Table of Contents
Desire
Chapter 1: Flora
Chapter 2: Collin
Chapter 3: Flora
Chapter 4: Collin
Chapter 5: Flora
Chapter 6: Collin
Chapter 7: Flora
Chapter 8: Collin
Chapter 9: Flora
Chapter 10:Collin
Chapter 11: Flora
Chapter 12: Collin
Chapter 13: Flora
Chapter 14: Collin
Chapter 15: Flora
Chapter 16: Collin
Chapter 17: Flora
Chapter 18: Collin
Chapter 19: Flora
Chapter 20: Collin
Chapter 21: Flora
Chapter 22: Collin
Chapter 23: Flora
Chapter 24: Collin
Chapter 25: Flora
Chapter 26: Collin
Epilogue
Book 2: The One That Got Away
Chapter One – Leah
Chapter Two – Zane
Chapter Three – Leah
Chapter Four – Zane
Chapter Five – Leah
Chapter Six – Zane
Chapter Seven – Leah
Chapter Eight – Zane
Chapter Nine – Leah
Chapter Ten – Zane
Chapter Eleven – Leah
Chapter Twelve – Zane
Chapter Thirteen – Leah
Chapter Fourteen – Zane
Chapter Fifteen – Leah
Chapter Sixteen – Zane
Chapter Seventeen – Leah
Chapter Eighteen – Zane
Chapter Nineteen – Leah
Chapter Twenty – Zane
Chapter Twenty One – Leah
Chapter Twenty Two – Zane
Chapter Twenty Three – Leah
Chapter Twenty Four – Zane
Chapter Twenty Five – Leah
Chapter Twenty Six – Zane
Chapter Twenty Seven – Leah
Chapter Twenty Eight – Zane
Chapter Twenty Nine – Leah
Chapter Thirty – Zane
Chapter Thirty One – Leah
Chapter Thirty Two – Zane
Chapter Thirty Three – Leah
Chapter Thirty Four – Zane
Epilogue – Leah
Book 3: Saving HER
Chapter 1: Andrea
Chapter 2: Andy
Chapter 3: Andrea
Chapter 4: Andy
Chapter 5: Andrea
Chapter 6: Andy
Chapter 7: Andrea
Chapter 8: Andy
Chapter 9: Andrea
Chapter 10: Andy
Chapter 11: Andrea
Chapter 12: Andy
Chapter 13: Andrea
Chapter 14: Andy
Chapter 15: Andrea
Chapter 16: Andy
Chapter 17: Andrea
Chapter 18: Andy
Bonus Scene: Andrea
Book 4: Lust to Love
Chapter One – Logan
Chapter Two – Prudence
Chapter Three – Logan
Chapter Four – Prudence
Chapter Five – Logan
Chapter Six – Prudence
Chapter Seven – Logan
Chapter Eight – Prudence
Chapter Nine – Logan
Chapter Ten – Prudence
Chapter Eleven – Logan
Chapter Twelve – Prudence
Chapter Thirteen – Logan
Chapter Fourteen – Prudence
Chapter Fifteen – Logan
Chapter Sixteen – Prudence
Chapter Seventeen – Logan
Chapter Eighteen – Prudence
Chapter Nineteen – Logan
Chapter Twenty – Prudence
Chapter Twenty One – Logan
Chapter Twenty Two – Prudence
Chapter Twenty Three – Logan
Chapter Twenty Four – Prudence
Chapter Twenty Five – Logan
Chapter Twenty Six – Prudence
Chapter Twenty Seven – Logan
Chapter Twenty Eight – Prudence
Chapter Twenty Nine – Logan
Chapter Thirty – Prudence
Book 5: The Valentines Day Proposal
Chapter 1 – Lola
Chapter 2 – Brandon
Chapter 3 – Lola
Chapter 4 – Brandon
Chapter 5 – Lola
Chapter 6 – Brandon
Chapter 7 – Lola
Chapter 8 – Brandon
Chapter 9 – Lola
Chapter 10 – Brandon
Chapter 11 – Lola
Chapter 12 – Brandon
Chapter 13 – Lola
Chapter 14 – Brandon
Chapter 15 – Lola
Chapter 16 – Brandon
Chapter 17 – Lola
Chapter 18 – Brandon
Chapter 19 – Lola
Chapter 20 – Brandon
Chapter 21 – Lola
Chapter 22 – Brandon
Chapter 23 – Lola
Chapter 24 – Brandon
Chapter 25 – Lola
Chapter 26 – Brandon
Chapter 27 – Lola
Chapter 28 – Brandon
Chapter 29 – Lola
Chapter 30 – Brandon
Book 6: Tempt Me
Chapter One – Evan
Chapter Two – Katy
Chapter Three – Evan
Chapter Four – Katy
Chapter Five – Evan
Chapter Six – Katy
Chapter Seven – Evan
Chapter Eight – Katy
Chapter Nine – Evan
Chapter Ten – Katy
Chapter Eleven – Evan
Chapter Twelve – Katy
Chapter Thirteen – Evan
Chapter Fourteen – Katy
Chapter Fifteen – Evan
Chapter Sixteen – Katy
Chapter Seventeen – Evan
Chapter Eighteen – Katy
Chapter Nineteen – Evan
Chapter Twenty – Katy
Chapter Twenty One – Evan
Chapter Twenty Two – Katy
Chapter Twenty Three – Evan
Chapter Twenty Four – Katy
Chapter Twenty Five – Evan
Chapter Twenty Six – Katy
Chapter Twenty Seven – Evan
Chapter Twenty Eight – Katy
Chapter Twenty Nine – Evan
Epilogue – Katy
More Steamy Romance by Mia Ford
Desire
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This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.
Chapter 1: Flora
I had finally made it. It had taken me years of preparation, hard work, and a strict regimen of saving my funds and ensuring I had exactly what it took to be accepted. Still, I was already under a mountain of student loans and every time I spoke to them, my parents reminded me that the
y believed this was a stupid endeavor.
It had seemed that everyone who lived by my parents either had failed in their life, or were well on their way to failure, before they even had a chance. It was expected.
Those who left, were back within a year and those that decided to stay “for one more year,” ended up being buried in the family plot without that elusive year ever being up. For decades, people had made the excuse that they were almost ready, that they were going to follow their dreams and leave this town. Some aspired to goals that were similar to mine. Some, simply wished to get the hell out of the town and didn’t care where they ended up, so long as it wasn’t down the street from their momma and daddy.
However, I had a plan. From an early age, I knew that no matter what, I was going to make it work and now, I had made it to college. I was living in a dorm, in a whole other state, able to pursue my life the way I wanted to. I was finally free to be the person I had always known I could be.
Now, the semester was already over and I had settled nicely into my new life. I worked hard from the moment I stepped foot into my first class and I had excelled. In fact, I was currently at the top of my class and I couldn’t be more proud of myself.
With every class I attended and every paper I wrote, I knew I was one step closer to getting my MBA. After school, I didn’t have much of a plan. I was too worried about the present. I had worked too hard to get distracted with what could be. I needed to focus on the present time, because this experience had taught me that if I didn’t focus on it and continue to encourage myself, no one was going to do it for me.
Even my parents, who would tell anyone that they were supportive of my decisions, didn’t care in the least for the way I had progressed. They thought I was wasting my time and money; as though it was theirs to spend. Every time I spoke to them, they made it abundantly clear that I was wasting their time. They thought that I should marry in the town, never get anywhere in life and allow one of those dimwits to provide for me.
While they didn’t say it quite that way, that was exactly how I felt and therefore, every time they hinted toward their wishes, I had to keep from bursting out laughing.
Nope, I was doing this all myself, for myself and I couldn’t have been happier about it.
I had told myself a long time ago that even if I did find a husband who was able to properly provide for me, I wasn’t going to let him. I wanted to take care of myself, since there are no guarantees in life.
My parents were the best example of that. While I still think they love me, they only liked me until they realized that I had no interest in maintaining the family modus operandi of a sub-par existence. I never went hungry, but it was always a struggle and I couldn’t help but think if my family hadn’t settled for living like my grandparents had, in a changing time, they could’ve done better. They should’ve done better.
When they realized that I was nothing like them and their guilt wasn’t enough to make me stay, they decided that they simply were no longer interested in what I wanted to do in my life. Most parents want their children to do better but for some reason, my parents wanted to stick me in the same rut they were milled into and squander all the potential I realized I had.
When my momma and daddy made their own intentions clear, however, I was hurt, but it taught me a valuable lesson. I was never going to expect anyone else to understand why I wanted to do something. I was only going to expect people to respect what I was doing and why I was doing it. I wasn’t going to rely on anyone.
After all, if I couldn’t rely on my own mother and father, how was I ever supposed to truly rely on a man?
However, none of that mattered now. I had another three and a half years left to focus on school and after that, my priorities would shift to my career. That didn’t leave much time for a social life and I certainly wasn’t going to waste it gambling on love or obsessing over emotion.
My roommate on the other hand, thought of school as one big party.
“Come on!” Riley groaned, sitting on the couch next to me, “Finals are over, Flora. There is absolutely no reason you can’t go out and celebrate.”
I narrowed my eyes at her, contemplating what she was asking me to do.
“Celebrating doesn’t always involve booze,” I answered, though I knew she was likely going to talk me into going with her to this one.
“It does if you’re an adult…” She retorted, returning my glower, “And last time I checked, you’re an adult, am I right?”
“Of course, I am,” I snapped, “It’s just not as much fun for me to go get wasted as it is for you.”
“Come on! I swear! It’ll be fun and besides, you might even get laid,” she grinned.
“Now, that’s a reason I definitely shouldn’t be going,” I replied with a smirk, “I do not need that kind of drama in my life.”
“What drama?” Riley insisted, “Make sure you wear protection; he has fun, you have fun, if you’re drunk enough, neither of you will even remember your names in the morning. It’s a win, win! No strings attached.”
“You really believe that?” I asked, in a serious tone.
Realizing that I was no longer joking with her, Riley sighed, “Look, you’re in college now, not your stupid small town, where there are eyes peering around every corner. People here don’t care who sleeps with who, unless they’re directly involved in the situation…and even then, sometimes it’s a mutual agreement, but don’t worry about that…”
Her smirk told me she was trying to induce a little bit of humor, but I didn’t react to it.
After a pause, she added, “While I understand your struggle and I get that you don’t want to screw anything up, you’ve got to live a little, or you’ll regret it. If you’re going to do something reckless, it’s much better to do it now, without having to worry about school. You did great. You deserve a break.”
Even though I didn’t try to encourage her, I was certain she had already won; though I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of telling her that. So, I simply shook my head.
Knowing that she had won this argument, she laughed.
“I promise you, Flora, we’re going to have a great time!”
I rolled my eyes, knowing for sure now that I was overruled.
So, when the time came, I got dressed, with Riley’s unwavering guidance; which consisted of her picking clothes out of her closet and insisting that I wear them.
“You can’t go to the party looking like a librarian,” she teased as she pulled out a skimpy skirt with a black and red checkered pattern and black ruffles hanging down, slightly below the seam. When she looked at me, she was grinning widely, “Unless, of course, you look like this.”
By the end of the Riley makeover session, I couldn’t deny that I looked hot. My dark hair was tied up in the back with a black newsboy cap, turned slightly to the side, a crimson tank top, with a sheer black sweater that tied in the front.
I wore my own boots, which matched the punk rock theme and matched my makeup.
However, it wasn’t until after I was finished that I admitted to myself that I had enjoyed the girly-type experience. It was fun and, as Riley had repeatedly drilled into my head, long overdue.
It wasn’t that I was a prude or didn’t enjoy having fun, I was just so afraid of messing up my life, I didn’t want to afford myself any temptation.
However, tonight, felt good.
There’s something almost magical about when every strand of hair falls right into place and every accessory to your outfit is right on point. It makes a woman feel amazing and that was exactly how I was feeling now.
By the time the two of us were staring in the mirror, making the final preparations, I was happy that Rile
y had forced me to do this. After all, spending another night alone, while she went out and had fun, especially when I didn’t have schoolwork to keep me busy.
Tonight, I was in a mood where I wanted to be normal. It didn’t happen often nowadays, with as focused as I was, but that was what I loved about Riley. She made me come out of my comfort zone and gave me a begrudging excuse to do the things I wanted to do all along.
When I had school, she respected that I wanted to do well, and I respected that she could not even open a book and still average the same grade as I did. Although, I couldn’t say I didn’t wish I had the same ability.
Nevertheless, as opposite as we were, Riley and I were best friends and there was no one else on this campus I would rather room with.
“So, where is this party?” I asked as we were strutting off campus, looking great and feeling the same.
“It’s at a frat house…Not too far,” she promised. “Remember where we went for Halloween?”
I nodded, beaming at the fond memory, “That was a fun night.”
“Yes, it was,” she replied, undoubtedly thinking about the after party, at which, she wouldn’t stop talking about her amazingly erotic night.
I had a good time too that night. I had a few too many and I don’t remember a whole lot but what I do remember was awesome.
I hadn’t found my knight in shining armor there, but I had discovered my love of gin, which I was looking forward to rekindling tonight, even though I would never admit it.
“I wonder if my dream man is going to be there,” Riley mused with an almost wicked smile. She had to call him that, or something along those lines, because she and the man had never bothered to even exchange names.
I thought this was extremely weird and even Riley agreed, but claimed that there was such an immediate, physical connection between the two of them that nothing else mattered.
“I just wanted to see him naked,” she had admitted, “We both knew this wasn’t anything more than a sexual satisfaction, so names might have actually ruined it.”
However, trying to figure out how to respond to her now, I wondered if she wished she had gotten his name.
At this point, the bus arrived, and we got on.
“If not him, I’m sure they’ll be someone,” I mused in a teasing tone.
“Wow, you say it that way, you make me sound like a hoe,” she insisted, playfully narrowing her eyes at me.
“No,” I chuckled, “You’re just…what is that called? Free spirited?”
“It’s called enjoying your life and rolling with the punches…”