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  Lost Perfect Kiss

  A Crown Creek Novel

  Theresa Leigh

  Copyright © 2018 by Vivian Lux and Theresa Leigh

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  To Anna.

  Internet BFFs are the best BFFs. You really saved my butt on this one, which is a problem because now I’m COMPLETELY dependent on you. Sorry, that’s just the way it is.

  #NanaVivi4Lyfe

  And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't

  So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road

  And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope

  It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat

  - Florence and the Machine - ‘Shake It Off’

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  Cocky Jonah never wanted to come home to Crown Creek. But a chance meeting with kindergarten teacher Ruby has him wanting to stay forever.

  Lost Perfect Kiss

  Gabe and Everly’s story

  A risk taking bad boy. A girl-next-door nurse. And the kiss that never should have happened. Gabe has to convince Everly to take the biggest risk of her life. Him.

  Soft Wild Ache

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  His Secret Heart

  Finn and Sky’s story

  Sky was certain she knew everything she needed to know about volatile, unpredictable bad boy Finn King. But when her world turns upside down, she realizes everything she thought she knew is wrong.

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  Claire’s story

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  Cooper and Willa’s story

  Willa hates Cooper. But when she wakes up in a hospital room, he’s the one who’s there waiting - rumpled, frantic… And swearing she’s his fiancee.

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  After escaping her abusive ex, Aria flees back to her small town and the house left to her by her grandfather. But it she’s not the only one claiming her inheritance. Her rival? A reclusive bad boy from Aria’s past. He’s not leaving his home without a fight…

  and he fights dirty.

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  More Than Enough

  Harper, Callum, and Grayson’s story

  Harper knows kissing Callum was a mistake. And kissing Grayson was an even bigger mistake. Now she’s falling for both of her older brother’s best friends. She can’t possibly choose between them.

  But what if she doesn’t have to?

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  Hold Me Tight

  Brynn and Everett’s story

  Brynn likes her uncomplicated life as a single girl in a small town. But when a stalker has her fearing for her safety, she finds comfort in a surprising place - tied up in Everett’s bed.

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  All Of Me

  Bee, Jackson, and Finn’s story

  Bee risked everything to leave her hometown and open her dream bakery. When her store is targeted by vandalism, she finds surprising support from owners of the four-star restaurant next door. Finn and Jackson are best friends and business partners. And they both want to taste of the little baker’s… buns.

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  About this book

  Gabe King is the wrong brother.

  * * *

  I grew up in the shadow of the Kings. Literally. Their house is on the hill above mine. So I always had my eyes on our town’s most famous residents. Especially the cute oldest brother. My crush on him was so bad I could barely get two words out in his presence. When he came over to ask for help only I could give, I thought my knees might give out.

  * * *

  Then I found out he needed help with his brother.

  * * *

  Gabriel King. The bad boy. The risk-taker. The total jerk. He’s laid up after an accident that nearly took his life. And he needs a nurse.

  * * *

  I am a nurse.

  * * *

  Pretty cut-and-dried, right?

  * * *

  I help him heal while ignoring the way his body feels under my hands. I remember his meds while forgetting the way his kisses bruise my mouth.

  * * *

  I’m a professional. I can handle his hazel eyes and ripped body. But his smile? And the way he breaks down all my defenses one by one?

  * * *

  He’s not the brother I wanted. And he’s my patient. But the more time I spend with Gabe, the more I want to take a risk. The more I want to think I was wrong.

  * * *

  Gabe might be the wrong brother but he’s the right one for me.

  * * *

  CROWN CREEK is one big series about one special small town, following the lives and loves of interconnected families and friends. The same characters show up in multiple books and each book can be read as a standalone. Or they can be read in the following order for one long series.

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  THE KINGS:

  Sweet Crazy Song - Jonah’s story (FREE)

  Lost Perfect Kiss - Gabe’s story

  Soft Wild Ache - Beau’s story

  His Secret Heart - Finn’s story

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  CROWN CREEK STANDALONES:

  Last Good Man - Willa and Cooper’s story

  Contents

  1. Gabe

  2. Everly

  3. Everly

  4. Gabe

  5. Gabe

  6. Everly

  7. Gabe

  8. Everly

  9. Everly

  10. Gabe

  11. Everly

  12. Everly

  13. Gabe

  14. Everly

  15. Gabe

  16. Everly

  17. Gabe

  18. Gabe

  19. Everly

  20. Gabe

  21. Everly

  22. Gabe

  23. Everly

  24. Gabe

  25. Everly

  26. Gabe

  27. Everly

  28. Gabe

  29. Everly

  30. Gabe

  31. Everly

  32. Gabe

  33. Everly

  34. Gabe

  35. Everly

  36. Everly

  37. Gabe

  38. Everly

  39. Gabe

  Epilogue

  Excerpt of Soft Wild Ache

  1. Rachel

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  Chapter One

  Gabe

  I was addicted to watching myself die.

  My heart raced loud enough to drown out the sound of my breath coming faster. It felt like a hit of the purest dope I’d ever tried.

  I was an addict now.

  “I’m Gabriel King!” I shouted into the camera. “And I’m the King of Pain!”

  A hot rush of adrenaline spiked in my veins just hearing the words. I could still feel it. The day was burned into my skin like some kind of fucked-up brand mark.

  “Let’s do this!” my image shouted at me.

  I hovered my finger over the pause button. This was where I should stop. Right here. It wasn’t healthy to keep watching. I knew this, which was why I kept my obsession secret. It was an addiction and I’d already been through that hell and come out the other side.

  But the four walls of the room did their pulsing thing again, like they wanted to close in on me. A crawling sensation twisted under my skin, the one that always made me want to leap from my bed. The only thing that worked when this happened was finding a distraction.

  One more time. I needed to watch just one more time.

  There I was at the Perrine Bridge in Twin Falls Idaho—fifteen hundred feet above the Snake River twisting like a blue ribbon below us—hooked up to all my wires and mics. The day before, we’d rehearsed the jump and it had been the most wild rush I’d felt. Soaring like a fucking bird.

  I remembered how I’d felt right then, in that moment
before the jump. Impatient. All the delays and safety checks were just killjoys trying to piss all over my fun. I just wanted to do it, while my blood was still hot and thumping in my veins. I wanted to feel that same rush again, and was pissed at my safety guy for wanting to do another check. Again. Like, what the fuck? I knew what to do. We knew what to do, so let’s fucking do it.

  You could see it all over my face. Feeling fucking invincible, I’d grinned at the camera and given a stupid thumbs up. “Woo!” I shouted on the screen.

  I glanced up, checking to see that I was alone in the house, and turned down the volume.

  Then I hit pause.

  Was it crazy to want to re-live the moment? Was I insane for wanting to see it all go wrong, over and over again? What the hell kind of rush could I possibly get from watching my own body slamming into the rocks? What sick pleasure did I get from watching myself go stiff, then limp, before gently floating down as lifeless as a puppet dangling from the strings of my parachute?

  If I sat down with a shrink, they’d probably be able to come up with some deep-seated, deep-rooted reason for why I kept watching the video. But I was done with the psychoanalysis. I’d done more than a life’s share of it in rehab, dragging through the pain and pulling it back up to feel it again.

  That’s what this was. Rehab. My own little personal, fucked-up form of rehab, the way only Gabe King could do it. It wasn’t addiction at all.

  Definitely not.

  I half-believed my own lie as I propped the tablet up on my stomach. Then I took a deep breath—as deep as I could until the sharp pain in my ribs stopped me—and pressed play.

  “Let’s fucking do it!” the little me shouted from the tablet.

  Here in the bed, my stomach dropped. Because now that I’d watched it at least a hundred times, I could see it in an instant. I’d fucking hurried my safety guy along, and there it was on screen. The evidence. He’d only glanced at how my chute was packed, without folding and refolding it one last time.

  “Ready!” the camera guy shouted. The little me grinned. My heart raced in anticipation of the hit.

  On the bed, my body twitched.

  Onscreen, I jumped.

  As I fell, the wind was so loud in my ears, I couldn’t hear anything. But I could feel. All the protective gear I was wearing felt like cheating. I was flying and I wanted to be naked. I wished I could feel that wind on my skin, let the rush of it scour away the topmost layer until I was raw and red as a newborn baby.

  I’d pulled my chute at the right moment. Here in the room, I closed my eyes as I remembered what happened next. Felt it. The horrible drag to the side as the wind caught me. My chute was rotated ninety degrees, sending me perpendicular to the canyon instead of parallel. The vortex of updrafts that close to the wall caught me almost instantly, like the hand of a giant bully dragging me off into an alley to beat the shit out of me.

  It looked like it, too, there on the screen. I whipped around like an invisible giant had gotten ahold of me, spinning me around and dashing me against the canyon wall.

  That was my old self. The me I used to be died right there. That first body-breaking slam into the rocks was the end of my old life. Thanks to the pause button, I could pinpoint the time of death down to the second.

  Onscreen, stuff was still happening. “Oh, shit!” The cameraman said and everything went shaky.

  Whatever Internet ghoul got ahold of this footage then did some fancy editing, splicing in the feed from my helmet cam. This allowed me to see what I couldn’t remember, because that first collision with the canyon wall had knocked me out cold. But thanks to the video, I now knew that I was fucking lucky my chute didn’t get tangled, because then I would have dropped like a stone. It remained caught in the updraft, the harness like a pendulum sending me slamming into the wall again and again, but not down. No. The swinging momentum of my broken body finally allowed it to escape the updraft and the feed leveled out as I floated out gently into the middle of the canyon again.

  Everything was eerily silent on the video now. I couldn’t even hear my own breathing. My head had fallen so the helmet tracked the canyon floor, the river flowing below me completely undisturbed. For a moment, everything seemed almost peaceful. Like I really had died and was now floating like a ghost.

  Then from off camera came the sounds of the Jeep speeding to my rescue, a crew member calling my name. The last bits of video were just a shot of the sky and then it was over. Gabe King was dead and this new thing, this strange, broken person was born in his place.

  I hurried to tuck the tablet away when I heard my mother’s voice. She stormed into the sunroom where my hospital bed was set up, her cellphone shoved up against her ear, and she caught me as I slid the tablet under the sheets. Her mouth twisted. “Not again,” she mouthed at me, but then her attention was caught by something the person on the other end said. “He still needs help doing everything,” she hissed, and if there’s a more emasculating thing in the world than lying in a hospital bed while your mother argues with someone about how you can’t piss by yourself, I shudder to even imagine it. “The nurse needs to stay on another week at least. Until he gets onto crutches and even after that.”

  My older brother Jonah appeared, here for his daily visit. He’d moved into his fiancée’s house while I was in the hospital, but came over every day to help me get into my chair. I shushed him with a look and he immediately started eavesdropping on Mom as well.

  “Private nursing is covered under our plan, I know it is.” She paused and listened. “Right but full recovery hasn’t happened yet. He slammed into the side of a mountain!”

  “Canyon,” I corrected under my breath. My mom glared at me. Then her eyes widened at whatever they said and she abruptly stabbed the button to hang up. “Why do we even have health insurance?” she asked the air.

  “So Ana’s done?” I asked. “Can’t say I’m too broken up about that.”

  “I know she wasn’t the friendliest nurse in the world, but she was a big help around here.” I hated how frazzled my mom looked. I also hated that it was because of me. It was enough to make a guy want to start drinking again.

  No. I took a deep breath and tried to smile. “Mom, it’s fine. I can get around great in the wheelchair now.”

  “No.” She shook her head. ”You still need help, Gabe.” She huffed a sigh and then her mind went to work, the same organizational skills she put into place running a household with five kids. “I guess that’s what I’m here for, though, right?”

  Oh shit. “Mom. No.”

  Her glare was withering. “I’m your mother, Gabriel.”

  “I know.” I tried to sit up straighter, hard to do in this fucking bed. “Which is why I’m not letting you give me a fucking sponge bath. Those days are over.”

  “Gabriel, I used to diaper your little weewee...”

  Jonah snorted as I cried out in horror. “Jesus Christ, Mom!” I tried clap my hands over my ears and inadvertently grunted at the pain in my still-healing ribs.

  Her face softened. “Gabe, you need help.”

  I looked from her to my brother and shook my head. “You guys have done enough. It’s not your job to take care of me.”