To my best friends eveh, The NAturals—Sierra, Sophia, Melanie, Lucy, and Tamara, sometimes you’re the only reason I wake up in the morning and you’re often the reason I stay up too late. Sometimes brow-porn is the only thing you need.
To Joe, who lovingly calls this the “F” you series—this was our year! But just wait and see what next year brings.
To Kristen Proby for your beautiful love of this series and the advice, support and inspiration you’ve given a budding author.
To the WrAHMs and the Babes of the Scribes—you’re all such beautiful women. I’m so lucky to know you.
To the authors I’ve friended in this wonderful writing community—you never fail to inspire me and push me to further heights both personally and in my stories. What an amazing passion we share. Thank you for all you’ve taught me and for letting me read your amazing, beautiful words.
To the Book Bloggers and reviewers who helped spread Fixed on You to others. There are so many, I could never even hope to mention you all, but I especially need to acknowledge Aestas, Schmexy Girls, The Rock Stars of Romance, Angie’s Dreamy Reads, and “That’s All” Ash—I am eternally thankful for your love and support. There are not enough ways to express my appreciation. I LOVE YOU!
To the Fans who loved and pimped Fixed on You like it was their own, especially Jenna Tyler and Angela McLain—thank you, ladies, for all you do. I’m honored to know you.
To the Readers, every time—you are the only reason I get to do this for a living. I will never forget that, and I’m SO, SO grateful.
To my Creator who has blessed my life so richly—may I remember to always fix my eyes on you.
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FOREVER WITH YOU
Book 3 in the Fixed Trilogy
by Laurelin Paige
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
© 2014 by Laurelin Paige
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.
First edition January, 2014.
The following story contains mature themes, strong language, and sexual situations. It is intended for adult readers.
Chapter One
I took a deep breath and stared at the door of apartment three-twelve. Whether or not I wanted to go any further, I hadn’t decided. Actually, I couldn’t remember deciding to come this far. But here I was—my heart pounding and hands sweating, debating the pros and cons of raising my fist to the wood and knocking.
God, why was I so nervous?
Maybe more deep breaths were in order. I took several—in, out, in, out—and examined my surroundings. The hall was long and empty. Gold-framed abstract art lined the walls. Though the building was nice and in a good part of town, the carpet was old and threadbare. Rose petals were strewn across the floor in front of the threshold a few doors down. Must have been left over from someone’s romantic gesture. Sweet.
To the other side of me, the elevator opened. I looked over and saw a couple walking in the opposite direction. The man, dressed in a nice suit, held his hand to the small of the woman’s back. Her blonde hair was tied up in a perfect bun. Even from behind, they were beautiful to look at. It was obvious they were in love.
Funny how I was seeing romance everywhere. Perhaps it was my state of mind.
I turned back to the door in front of me. It was plain and ordinary, but something about it felt ominous.
Well, might as well get this over with.
I pulled my bag higher on my shoulder and knocked.
Nearly a minute went by and no one answered. I leaned my ear against the door and listened. It was quiet. Maybe I had the wrong unit. I checked my hand where I’d scribbled the address in red pen, but it had rubbed off from my sweat.
It didn’t matter. I knew I was in the right place.
“Try the buzzer,” a man said from down the hall.
“The buzzer?” I asked, but he had already gone into his own apartment.
I hadn’t noticed a buzzer, but I searched the wall by the doorframe anyway. There I found a small circular button. Strange I hadn’t seen it before. I brought a trembling finger up and pushed.
A loud bark ripped through the air, and I nearly jumped out of my shoes, my heart pounding in my chest. I wasn’t usually afraid of dogs, but I was already so anxious that it took very little to set me off. Movement sounded from inside and a voice talking sternly to the animal. Seconds later, the door opened.