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Books, our world. There is always the thrill of seeing new books in production a staggering ten stories due out shortly, this has to be the busiest I have ever seen Black Velvet Seductions, and there is a really positive vibe in the office.  I will be making announcements shortly over publication dates for some of the new books early next week. We did the cover reveal on Wednesday for Worth the Wait by K.L Ramsey.  It is now available to pre-order, at the bargain price of $1.99 until the release date of 15th October.  There is a competition to go with the launch of this book click here to take part. We find out the prize winners on 20th October.

I have loved all of K.L. Ramsey’s stories, and there are many more to come. The Harvest Ridge Series, runs for five stories, including the next book, which will be a Christmas Novela is titled “The Christmas Wedding” is out 1st November.

Worth the Wait by K.L Ramsey


Piper Flynn waited by the giant Christmas tree in the hotel lobby, admiring the shiny silver and gold bulbs that adorned the massive spruce. Some of the ornaments were larger than her head, but, at twelve, she was still one of the smallest kids in her school. The week before Christmas her parents had decided to take a last-minute trip to the Big Apple to meet with an ice cream distributor. Now, with the impending snow storm, they were in a rush to get out of New York City to make it home in time for Christmas in Colorado.

Piper didn’t want to miss seeing her family on Christmas morning. She had purchased a special gift for her Aunt Lorna. She hoped that her aunt would like the little snow globe with the Statue of Liberty that she’d found on a street vendor’s stand in front of their hotel. She’d bought it with the money that she’d saved from helping her parents around their ice cream shop, What’s the Scoop.

The shop had really been her mom’s idea. Since she was as crazy about ice cream as Piper, it was a good fit. Piper’s dad had thought up the name, playing off his own job as the editor for the only newspaper in a fifty square mile radius. Her aunt helped around the shop and practically ran the place for her mom. Her mother was more of the free spirit of the two. Piper liked to think that she was like her, but, in reality, she was more like her aunt. She liked organization and efficiency. Which was probably why the random scattering of bulbs on the hotel’s tree was bothering her to no end.

Her parents finished checking out of the hotel and grabbed their two massive suitcases. Piper knew that her mother had done some shopping while in the city. She hoped that she’d dropped enough hints about the walkie talkies that she wanted for her mother to pick up on. Her best friend, Sunny, lived two houses down from her and they wanted to be able to talk to each other at night. Her parents didn’t let her talk on the phone after 8pm, and that’s when Sunny seemed to remember all the good gossip from the day.

Her friend was a night owl, one of the many things that they didn’t have in common. But the old saying ‘opposites attract’ worked in their friendship. Since the day that she’d met Sunshine Francis, they’d been best friends. Piper couldn’t wait to get home to tell Sunny all about the massive buildings and museums that her parents had taken her to.

Sunny had never been out of Colorado. She had never seen a skyscraper. Piper’s parents made regular trips to New York to visit her father’s family. Her grandmother lived in a penthouse on the Upper East Side, but her dad wasn’t close with his mom. Their visits consisted of a few minutes of polite conversation in the lobby of her building, followed by promises for lunch. She didn’t know her grandmother very well, which was fine with her. She really didn’t understand why anyone would want to live in a city with so much noise and pollution. Piper missed being able to take a deep breath without choking on thick, dirty air that seemed to be everywhere.

“You ready Pipe?” Her mother strode up beside her, wrapping her arm around Piper’s shoulders. She smiled at the nickname her mother used for her. She couldn’t remember a time when her parents called her anything else. They only used her full name when she was in trouble, which wasn’t too often. Piper saw how other kids acted towards their parents, rebelling and avoiding them. She actually liked hanging out with both of her parents. She enjoyed listening to her mother’s humming around the shop, dreaming about different ice cream flavors to add to their already extensive menu. Piper felt that she was most like her father. She loved spending her mornings listening to him read news articles from other areas’ papers. They often discussed politics and current events over breakfast before she headed to school for the day. As an only child, she never felt lonely.

Sunny had two brothers and two sisters. She often asked Piper what she did for fun, never understanding when Piper told her about something funny her father had said or some crazy flavor of ice cream that her mother had dreamed up. The truth was, Piper was never lonely. She had her parents and her aunt. Sure, she’d wished for a little brother or sister when she was younger, but now she couldn’t imagine having to share her three favorite people with someone else.

“Sure, Mom, I’m ready. Are we going to the airport now?” Piper was anxious to get home before the storm hit.

“Yes, we just need to stop at a convenience store to buy some gum. Your father can’t fly without chewing gum, his ears won’t pop, and he’ll be miserable.” Her mom rolled her eyes, giving Piper a giggle.

The three of them walked the two blocks, luggage in hand, to the little corner store that the hotel clerk had recommended.

“How about you wait out here, Pipe? That way we don’t have to drag the luggage into the store with us. It seems a little cramped in there already.” Piper’s father handed her his suitcase and she sat it down with a ‘thunk’, nodding her head. She just wanted to get into a cab and be on their way back home.

“Don’t talk to any strangers,” her mother added. “I’m going to run in and find a good trashy magazine to read on the plane. You want anything honey?” Piper rolled her eyes at her mother, shaking her head. Her mom sure did love her trashy magazines. If aliens and a movie star were involved in the story, her mother couldn’t seem to get enough.

“We won’t be long, Pipe, promise.” Her father rustled her hair as he walked past her towards the store.

Her mother kissed her cheek and followed her father into the little corner store. Piper felt like a sentry, standing guard over her family’s luggage. She noticed that her father’s name tag was starting to come undone on his suitcase handle. She reached down, trying to secure the strap with his personal information written on it, knocking it down to the dirty cement. She ducked down to retrieve it, then froze at the blood-curdling scream that came from the store.

She straightened and looked through the glass front of the store, to see her parents both on their knees. A man stood in front of them, pushing what she assumed was a rag into her mother’s mouth. Her father seemed to be pleading with the man to stop. They both knelt with their arms behind their bodies and Piper couldn’t understand why her father didn’t push the man away from her mother. Why was he just kneeling there, doing nothing?

She took a step closer, wanting to hear what was being said. Her mother’s eyes widened, as if telling her to stop. Her gaze seemed fixed on Piper, begging her to stay where she was. The man shoved something into her father’s mouth, effectively ending his pleading. Her parents were crying, bound and gagged, in front of her and Piper didn’t know what to do. Her first instinct was to run in and demand that the man release her parents. They were supposed to be flying home. Her aunt Lorna would be waiting for them at the airport, in Colorado. She would worry about them when they didn’t get off the plane.

The man moved around behind her parents, to join another who was holding a gun to their backs. She could see both of her parents, the fear evident in their eyes. She was standing only feet in front of them—so close, she could almost touch them. They both watched her back through the glass of the store’s front window. Tears were streaming down their faces and she swore she could see all the love that they both felt for her. She reached her hand, covered in her red mitten, up to her face, to find that she had hot tears running down her cold cheeks.

The contrast between the bitter cold air and her tears stunned her back to reality. She started for the door, knowing that she had to do something. She could see the flare of fear in both of her parents’ eyes. Her father gave a slight shake of his head, as if telling her to stay away. She wanted to obey, but if she did nothing, what would happen to her parents? She didn’t have much time to consider her next move—the man holding the gun fired it at the store clerk, who was standing behind the cash register. The clerk stammered back against the window, blood smearing the clean glass as he slid down to the floor. He had been shot in the chest.

Her eyes darted back to her parents. Her mother seemed near hysterical. She was shaking and crying, watching Piper through the store window. Her father once again shook his head at Piper’s forward movement. She wanted to run into the store and wrap her arms around her parents, protecting them from the evil man that held the gun to her father’s head. But she felt frozen in place, unable to run to her parents or for help. She wanted to shout for help, scream at the injustice that was happening in the store, but she was silent. She looked up at the sky as the first snowflake fell, hitting her on the tip of her nose.

Then the shot rang out that took her father’s life. She looked back in time to see his lifeless body slump forward. Another shot broke through the silence as she watched the snow now falling freely around her, and she turned back to find her mother’s limp body lying over her father’s.

Time seemed to slow down. A scream ripped from Piper’s chest, garnering attention from the big man that had held the gun to her parents’ heads just seconds before. He extended his arm and pointed the gun at Piper. She could see her own hot breath escape into the air. She knew that she was about to meet the same fate as her parents and the store clerk, but still felt frozen in place, unable to move from the spot she was rooted to.

The sound of sirens broke through the quiet of Piper’s world. The man that had gagged her parents pulled the gunman’s arm down, removing her from danger. They seemed to be having a conversation. She couldn’t help but watch through the front glass window, still unable to move. The gunman looked back out at her and pointed his hand in her direction. He seemed fixated on Piper, while his accomplice kept pointing to the back of the store, tugging on the gunman’s arm. She watched as they both disappeared through the small aisle to the back of the store, away from her.

The world seemed to spin faster again; people were rushing past Piper and into the store, kneeling to check her parents. She knew what they were going to find— her parents were gone. She had watched their lives being taken, their bodies slumping to the floor like the trash that littered the city streets. Piper slid down to sit on her father’s leather suitcase. She wasn’t sure what to do, she felt cold and numb. The snow was falling heavily around her, coating her parents’ luggage and her jacket.

“You alright, honey?” A police officer stood in front of her, cautious in his approach. The way he moved towards her reminded her of someone trying to corner a frightened, stray dog. Piper could feel her head nodding, although why, she had no idea. She didn’t feel alright; her entire world was laying on the floor inside the convenience store. She was completely alone and hours from home. She laughed, knowing that the police officer was still watching her. Did she even have a home? Where was she going to go? Who would take care of her? Piper felt her whole body shiver; the police officer took that as his cue to wrap his coat around her. It smelled like cigarette smoke and mints.

“Thank you,” she stuttered.

“Sure,” he said softly. “Were those your parents?” His question was almost a whisper. Piper nodded her head, her throat burned with unshed tears.

“Did you see what happened to them?” Piper nodded her head again, still not trusting her own voice.

“Can you tell me your name?”

“Piper Flynn,” she croaked. “I just want to go home, please.” Now her tears were flowing unchecked down her face. The officer held out his gloved hand, prompting Piper to reach for him.

“My name is Officer Kennedy and I will make sure you get home honey, but I’m going to need to ask you a few questions first.” He eyed Piper’s luggage. “I’m guessing that your family was heading back home today?”

Piper nodded again.

“Do you know anyone in the city, Piper?” The officer pulled a pad of paper and a pen from his shirt pocket. “Can I call anyone locally to meet us at the station?”

Piper thought about his question, carefully considering if she wanted the police officer to contact her grandmother.

“My dad’s mom lives here.” She looked up to see him scribbling something on his pad. “Her name is Agnes Flynn.” Piper always called her grandmother “Aggie”. The older woman never wanted to be called the normal grandmotherly names, like Nana or Grandma. Piper’s father even called his own mother by her first name. She always found it strange, almost like they weren’t all family.

“Okay, Piper. I’ll give your grandmother a call when we reach the station. For now, I’m going to need for you to come with me.”

Piper looked at the suitcases that she sat on. “I’m not supposed to leave our bags,” she whispered, tightening her hold on her father’s bag. She still held his identification tag in her left mitten.

“I’ll have my friend bring your bags with us, will that be okay?” The police officer looked down hopefully at Piper. She nodded, knowing that she couldn’t sit on her dad’s suitcase for the rest of the day.

She chanced one last look into the store. She watched as police officers hovered over her mother’s lifeless form. She secretly hoped that her parents would get up from the floor, walk out through the door and join her on the street. But she wasn’t a foolish little girl; she knew that they were gone and that her whole world was about to change.

“I need to call my Aunt Lorna. She is supposed to meet us at the airport when we get home.” The police officer nodded down to her.

“Sure, Piper. Let’s get you warm and dry and we can call your aunt after we call your grandmother.”

Piper took the hand that the officer once again offered her, letting him lead her to the police car that sat just feet away. She didn’t look back to the store again. She knew what she would find there— nothing, just her past. Her parents couldn’t help her now. She was on her own.


 Chapter One

Thirteen years later

Piper woke to her own screams, sweat pouring from her body. The nightmares were always the same: watching her parents’ deaths. Sometimes the man who pulled the trigger, murdering them both, had a face and sometimes he didn’t. She had been to enough therapy sessions to know that she was intentionally blocking out his face, not wanting to see the evil that took her parents from her.

Each time she woke from the nightmare, she felt like that scared twelve-year-old girl, all alone in the world. Sure, she had her Aunt Lorna, who’d raised her after her parents’ deaths. Her grandmother, Agnes, hadn’t put up much of a fight to keep her in New York. Once Lorna had showed up, the day after her parents’ murders, the police had released her to her aunt’s care. Lorna had told Agnes that she wanted to take Piper back to Colorado with her and raise her as her own.

Piper had expected her grandmother to raise a fuss, but she’d been surprised at just how much her father’s mother didn’t seem to care. Sure, she’d shed a tear when asked to identify her son and daughter-in-law’s bodies, but she’d seemed cold and distant the rest of the time. Aggie hadn’t even hugged Piper good-bye when she left the police station. She’d told her that she wished her well, and if Piper ever needed anything, to please let her know.

Lorna had shown up the next day to claim Piper and take her back to Colorado. She’d been a mess, crying as if she had witnessed the murders herself. As for Piper, she hadn’t cried since she got into the officer’s car. It was as if her tears had dried up. Even through all the questions and having to identify the two men that had taken her parents away from her, she never shed a tear. Her therapist later told her that it was okay for her to grieve in any way that felt normal to her. There was no right or wrong way to mourn her parents.

Life felt both normal and completely changed once she and Lorna got back to Colorado. They settled into the routine of her small town, Lorna moving into her parents’ home. It was next door to the ice cream shop and it made life easier on Piper not to have to give up the only home she had ever known. Lorna didn’t want to uproot Piper’s life any more than it already had been, so her aunt gave up her small apartment to move in with her.

Lorna tried to run the ice cream shop for a few months, but found the new responsibility of raising Piper and running a business to be too much. Piper agreed with Lorna that closing the shop was the only way to go. Lorna got a job at the little library in town and the two seemed to manage. When Piper turned sixteen, she got a waitressing job at the diner in town. It was the only local place to eat out, so business was usually decent. It felt good to be able to help her aunt out with the tips that she made. People would ask her when she was going to re-open her mom’s shop, to which she would smile and shrug. She toyed with the idea but wasn’t sure if she even wanted to stay in Harvest Ridge.

When she was eighteen she received a letter from her parents’ lawyer, telling her that a trust had been set up for her by her parents before their deaths. She was to inherit a small sum of money when she turned twenty-one. The question was, what to do with it? She graduated from the local high school and took a month to travel around the country, with Sunny. The two lived in the back of Sunny’s VW Bus, and Piper couldn’t remember being happier. The last time she’d felt that happy was with her parents.

That summer, Sunny told her that she was going to take over her grandmother’s bakery back in Harvest Ridge. The bakery, Bee’s Buns, and Piper’s parents’ ice cream shop were in the same building. Since Lorna shut down the ice-cream shop, the bakery stood next to the boarded up ghost of a building. Sunny had a dream that she and Piper could join forces and re-open the ice cream shop.

“We’d be invincible! We’d corner the market on sweets in town.” Sunny was relentless with her pushing Piper to take a chance and make the leap of faith, for a change. Piper agreed, partially to shut Sunny up and partially to accept her best friend’s challenge. Piper never backed down from a dare, especially one issued by her best friend. So, they moved back home and got to work, effectively ending their summer of freedom. Piper decided to live in her childhood home, since it was convenient to the ice cream store and, well, free.

She and Sunny chose bright paint colors for both the stores. Sunny painted her entire store a lime green color with black accents. The inside of the bakery had black and white photos of baked goods that Sunny had taken. Her best friend was probably the most talented person Piper knew. Sunny convinced Piper to paint the ice cream shop hot pink with white stripes. At first, Piper was against anything so girly, but after they were finished she had to admit that her parents’ old shop had come back to life. The place never looked better.

She didn’t want any reminders of what life used to be like, when her parents were by her side. Reminders of what she’d lost were too painful. She wanted the shop to have a fresh start, just like her. She renamed the place Scrumptious , leaving the past behind. In her back office, she kept a small picture of her and her parents—the only reminder that Piper could bear to have around. She didn’t want to rest her laurels on what her parents had built. She wanted to show the town what she could do, this was her chance.

The town welcomed Piper and Sunny’s new places with open arms. The one thing about Colorado was that people ate ice cream even in the dead of winter. Her days were filled with hard work, serving people , and smiles from friends and neighbors. Piper’s nights were another story. She would walk the few feet to her little house, which Sunny had also convinced her to paint hot pink to match the shop, and lock herself away from the outside world. She could feel herself withdrawing from everyone around her, but she was too afraid to put herself out there.

Her aunt had convinced her to go back to her childhood therapist. Honestly, being told that regression is normal when your brain suffers seeing something as horrific as your parents’ murder, was somewhat comforting. She could at least work to try to claw her way back to the present, it just took some hard work and a lot of billable hours paid to her therapist.

Lorna decided to get a place of her own, the summer after Piper turned twenty-three. She told Piper that she needed to see what life had in store for her. She couldn’t blame her aunt for wanting to find her own place and live her life. After all, Piper was an adult now. On her days off, Lorna helped around the shop and Piper was grateful for the company. Working and running a business alone proved to be just that—lonely. Sure, she could run next door and hang out with Sunny, but both shops were usually pretty busy.

The only thing that kept Piper going was the thought of Thursday. That was the one day of the week that the entire town shut down. It was like days of old, when everything would be closed on Sunday, and people were forced to spend time together. Piper decided to put her therapist’s recommendations into practice and go on a special outing each Thursday. Sometimes she would drag Sunny or Lorna with her, and sometimes she’d go it alone. She was learning how to reassimilate back into society, forcing herself out of her home’s comfort zone. She knew that reopening her parents’ shop would take its toll on her mental health, she just didn’t realize how much of a home body she had become until she forced herself out each week.

At first, the trips out were almost painful. She found herself watching her phone, hoping for any excuse to go back home and shut the outside world away. But she reconnected with old friends from high school and even went to lunch with some of them. She learned to enjoy her Thursdays, over time, and eventually looked forward to her days off.

Sunny was just as much of a driving force behind pushing Piper back into the land of the living as her therapist was. And, God bless her, Sunny didn’t expect anything in return. Piper’s twenty-sixth birthday was this Thursday and Sunny had planned out a whole special day. She’d contacted a high adventure company, called Rocky Mountain High, owned by friends, Taggart and Torren Harrison.

The twins were very popular; both played football in high school and both were extremely good looking. Tag was the quieter of the two; he always seemed to be brooding about something. Torren liked to have a good time, especially with women. He didn’t seem to take anything seriously, in life or business. Torren dated his way through town, while Tag kept to himself. Piper couldn’t remember seeing Tag with a girl on his arm, although she was sure he wasn’t a monk.

Tag intrigued her since he often looked the way she felt. When he would come into her shop, he seemed to be mad about something or other, always staring at her but never really talking to her. She could never hold his stare for long, breaking eye contact and feeling flushed. It was almost like he was trying to see inside her, straight to her soul, and that was the last thing she wanted. She didn’t want anyone seeing just how much of a mess she made of her life in the past thirteen years. Still, there was something about Tag that made her think about letting down a few of her walls. She felt safe around him, which said a lot because the man was a mountain. He had to be around six foot five and his arms were larger than her thighs. His jet-black hair and crystal blue eyes really made him all the more ominous looking. He seemed oblivious to the way that all the women in town looked at him and quite obviously liked what they saw. That’s probably why Torren had so many dates—most people couldn’t tell the two apart and he didn’t seem to mind picking up his brother’s slack.

“Well, well. Look who’s sitting in the corner booth staring at you again.” Sunny seemed to love to stick her nose in Piper’s business. Especially since Sunny seemed to think that Taggart Harrison should be Piper’s business.

Piper scooped out a cone of peanut butter ripple ice cream and handed it over to the lady waiting.

“I can’t stop him from coming into my store, Sunny.”

Piper motioned to the waiting customer to meet her at the register. She rang out the family of four, all the children smiling and licking at the rainbow sprinkles she rolled their cones in. She couldn’t help but smile back at them. She loved how her little ice cream shop seemed to make people happy. No one left her place without a smile on their face. Well, no one except Tag. He never seemed to smile, especially around her.

“So, are you ready for our little day trip? Tag is leading the group and we have a hike planned with our friends. It’s going to be epic, Pipe!” Sunny spun around in a twirly circle, drawing the attention of everyone in the shop. She never seemed to mind people taking notice of her, she would just ignore it.

Piper groaned, thinking about having to spend the whole day with Tag. She was really hoping that Torren would lead the group; that would be so much easier than having to deal with Tag’s moodiness. For the past year, Tag had asked her out fifty-two times. He would stand outside of her shop, every Monday morning, and ask her on a date. And every Monday morning she turned him down. She was starting to feel badly about having to crush his spirit, because that was exactly what it felt like she was doing. Fifty-two rejections, and he was still showing up to ask her out, every Monday. She’d hoped after the first few times of turning him down he would take the hint and look elsewhere, but she was wrong. Besides being incredibly good-looking he was also the most stubborn man that she ever met.

She chanced a look over to where he sat in the corner booth, only to find him watching her. Honestly, if she didn’t know Tag, she would be afraid that he was stalking her. But he didn’t have a mean bone in his giant body. He stood and laid a few dollars on the table, throwing away his bowl of half-eaten ice cream. Sunny grabbed Piper’s arm as they watched Tag walk out of the front door of the shop, the little bell ringing. He didn’t even look back. No good-bye, nothing.

Sunny turned to face Piper. “You need to tell him yes, just once Pipe. You are destroying that beautiful man’s spirit and I can’t take it anymore.” Sunny was always a little over dramatic.

“Well, here’s an idea—you date him. That way, I can get on with my life and stop having to come up with new, creative ways to tell the guy no. You’ll be able to satisfy that itch that you seem to think that I have, for yourself.” Piper pretended to be busy wiping down the counters, but Sunny knew her too well to believe her distraction.

“How many times have you had to say no, Pipe?” Piper froze; she knew that she was about to get an earful from her best friend.

“Fifty-two times.” She cringed, waiting for Sunny’s shouts.

“A whole year?” Sunny’s whisper startled her more than a shout could have. Her response made Piper feel small and ashamed. And for what? She’d turned down the only gorgeous, single guy that she had wanted in a very long time. She never really dated in high school. And after school was over she and Sunny took off for a grand adventure, traveling from place to place. Piper had just never found the need for a boyfriend, too afraid that she would have to tell someone what happened to her family and have him think of her as a freak. Her life was comfortable, predictable and just what she needed- safe. A boyfriend would just complicate everything.

Her aunt had often tried to point out a cute guy but eventually gave up. There were even rumors around town that Piper was a lesbian. She was fine with that; at least that lie would keep her from having to deal with the truth coming out—she was a coward. She had never kissed a boy, and, at almost twenty-six, people would label her as a freak. She’d rather be labeled a lesbian than a freak any day. She heard the way people whispered about her, how they all pitied her after her parents died. Sunny and Lorna were the only people in town not to treat her any differently after she returned home from New York all those years ago. Everyone in town knew what happened. In a place as small as Harvest Ridge, everyone knew each other’s business. Piper kept to herself and that’s the way she wanted it to stay.

Sunny grabbed Piper’s hand, drawing her back to their conversation. “Piper, I hope that one day you see that you’re worth the trouble of someone asking you out fifty-two times. When he asks you the next time, take a chance and say yes. You deserve some happiness. Tag’s a good guy, just give him a chance.” Then she dropped Piper’s hand and pulled her in for one of her infamous long hugs.

Piper watched as her friend left through the back door to the alley that joined their two stores. She couldn’t think about the possibility that Sunny might be right. If her friend had her way, Piper would open herself up to someone who would have the ability to hurt her. She couldn’t let that happen. If she let Tag in and lost him—she didn’t know if she could live through that. Better to never love at all.

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