have you said that to a woman at this very bar?” was her reply. “I’m curious.”“Not as many times as you think.”“So, at least fifty times? One hundred? Give me a ballpark estimate.”He tipped his head back and laughed. “I’m flattered that you assume I’m so prolific.”She sipped her drink. “Or desperate,” she muttered.At twenty-seven, Ash knew two things: that he liked women, and that he liked to keep his relationships short, sweet, and with a lot of sex until they inevitably fizzled out. Sometimes the women wanted something more serious; sometimes they were just as uninterested in commitment as he was.It was rare, however, that any heterosexual woman between the ages of twenty and forty-five ever consid
Violet knew that she should get up and leave. Ash was way too handsome and way too seductive for the likes of her. He practically oozed sensuality with his smile. She hadn’t had sex since William had died. To be honest, she hadn’t even thought about it—until this very moment.With Ash looking at her with a very obvious I want you gaze and his hair falling across his forehead, his jawline like that of a Greek god? How did he do that? It wasn’t fair. Violet wasn’t stupid enough to think she could combat such raw sex appeal.So, she did what she always did: she acted like nothing was happening.She sipped her gin and tonic, amused that Ash had noticed what she’d been drinking and had ordered for her. She decided right then that if he was so intent on getting into her pants, he’d have to put in a lot of effort to get there.Ash’s lips quirked as he watched her sip her drink in silence. “You sell jewelry?”“I make and sell it, yes. I have my own business.”“Really? When did you start
Violet couldn’t imagine where Ash wanted to take her at one thirty in the morning that wasn’t to his place. When she said that she trusted him, her boring, logical side yelled, You don’t know him! Go home! You’re crazy!And yet...her intuition told her she could trust him. She trusted that when he said he wanted to have “good, clean, wholesome fun,” he meant it. At least, as much as Ash Younger could do anything wholesome.She followed Ash down the street and out of the small downtown area. Tipping her head back, she could make out a few stars, and she felt like they were the only two people in the entire world. The town was so quiet. The only sounds were a dog barking and a single car driving by.When they arrived at the playground, Violet let out a startled laugh. “This is what you had in mind?”“What, do you have something against swings?” Ash sat down in one of the swings that was so low to the ground—especially considering that he had to be over six feet tall—that Violet start
Ash opened the door to his apartment and waited for Violet to follow him inside. She didn’t hesitate this time. Maybe in the morning, in the light of day, she’d regret what she was about to do. Maybe months, years, decades from now, she’d look back and say, “I should’ve stayed home. I should’ve done the safe thing.”She had a feeling the only regret she would have was if she didn’t embrace this chance to be with a man like Ash.“Okay?” Ash asked as he shut the door behind her. “You seem far away.”“I’m just amazed at how clean your apartment is for a single guy.”He snorted. “Haven’t I told you? I’m house-trained and everything.”“And you own a vacuum? My hero.”When he growled and started tickling her, she gasped between laughter. Only moments later, his hands held her still at her waist, his gaze no longer playful. It was intense, heated.Licking her lips, she waited.“I want you in my bed,” he said, and his words were like a seductive spell surrounding her.“I want that, to