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  Cinderella Undone

  Nicole Snow

  Ice Lips Press

  Contents

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  1. Please Just Stay (Kendra)

  2. Split Rock (Knox)

  3. Pretty Designer Memories (Kendra)

  4. Sell Me (Knox)

  5. For Now (Kendra)

  6. Intrusions (Knox)

  7. Wretched Thief (Kendra)

  8. Heat Lightning (Knox)

  9. Reconciliation (Kendra)

  10. Under the Desert Moon (Knox)

  11. Impossible Possible (Kendra)

  12. Diamond Cut (Knox)

  13. How? (Kendra)

  14. Goodbye Mirage (Knox)

  15. Paradise Has a Pulse (Kendra)

  16. Longest Days (Knox)

  17. Under Sun and Stars (Kendra)

  Prince With Benefits

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  1. Tripped Up (Erin)

  2. Grown Up (Silas)

  3. Make Believe (Erin)

  4. Terms (Silas)

  5. Her Majesty (Erin)

  6. Once in a Lifetime (Silas)

  7. Royal Pain (Erin)

  8. Fire in the Night (Silas)

  9. Like a Dream (Erin)

  10. With Bated Breath (Silas)

  11. Open Revery (Erin)

  12. Public Eye (Silas)

  13. Royal Interruption (Erin)

  14. Melting Point (Silas)

  15. Royally Ever After (Erin)

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  Published in the United States of America.

  First published in September, 2017.

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  I NEED A WIFE TO SAVE MY DAUGHTER. SHE NEEDS MY MAGIC.

  I loved her like a sister forever ago.

  Before life served us tragedy with a bitter cherry on top.

  Before I learned love isn't a damn fairy tale.

  Before I became a single dad.

  Protecting my little girl is all I still care about. Kendra is my lifeline if she'll just play along.

  Her job is easy.

  Wear my ring. Turn my scowl into a family man's smile. Help save my daughter from a scorched earth custody fight.

  She gets the Cinderella treatment in return. My money, my mansion, my reputation. I'll put the glass slippers she's slaving over on main street and bend the world to her designer genius.

  Simple. Painless. Mutual.

  If only she was the shy thing I remembered, and I wasn't the same red-blooded maniac who wanted her under me years ago.

  My wall of ice isn't working like it should. Not when we trade barbs that make me throb. Not when I grab her hair. Not when I can't decide if I want to push her away, or drink those lips in an unending kiss.

  Complicated. Messy. Cruel.

  That's our crazy truth.

  This madness ends one way: Cinderella undone, or me in stitches.

  1

  Please Just Stay (Kendra)

  Once upon a time, he was beautiful.

  Not because he was my high school crush.

  Not because he survived the world crashing down around him like a toxic storm.

  Not even because of his rogue good looks, or his family's money – and he had plenty of both to go around.

  I mean, how could I ever forget my best friend's strapping older brother the second I laid eyes on him? How could I ignore those shoulders, built wide as the Arizona sky? What about the hard blue eyes that cut through everyone? The chiseled jaw framing the world's warmest, sweetest, most mischievous smirk?

  How can I pretend I didn't squeeze my thighs together the first time he walked into the room a man, wearing his crisp new uniform, a proud Marine ready for duty? He turned every woman's cheeks in the neighborhood a subtle red. His special gift, and he knew exactly how to use it to get his way.

  He was dangerous, scary, and still divine in his heresy.

  He kept his charms close, and his secrets closer.

  But even when he was a tease, a frustration, and a damn enigma all at once, he was gorgeous.

  As long as I live, I'll never see Knox Carlisle as anything less than a striking, brilliant, beautiful beast.

  Not even after the night he left, and came home ugly.

  Four Years Ago

  “Knox, you don't have to do this. Don't go. A man can only take so much...listen to me!”

  Of course, he doesn't. Not until I beg.

  “I can't stand to see you hurt. Stay, Knox. Please.”

  When he spins around and looks at me, I'm expecting scorn. But what do I know, really?

  I'm barely eighteen, a year into college. I haven't lived a fraction of his hell, only imagined it.

  “No more, Kendra. You want to help? I asked for good karma and a little help making sure Jamers treats my baby girl right. It's long past time for me to fucking go.”

  I hear the adorable infant upstairs let out a cry. Then Jamie's voice, soothing her little niece, just six weeks old and already losing both her parents. One to business in one of the world's darkest corners, and another to God only knows what.

  No one's seen her mom since the week she left the hospital. We don't know where Sam went, or what happened to her. It's got to be eating him alive, but he never shows his pain. There's nothing in his eyes except a tender love for his daughter, Lizzie, his sweetest creation.

  Born to tragedy like a typical Carlisle, through and through.

  His face is turned toward her innocent cries. The noise stops him with his hand on the garage door. He looks down for a brief second, before he turns his face up, hitting me with a strained spark in his eyes.

  I see my chance.

  “You hear that?” I say, walking up to him, reaching for his shoulders. I have to stand on my tip-toes to touch him when he towers over me. “Don't leave her. Lizzie needs you.”

  So do I. That's the part I don't say, but I know he picks it up subconsciously because his strong face softens. He's listening – I hope.

  “Look, I get it. You didn't ask for my advice, but I can't help it. You're not the same man who left the military and came home. This job, the stress, chasing that stupid, reckless woman...it's killing you. I've read about that place you're going, the chaos and danger. I'm worried, Knox. Scared you'll make a mistake over there, and maybe you won't come home.”

  “Let me do the worrying, Sunflower. It's not your place. I'll live. And I'll find her when I get back from this gig. There'll be hell to pay when I do, walking out on me and my little girl like that.”

  My heart sinks, thinking he's done. Then he grabs my wrist, shoves me against the wall, and holds us there, locked in a gaze beyond words.

  He wants me to understand. He wants me to believe he'll be okay. He wants me to think it's business as usual.

  But I don't. I'm doubt incarnate.

  Having his hands on me doesn't help. Ever
y fiber in my being wishes he'd do more than a friendly touch, but I have to remember my place, who I am in his eyes.

  I'm his annoying little sister's friend. Practically a surrogate sis.

  To him, I'm Sunflower. Too young, too precocious, and too clueless to ever be anything more than a stormy night's sick fantasy.

  “What if you make a mistake over there?” I whisper, trying not to shudder when I imagine how dangerous his work can be. He's told Jamie before about the friends who never came home. Chasing diamonds is a dirty business, and always has been. It's as brutal, dangerous, and risky as everything he survived in Afghanistan – sometimes more so. “You're a father now, Knox. And that little girl up there doesn't have a mother.”

  “Sam is coming back,” he growls, his eyebrows furrowed. “I'll drag her irresponsible ass home and force her to sign over custody when I finally get a fucking break. Can't believe she screwed me over and ran. First chance I get, I'm tracking her down. We both know that can't happen until I've done my business over there. Enough worry, Kendra. Please. I'll be back in Phoenix in a few weeks.”

  It hurts when he tears himself away from me. I know it's my stupid, careless crush talking, but I also hate seeing my friend in so much pain.

  If only I could keep my mouth shut, stop pouring salt in his wounds...but if I'm wishing for impractical things, I'd might as well wish he never knocked up the spoiled brat who left without a trace after their baby was born.

  “I'm not asking for me, Knox,” I whisper, lying through my teeth. “Just...please...think about Lizzie.”

  “She's all I think about, Sunflower. She's the reason I'm doing this. You think I'd give a damn about money if it weren't for her? She's the last piece of the world I have left that hasn't gone to shit. She deserves a piece of my company and the family name far more than I do.” His voice is hard, but there's no malice. Just raw determination, devotion, plus a warmth I'll never forget.

  “Come here,” he says, pulling me closer. It's the firmest embrace I've ever had in those arms that used to pick me up, throw me around, and make me laugh to tears. “Wait for me. Focus on school. Find a decent guy. Keep my little sis in line – God only knows she'd get into a lot more trouble without you. You're a good friend, Sunflower. You will see me again. Mark my words and cross the fucking T.”

  Except I'm not a good friend. My mind spins with the painful truths I'm trying to hide. I'm selfish. I'm young, heart-stung, and stupid. You're everything I shouldn't want...and all I've wanted since at least fifteen.

  “Whatever. Just...come home safe.” I try to let the resignation in my voice hide the turmoil, the want, the fear.

  “Oh, I will. There are worse places than where I'm going. Comes with the territory when this family's done gems since my great grandpa. We didn't get where we're at being stupid.”

  “Duh! I know...I'm not an idiot.” It slips out in a whine.

  His eyes narrow, big and bright full of sympathy. Everything I don't want from him, still looking at me like a child.

  Then, before I know what's happening, my face sits on his palm. His warmth cradles it while his thumb traces soft lines up my cheek.

  I can't see through the sadness anymore. I'm terrified this is the last time I'll ever lay eyes on this walking contradiction caught in my heart like a rusty hook.

  “You've been good to me, Sunflower. Sometimes I think you're the only true friend I've got left in this town. My own boys from the service don't say shit anymore, not since I wouldn't – couldn't – join them for another tour. Keep your heart as pure as your pretty little face, woman. You'd better have a good goddamned boyfriend by the time I get home, too. You're in college now. Too grown up to keep pining after what we might've been in another world, one where you're a few years older, and I'm a better man without an axe over my head. I'll send you a postcard. They're everywhere over there when the internet runs like molasses.”

  Just like that, he tears himself away.

  Just like that, I'm flat against the wall and sliding down it while the door slams shut, and I hear his truck's engine become a distant growl as he pulls down the driveway, heading for near-certain death.

  Just like that, I'm barely breathing. Too weak in the knees to stand up in time, and run after him, screaming don't go, don't go, please don't go.

  I do it anyway, and I'm far too late. I run until my knees burn, screaming myself hoarse like a crazy woman, chasing his non-existent truck halfway down the block.

  It's hopeless. Defeat sinks through me swifter than the fire in my lungs, knowing I'll never catch him.

  Somehow, I get it together, take a few deep breaths, and walk back to his mother's place. I plop down on the sofa with Jamers again. I'm careful to keep my face turned toward the massive TV mounted to the wall so she won't see my red eyes.

  “Ugh, did he even say anything about the thirty bucks he still owes me for pizza last week?” Jamie looks up from filing her nails, casting a glance toward the little crib in the corner before she looks my way.

  “Nah, his brain was already overseas, I think. Remember how he always got before he went back to active duty?” I turn slowly, and we share a look. Jamie's face is twisted in a sour frown that says she's only concerned with what a big asshole her older brother can be. She'll never understand the bruises spreading in my heart.

  “Pig! He's so predictable,” she says, shaking her head. “Well, I've got a couple weeks to be a badass aunt, at least, and make sure Lizzie grows up right. Hope he comes home in one piece, and becomes the awesome father he says he'll be.”

  “He will, Jamers,” I say. That, I'm sure.

  He has to. Time slows to a crawl.

  I keep counting my breaths, watching his baby daughter every few seconds, the closest thing I have to seeing his face. I'm thankful the little girl has so much of him in her. None of the wild, cold bitch who incubated her.

  It's a miracle Lizzie's tests were clean after she was born. Amazingly, her mom laid off the drugs while she was pregnant – more than I'd ever give that woman credit for.

  Maybe miracles are real.

  I still don't understand how Knox had a single hookup with her.

  But I don't need to. My brain is too full of fog over the next six weeks.

  Life goes on. I pass my mid-terms. Straight As, keeping a flawless 4.0 my first semester at Arizona U.

  My design professor keeps inviting me out to drinks, says he wants to talk about scholarships and intro galleries next year. He says he's never seen such grace and ingenuity in my first big project, an elegant evening dress with enough glitter around the cleavage line to make Cleopatra blush from the grave. I try to bask in the praise, but that never comes naturally.

  I share fake smiles with my bestie, and real ones when I see Lizzie's little face light up with the cluster of toys her doting grandma fattens weekly.

  Six weeks are an eternity. I try not to ask about Knox, and the few times I do, Jamers tells me he's 'surviving over there. Just the usual.'

  He's sent their mother a few letters. They're brief, dull, and straight to the point.

  Everything I'm sure his reality over there isn't.

  When I hear he's finally coming home, safe and sound, I'm stunned. I can't breathe until I see him, overjoyed because normalcy is finally coming back, and all my instincts were wrong.

  Except there's nothing normal when he comes through that door, walks right past me without so much as a smile, and scoops Lizzie up in his arms.

  He's a changed man.

  I watch him kiss his mother on the cheek and take his daughter home without so much as a hello. He barely acknowledges Jamie either. I can't believe my own eyes.

  Sure, he has the same good looks, the familiar flame in his blue halo eyes, and a rage against the world. That part stays the same.

  The rest has grown colder, somehow. Different. Ugly.

  He's as gorgeous as ever, and dead inside.

  My instincts were right. My worst fears came true.

&n
bsp; Whatever happened over there killed him, and sent him home a shell.

  Present Day

  Two and a half years is sometimes an eternity.

  In the blink of an eye, I'm grown up. Finished with school, working my first post-grad internship, and thinking about a longer one in Paris next year.

  But eternity wouldn't sting if certain parts of life weren't eternal and unchanging.

  Jamers comes shuffling down the hallway wiping her brow, slick from the summer sweat of a sunny Phoenix day. Her mother's place is elegant, cool, and cozy in Arizona's toughest season.

  “Another glass, Kendra?” she asks, standing by the fridge.

  “Please. Just don't spike it this time – I'm trying to concentrate.”

  She pours us iced tea and flops on the huge sectional next to me, adjusting her shorts. I'm nose deep in my laptop, focusing on a new pair of glass heels I need to perfect.

  They're the reason the Eric Gannon tapped me for his internship. One look at my proposal and he skipped the oral interview. For a couple weeks, I was on cloud nine, but now comes the hard part.

  The master designer I'm working under wants these babies on the market this fall. That means my name hitched to his brand, and a lot of money.

  But only if I can actually finish what I've set out to do. I'm trying to keep the bitchy questions to myself, wondering why my best friend isn't hitting her homework. Again.

  Even the quiet doesn't help. She's slumped next to me for a minute before she lets out the world's biggest yawn.

  It's infectious. I cover my mouth, and then slap myself on the cheek, shooting her the evil eye. “Do you mind? My day isn't over.”

  “Sorry. It's brutal out there. Think I'm more toasted and tuckered out than the kiddo,” Jamers says, nodding toward the room down the hall. She sips her tea. Toasted is right, it's loaded with so much vodka I can smell it several feet away. “She'll sleep like a charm through the night, guaranteed.”