Read Smittened Online

Authors: Jamie Farrell

Smittened

BOOK: Smittened
10.74Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Table of Contents

About Smittened

Book List

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Complete Jamie Farrell Book List

Acknowledgments

About Jamie Farrell

Copyright

Smittened

Book #3 in the Misfit Brides series

Chat with Jamie on Facebook

Follow Jamie on Twitter

http://www.jamiefarrellbooks.com

[email protected]

Sign up for Jamie’s Newsletter

A Bad Boy, a Good Girl, and Ice Cream Collide in the Best Little Wedding Town in America!

 
Dahlia Mallard has finally found her destiny—running an ice cream shop in Bliss, the happiest bridal town in the Midwest. Problem is, her heart is bigger than her bank account, and she needs a serious influx of cash to get through the winter. Her last-ditch effort? Convincing country music superstar Billy Brenton to commit to attending her risqué flavor-tasting event to boost ticket sales. But the closest she can get to Billy is his drummer, the womanizing Mikey Diamond.
 

Mikey loves the ladies, and he makes no secret of it. But he’s not such a fan of this town devoted to weddings, love, and marriage. And he’s even less of a fan of people using him to get to Billy. When circumstances land Mikey in Dahlia’s house, though, all his caution—and all his interest in any other single ladies—flies out the window. Dahlia’s quirky and funny and, unlike his usual women, she doesn’t tolerate any of his baloney. But when Mikey discovers that Dahlia, too, is using him to get close to Billy, will he take the chance to be her hero instead, or will he revert to his manwhore ways?

Other Books by Jamie Farrell

The Misfit Brides Series

Blissed
(CJ & Natalie)

Matched
(Will & Lindsey)

Smittened
 
(Mikey & Dahlia)

Sugared
(Kimmie & Josh, release date to be announced)

The Officers’ Ex-Wives Club Series

Southern Fried Blues
(Jackson & Anna Grace)

Moonshine & Magnolias
(Zack & Shelby)

Keep up to date! Sign up for Jamie’s newsletter
HERE
!

To Rachel. We’ll get that spa trip one day soon.

Chapter One

MIKEY DIAMOND lived large. He worked hard, he played hard and now, apparently, he burned hard.

His house sure did, anyway.

Sirens rang out, red lights flashed in the night and the acrid taste of smoke choked him. Worst part was, that burning fire hadn’t done a dang thing to warm up the cold January night.

Or it might’ve been his own conscience causing that bitter chill under his skin.

“You think they’d let us close enough to roast marshmallows?” a feminine voice said beside him.

He blinked down at a curvy woman with an upturned nose. She pushed a pair of glasses back up said nose, then squinted at the fire. “Good thing it’s vacant, huh? I wonder what started the fire.”

Mikey looked at the burning two-story structure lighting up the night. Then back at the lady.

She was vaguely familiar—he and Will had been in town a few days and had met a lot of people—and Mikey was all but certain his momma would label her one round short of a full clip, then probably toss a
bless her heart
on top of it.

“That’s my house,” Mikey said.

She drew back and squinted at him. “No, it’s the—
oh
. Oh.”

Ding-dong, the lightbulb had entered the building. “Yeah.”

She shot a glance around. No doubt looking for Will, Mikey’s best friend and travel companion, known to the world as country music superstar Billy Brenton. In other words, the more interesting of the two of them.

Also, the one who had just left Mikey here to fend for himself with no transportation and no shelter. Not that Mikey could blame him.

It was Mikey’s fault the house was on fire. And while Mikey had lost a suitcase of clothes and a computer, Will had lost a little more.

A hell of a lot more, matter of fact. Better Will was gone, or he might’ve tried to go into the fire after it.

Mikey shuddered.

The girl shifted a speculative glance in Mikey’s direction. What was her name? Something with a D. Delaney? Delilah?

“So…” she said.

Mikey treated her to a slow grin. Not because he felt like it, but because she was wearing loose pants and clunky slipper shoes under her coat, because he’d never minded using his status as Billy Brenton’s drummer to his advantage when it came to women, and because she obviously knew the neighborhood.

Which meant the girl most likely lived close by.

She probably also had a car nearby and could give him a lift to a hotel. And a lift was all he was up for tonight, which might’ve said something about how badly rattled he was at seeing the house burn down. Because Mikey was
always
up for
something
when it came to women.

Except now, apparently. “So?” he prompted.

She visibly swallowed, nose wrinkling as though she’d drank curdled milk. “So… you’re still sticking around Bliss?” she said.

It was Mikey’s turn to taste that milk. If it were up to him, he’d be on the first flight back home to Georgia.

But he was here in Illinois—in the Most Married-est Town on Earth, God help him—to keep an eye on Will, both for his own peace of mind and as a favor to Will’s sister, Mari Belle. Mikey wasn’t leaving until his buddy did. Given what Mikey knew about
why
Will was here, neither of them would get gone until either Will solved his love life, or until the next leg of the Billy Brenton
Hitched
tour started next month.

“Yep, sticking around awhile,” he said slowly. What
was
her name? Dixie? Darla?

“So you need”—she visibly gulped—“a place to stay?”

Mikey opened his mouth to say no, but choked on a lungful of ash.

He
did
need a place to stay.

She fluttered her hands at something behind them. “My house is just over there, and I have a spare bedroom, so this is quite serendipitous. Except for the part about your current rental house burning down. That’s a little unfortunate. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” Mikey echoed. “Unfortunate.”

“A tragedy.” She puffed up her chest under her fluffy coat. The more primitive parts of Mikey’s brain noted that she did, in fact, have a nice chest. Even if covered with infinite layers of polyester. Were they somewhere other than Bliss, he would’ve noticed sooner.

“My heater works very well,” she said. “No frostbite in my house. Did I mention that part?”

“Don’t think so, sweet pea. But it’s right good to hear.”

“Yep. Working heater, and I even cook breakfast. Won’t get that at a hotel. You two will have to share a room since I only have one guest bed. Or maybe I could sleep on the couch. You know. I’m flexible. With sleeping stuff.”

The normal alarm bells rang out in his head over her assumption that she’d be getting Billy Brenton as part of the package. But the primitive part of Mikey’s brain was getting louder too, cheering every time she said
bed
or
sleep
.
Share
was another he didn’t mind either. And
flexible
.

But it still wasn’t loud enough to distract him from the fire and his concern over Will. Mikey needed to give him a call. Make sure he was okay. Had found a place to stay.

“Billy’s making his own arrangements,” Mikey said to—what
was
her name?

“Oh.” Her lips twitched down, but she beat them into submission and flashed him a semi-brilliant smile with wide, full lips and dark eyes that sparkled with the reflection of the fire. “Pity for him, isn’t it? So. Are you coming, or would you rather be a Popsicle?”

He took one last look back at the burning house. Fire chief had Mikey’s number and had already said there wasn’t much else Mikey could do tonight. Everything inside the house was gone.

“Suppose I can give you a night to impress me.” He gave her a slow wink.

“Best night you’ll ever have,” she said with a naïveté that was almost refreshing. “Best breakfast too.”

Probably not, but he’d take what he could get.

DAHLIA MALLARD had lost her ever-loving mind. But desperate times, desperate measures, blah blah, all that. She’d already sold plasma twice this week, and while she had gotten a bid on the eBay auction for Great Aunt Agnes’s vintage Christmas Story Leg Lamp, she was running out of things to sell.

Selling herself might very well be next, and by the looks of him, Mikey would be willing to pay.

He looked much more harmless in Billy’s weekly BillyVision YouTube videos than he did in person. Less wolfish. More all-talk, less follow-through.

She twisted her doorknob and suppressed a shudder. This would’ve been easier if Billy were here too. Aside from the part where he’d struck her mute when she’d run into him and Mikey earlier simply by being
Billy Brenton
, he was so approachable. Plus, he sort of had connections here in Bliss, indirectly, and Dahlia had heard he was “good people.”

And since she’d totally choked during her chance to ask Billy for one teensy little favor when she met him, Mikey needing a place to stay tonight truly was serendipitous.

Serendipitous.

Right.

Sheesh.

Mikey wasn’t
serendipitous
. He was a giant vibrating mass of pheromones, oozing masculine power and control as though he converted oxygen into testosterone instead of carbon dioxide.

And he accomplished all that simply by breathing. Ducks only knew where her clothes would end up if he spent much time brandishing that deep Southern drawl for anything beyond asking where she kept the toilet paper.

Or if she thought too long about the haunted look in his eyes when she’d found him out there watching the fire.

Haunted and lost, as though he needed to be saved.

Nope, she wasn’t going there. Had enough of that, thank you very much.

She was only offering him a place to stay in the hopes that he could help her make a miracle.

She swung her door open, put on mental blinders to his raw animal magnetism, and led him inside. “So this is—Parrot! Bad kitty! Shoo! Shoo!”

Parrot, her black and orange tortoiseshell rescue cat took off at a run for the bedrooms, leaving the tampon she’d been playing with lying in the middle of the floor. Dahlia would’ve kicked it under the couch, but she’d sold that last week, and now a green-striped easy chair was the only furniture on the expanse of matted tan carpet in the living room.

Plus her glasses were fogging and she couldn’t exactly see it clearly.

Still, she swooped down, located the tampon, and shoved it in her pocket before Dean and Sam, her orange tabby and gray tabby, respectively, could dart in from their spots on either side of the chair for their turn with Parrot’s toy. Dahlia’s glasses slowly cleared, revealing Dean playing with a tennis ball, lying on it and scratching at it with his back feet. Which made it look more like the cat was humping the ball than playing with it.

“Right,” she said, turning to force an
all good here
smile at Mikey, which was a mistake because it meant looking up at those haunting gray eyes that were tracking her from beneath the brim of the ball cap covering his shaved head.

Seeing everything. He still hovered in the door, silhouetted in the flash of red lights and the residual glow of the fire across the street. “Real nice chair you got there,” he said. One corner of his mouth tilted up, and Dahlia got the distinct impression she’d just been asked to take her clothes off. “It fit two?”

BOOK: Smittened
10.74Mb size Format: txt, pdf, ePub
ads

Other books

A Summer to Remember by Mary Balogh
Doctored Evidence by Donna Leon
Sleight of Hand by CJ Lyons
Like It Never Happened by Emily Adrian
Horrid Henry's Underpants by Francesca Simon
Song of the River by Sue Harrison
The Flame Dragon by J.R. Castle