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The small town of Blackbridge, Western Australia has always been a safe, popular holiday destination. But a Christmas stalker signals the start of a series of incidents which suggests there might be a darker undertone to this tight-knit community. This series includes friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, second chance love, single fathers, best friend's brother and other tropes.

***Excerpt from Nothing to Lose***

A high-pitched squawk woke Kit and she sat bolt upright. Pain ricocheted through her head. She groaned, rubbing her forehead. What the hell had she done?

She slapped the alarm silent and switched on the lamp, wincing at the bright light. A glass of water by the bed caught her eye. At least she’d had enough sense to put it there. Sipping it, and taking two painkillers, she tried to remember her night.
Paul. Wanting to forget.

The musketeers not being available.

Heading into The White Star and having a beer. Some guy buying her tequila shots. How many had she had?

And how had she got home?

She squeezed her eyes shut and willed the painkillers to kick in. Tequila didn’t normally hit her so hard. 

The guy had been friendly, had wanted to hook up. She’d left the bar with him. And then what?

Lincoln’s face floated across her mind. She frowned, trying to catch hold of the memory.

Was it wishful thinking? 

She focused harder, had a vague recollection of being in her car, groping him.

That had to be a dream.

Please let it be a dream.

She swung her legs off her bed and padded naked down the hallway to the bathroom.

She needed a shower and maybe the hot water would wash away some of the fuzziness.

Ten minutes later she was none the wiser. She exited the bathroom and was halfway down the hallway when she stopped, sniffed the air. 

Was that bacon and eggs? 

Her heart thudded. Lincoln used to cook it for them every weekend.

Was Lincoln here? 

She raced back to her room, threw on some clothes and grabbed her phone. Then she crept down the hallway again and peered around the door. Pain stabbed her heart. Lincoln was at her stove cooking, wearing a black dress shirt and jeans. The image took her straight back to being sixteen and the morning after Lincoln had first moved in. He’d made bacon and eggs then to celebrate them both being parent-free.

Why was he here?

Could her memory of groping him be true?

Please no. He could never know she still had a thing for him after all these years. She couldn’t bear his pity. She had to get him out of here. Bracing herself, she strode into the room. “What the hell are you doing here?” 

Tropes:

• Protector romance
• Second Chance Love
• Best friend's Brother
• Enemies to Lovers
• Cinnamon Roll Hero
• Grumpy Sunshine
• Opposites Attract
  
  

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