Summary:
It takes an impossible Christmas wish for Bailey to find forever love with his brother’s best friend.
Turning twenty-five and still a virgin, Bailey has barely dated, let alone acted on the private fantasies featuring his brother’s best friend, newly retired hockey star, Kai. All he wants is for Kai to love him, but after a summer when Kai’s anger drove them apart, love doesn’t seem possible at all.
When Kai goes home to Wishing Tree, he knows he owes everyone an apology, not least of all to the man he loves. He’s convinced he can be the man Bailey deserves, and he needs to show Bailey how much he’s changed.
The only problem? Bailey has secrets he’s scared will drive Kai away, and Kai is running out of time to convince Bailey that falling in love starts with a wish, and can end up in forever.
The Wishing Tree is a standalone small-town Christmas MM romance with perfect snow, twinkling lights, a first real kiss, a shy virgin with a silken kink, a retired hockey player, and all the Christmas feels.
A Christmas for Holly #2
Summary:
Trapped in a snowstorm, Paul and Lucas find that unresolved feelings from a single, impulsive kiss could spark something deeper, leading them toward the most magical Christmas miracles.
The festive season offers nothing but despair for Paul ‘Holly’ Hollister, the once-proud captain of the Albany Harriers. His once-glittering hockey career has crumbled, leaving him crippled with anxiety and without a sense of direction. After a stint in rehab, Holly is desperate for peace—something his best friend Kai seems to have found in the snowy town of Wishing Tree. Despite his hatred for the cold, Holly is drawn there by friendship—and by the unsettling dreams of Lucas Haynes, the man he drunkenly kissed at Kai and Bailey’s wedding and hasn’t been able to forget since. The only problem? Lucas is determined to keep him at arm’s length.
Lucas Haynes has never felt a romantic pull toward anyone—until that unexpected kiss with Holly at his brother’s wedding flipped his world upside down. Finding out Holly was already in a relationship afterward had only fueled his frustration and his decision to avoid the hockey star. But now that Holly is in Wishing Tree, single and adrift, Lucas can’t deny the attraction that still simmers between them. When a snowstorm traps them together, Lucas’ sarcasm and distrust slowly crumble under Holly’s vulnerability. As secrets come to light, old wounds are reopened, and the undeniable spark between them grows into something more, Lucas starts to wonder if this closeness could be the love he never thought he’d find—and if Holly might get the second chance at happiness he so desperately needs.
A Christmas for Holly is an opposites-attract, hurt/comfort, Christmas romance featuring a retired hockey captain with crippling anxiety, a guarded gift store owner grappling with unexpected attraction, unresolved tension from a drunken wedding kiss, a charming small town blanketed in snow, meddling but loving family, and a snowstorm that brings honesty and vulnerability to light—leading to a heartwarming holiday happily ever after.
Original Review January 2022:
As always, RJ Scott's talent for romance is spot on, she has never let me down yet and The Wishing Tree is another great holiday story that I've come to expect from her. Don't get me wrong, no matter how many stories an author has written that I loved I always go in with an open mind so my past story love doesn't cloud my judgement.
Bailey and Kai's journey is an amazing balance of love, friendship, drama, romance, and holiday festiveness. No one element overshadowed the others and I think that was one of the things that really spoke to me here. Having grown up in a small town I can honestly say the author captures the feel that comes with a smaller community, good and bad, it's spot on.
Another factor I really loved was how this story is a combination of on page and off page love. What do I mean by that? Well Bailey's kink is made known but not so much the exploration of it. Stories with kinks to any degree can be great fun, be incredibly passionate both in discovery and execution but sometimes I don't need to have said heat in graphic detail and when done right, off page heat will pull me into the story even deeper. You ask "how?" well the author is leaving it up to the readers' imagination and that can actually be immensely fun, by letting my mind write the scene I feel like I'm part of the story. So Kudos to RJ Scott for letting me be part of this holiday story.
The Wishing Tree is definitely a winning holiday gem and has me already missing Bailey and Kai but also has me wondering what creative holiday story Miss Scott will bring us when Christmas 2022 nears.
A Christmas for Holly #2
Original Review Book of the Month December 2024:
Due to some family health issues this won't be as long a review as I typically do. Also, due to those health issues it took me a bit longer to read A Christmas for Holly than usual as well but don't for a minute think if was because RJ Scott's 2024 Xmas story wasn't as good as any of her others, because it was brilliant. Not only was the story full of love, friendship, chemistry, family, drama, healing, and all around heart it also included some Thanksgiving talk which is hard to find in the LGBT genre.
There are early moments where you want to give Holly a smack but at the same time it is pretty obvious he is dealing with some internal issues so despite the hurt he causes you just want to wrap him a huge Mama Bear Hug. As a caregiver, I appreciate the patience Lucas has, probably more than I would have in that situation. There is just so much packed into this holiday fare, you can't help but feel completely enveloped by the emotions of the season and connected to all the characters. Truly an all around holiday entertaining gem.
And if you've read The Wishing Tree(book 1), you get a glimpse of Kai and Bailey as well and their story was such a lovely read that getting to see them again was just the bow on the package. If you have yet to read Wishing Tree, Vermont book 1, you won't be lost as they are separate couples with their own stories but I think knowing their journey helps paint a more complete picture.
The Wishing Tree #1
Chapter One
BAILEY
Back then
The Wishing Tree is beautiful, a dark shape towering over me against a pale dawn sky in the middle of the park. It was magic to me as a child, a place to leave Santa a wish for the gift I wanted the most, which then appeared magically on Christmas Day. It had stood here longer than this town, the streets built around it, with room for the small park where the fountain ran with spring water, and for the bandstand, which was lost in the snow in the far corner. No one really knew the history of the huge, spreading oak, only that at some point in the past the people who lived in Buchanan Springs had decided to start tying ribbons to the branches in winter and make wishes.
It became something more— a tourist mecca. So much so that the town changed its name in 1952, and the thriving existence of Wishing Tree, Vermont, owed everything to this silent witness of the changing years.
“I don’t know what to wish for,” I murmured, the words echoing in the hush of the blanket of snow that had fallen overnight. Dawn painted the sky with the first blush of sunrise, and I was early enough that I was the only one there, staring up at the branches and then down at the blank card in my hand, not knowing what to write.
This could be the most important wish I’d ever make.
More important than the make-your-own-jewelry set I’d asked for when I was ten, or the paints and sketch books I’d requested at eleven, or even the theatrical makeup set I’d wanted when I was twelve. I was fifteen, gay, searching for meaning in my small-town life, and desperately in love with my brother’s best friend.
And today was the day I told my family everything. Not about who I loved, but who I was. Gay. Different. Wrong.
“Just write the words, Bailey,” I admonished, but the words wouldn’t come.
I was terrified of what my family would say, how things might change, and worst of all if they would ever love me again.
I wish that my family won’t hate me. I wish I didn’t feel so wrong in this world.
The wish had to be perfect. What did I want more than anything else?
Kai Buchanan. That was who I wanted.
An image of Kai slipped into my head, and I just let it stay there, used to thinking about him because he consumed my waking thoughts and followed me onto heated dreams. It didn’t help that he was in town for a couple of days— a quick visit with his family before heading back to the Albany Harriers and his professional hockey career. I’d seen him three times— managed to avoid him on two of those occasions, never knowing what to say to him. I huddled further into my coat as a cold breeze collected fallen snow and flung it at my face.
The sound of approaching footsteps on the icy trail made me shuffle forward a few inches to hide, vainly hoping no one would notice my bright yellow coat, but I’d been spotted. In horror, I saw that it was one person I didn’t want to see who’d caught me there so early. Kai.
“Angel! Hi!” He bent at the waist, stretching, but turning his face as he did, so he could send me a smile. His eyes were such a beautiful shade of caramel, just this side of topaz, and his lips were lush and pink and pillow soft. He called me Angel because, according to him, my hair, all blond curls and long, made me look like an angel. I secretly loved him calling me that, and he was the only one who did.
“Hey.” I sketched an awkward wave, the card obvious in my hand and, embarrassed, I shoved it deep into my pocket, hoping he didn’t notice.
“Are you adding a wish?” he asked, then he jumped over a mound of snow and headed my way. I swear I was going to die on the spot. “I should do that before I go.” He lifted the lid to the sheltered card box, and picked up a pen, which he proceeded to tap on the surface. “I’ll have to owe the tree a dollar. I’ll bring it back later.” He glanced up at the tree as if he was apologizing to the skeleton of branches. “I don’t know what to wish for.” He side-eyed me. “What are you wishing for?”
Oh god, my tongue was a hundred times too big for my mouth. I couldn’t tell him all my secrets; I wouldn’t have known where to start. I let out what sounded like a squeak, and same as my brothers, he didn’t pause to let me answer because he knew as well as they did that I didn’t talk much, that I was shy.
He tapped the pen on his lip, leaned on the small table next to the honesty box, and crossed his legs at the ankles, staring up at the branches and frowning. “I guess I could wish for the Harriers to go all the way to the Cup, but I don’t want to tempt fate.” He glanced at me, and smiled, and my chest got so tight I forgot how to breathe, my greedy inhalation of air so dramatic.
He frowned at me. “Are you okay?”
I nodded. He was so beautiful, and I was so besotted that talking was hard. Talking was impossible. He smiled at me, and his smile was my undoing. I edged deeper into my shaded hiding place— just a small shuffle step— but everything was too loud, and the peace I’d found under the tree had gone. My safe space was more like a prison because I was frozen to the spot, and what had started out as a simple act of putting a wish on the tree was now me not being able to breathe.
Fuck. That happened fast.
Cold sweat trickled down my spine, and I shivered, clutching my arms to my chest, and not looking up at Kai in case I gave too much away. He’d been a witness to these short panic attacks since I was a toddler, and wouldn’t think anything of it, but I didn’t want to be this stupid thing. I wanted to be confident. I stared down at the snow and waited for him to comment, but he was focused on the wish, and I had space to try to settle the panic. I hadn’t slept at all last night, knowing what I was going to do today How I was going to tell my family I was gay and how I might lose everything if they didn’t understand.
Kai tapped his pen against the card, and I focused on the rhythmic tapping and the husky depth of his perfect voice. “Maybe I should wish that I get called up for the All-Star team?” The last comment, he phrased as a question. I made a humming noise to indicate I agreed, and all I could wish for at that moment was for the ground to open and swallow me.
“Nah, that’s not likely. I think I’ll just go for winning the next game,” he announced with added jazz hands, then scribbled on the card with his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth, before threading a ribbon through a big hole and tying his wish to one of the higher branches. “There.” He patted the wish and held his hand out for my card. “You want me to tie yours up?” Not only was he six years older than me, but he was also a foot taller, sexy, and confident with cropped dark hair, and so handsome it made me want to cry. I’d known him my entire life— his sister Brooke, was dating my oldest brother, Callum; he was best friends with brother number two, Lucas; and he played pool with brother three, Duncan. He knew me better than most, and this was where it was going to go to shit because when I didn’t say anything, he rested a hand on my shoulder and squeezed.
“It’s okay, Angel, you do it on your own time.” He stretched away from me, touching his toes. “I’ll see you after Christmas.”
“You’re going already?” Did I sound desperate? I think I sound desperate.
“Yeah, later today.”
“Oh.” Words had long since fled. Shit. Shit. Shit!
“Bye.” He picked his way over the snowdrift, and I wish he’d jump it again because that was sexy. But then, I didn’t want him to go. I wanted him to stay here and tell me what to wish for. I didn’t know how to word it so that people would understand who I was and wouldn’t hate me for my secrets. I didn’t want to lose everything. I had to tell someone, I had to try to see if I could still be loved if my secrets were out in the world.
“I’m gay,” I blurted, and wished I hadn’t spoken at all when the words drifted toward him.
He turned to face me, as I blundered ahead with the list of things I wanted people to know. “I’m gay, there, I said it. Gay. And I like wearing… I mean, I have this silk that I like to have with me all the time, and I hold it tight, and it makes me feel…” sexy, special… “good. I want to have it next to my skin. I want to wear silk panties like I’ve read about, and I want to get a corset, so it’s real tight, but soft, and it’s the only way I can get off… fuck… I want to love all those parts of myself, and I’m terrified my family will hate me, and that the town won’t understand, and that I will never get anyone to get the real me.” I tipped my chin and stared at him. “And worst of all, I love you.”
Kai’s mouth dropped open— he didn’t look shocked at my outburst, or disgusted, or any of a million hateful, hurtful things I assumed I’d see. But as I watched him unpick all the words, he didn’t immediately pull me into his arms and kiss me senseless either. If anything, he seemed confused and wary.
“Oh, Angel,” he sounded resigned, overcome, and after a moment’s hesitation he picked his way back over the snow to me. He wasn’t exactly throwing himself at me and answering with vows of undying affection. Humiliation began to curl inside me. “It’s okay,” he added.
“It’s not okay,” I managed to force out in desperation, then pressed my hands over my chest. “I’m all wrong, it’s all wrong. You don’t love me, and why can’t I just be normal. I’m not right inside…”
To my shame, hot tears spilled over, and coursed down my cold face, and I couldn’t catch a breath.
“Come here, Angel.” Kai stepped into my space and held me tight, comforting me as if I’d had a nightmare and had just woken up. He rocked me and told me all kinds of things. “It’s okay to be who you are, and to love anyone you want to. Just don’t waste your time on me, okay?” My heart cracked then, and I tugged myself away. “As for your family? They’re good people, and you know that they’ll one-hundred-percent have your back.”
He patted my shoulder as if I was a dog who needed a reward. “Nothing has to change— but you know, you might want to keep some of your secrets for a while, like thinking you have feelings for me, and the silk, yeah? But the big stuff, being yourself, being gay, that’s just you, and they’ll know that.”
“I don’t think I have feelings for you, I know I do.”
I wish my heart wasn’t breaking. I wish Kai was mine. I wish I was more the kind of person that Kai might hold and love.
“I have a girlfriend,” he began carefully.
“But you’ve kissed a boy, too.” I know I sounded desperate.
“What?” he glanced around us, and he looked scared. “Who told you that? It’s not true.”
I lowered my voice. “Yes it is. A man in a nightclub; I heard you and Lucas talking about it.” My heart was pounding.
“Shit. You can’t tell anyone that,” he said with urgency, leaning close so he could whisper his fears. “No one but Lucas knows; it’s a secret, okay? No one on the team knows, okay? You can’t tell anyone. Swear to me.”
“I won’t, I wouldn’t…” He looked so accusing, as if I’d done something awful, and I hated the way it made me feel.
“Sorry, I know you wouldn’t. Fuck!” He clenched his hands into fists at his sides, clearly fighting something I couldn’t understand. “I have to keep my secret, but you don’t need to keep yours, okay. I know that’s double standards, but…” He ran out of words.
“We both have secrets,” I said softly, tears pricking my eyes.
“But mine could ruin my career, and I’m not going there.”
“I’ll be sixteen soon, and I could come to Albany with you and—”
“We’ll always be friends, Angel.” He made as if to touch me but then thought better of it and dropped his hand. “I can’t be anything else. I have to go.”
Kai shivered. He wasn’t wearing a coat like me, the only concession he’d made to the weather was the woolen hat that covered his hair and ears. He made as if he was going to ruffle my hair, and I ducked and would have toppled back into the snow if he hadn’t caught me. He was so close. All I needed to do was reach up and press my lips to his, and that would’ve been my first kiss, and then he’d see that he could love me the same way as I did him. But he set me away from him and patted my shoulders all the while looking around us as if he expected someone to notice us.
“Bye, Angel.” I usually loved that he called me Angel, but right then it felt like an insult as I watched him leave.
“Bailey. My name is freaking Bailey,” I murmured as he reached the path. He must have heard me, because he turned to face me, and I couldn’t read his expression at all.
“You’ll always be Angel to me,” he said clearly. “My Angel,” he tagged on those two words wonderingly, and with hesitation, and that made me furious.
“I’m not your anything!” I whispered brokenly.
For a moment, I thought he might come back to me, but I realized how wrong I was when he winced, and then ran off along the trail, disappearing around the corner in the blink of an eye.
I wished he loved me, I wished he’d wanted to kiss me. I loved him with all my heart and tears blurred my vision as I pulled out the wishing card. Somehow my poor bruised heart helped me to know exactly what I wanted to say. It was everything I wanted.
I wish my first kiss was with Kai Buchanan and that one day he’ll love me back.
A Christmas for Holly #2
Chapter 1
Lucas
Last Christmas
With fresh snow falling and everyone’s breath turning to mist in the cold, I watched my little brother Bailey marry my best friend Kai. I never imagined seeing them exchange vows would hit me this hard, because I wasn’t swept up in romance or fairy-tale moments. But there was something about how Kai’s eyes lit up when Bailey slid the ring onto his finger, about how they looked at each other as if nothing else mattered. It wasn’t jealousy that I felt—just a pang of… something.
Of what, I couldn’t say.
As one of four boys—Callum, Duncan, me, then Bailey, the youngest—Bailey had plenty of choices for best man, and Callum had gotten the honor by default. He was doing an admirable job, standing tall and proud, as if he’d waited his whole life to usher his kid brother into marriage. I already had my role as shared best man—Kai’s. It was a title I co-owned with Paul “Holly” Hollister, current captain of the Albany Harriers, the team Kai had just retired from.
Holly was bright, loud, and always on, and today was no different. He flirted with everyone and made so many people smile.
Including me.
And, for some reason, whenever he smiled at me, it made my heart do strange things, as it had done since I first met him when we were both eighteen. I’d gone to the draft in Winnipeg with Kai, and the Harriers took him and Paul, or Holly as he was nicknamed for obvious reasons. I was thirty-two now… fourteen years in the making, but my affection, for want of a better word, for Holly got stronger with every interaction. I dated here and there when the mood struck me, but it always felt more like an obligation than something I wanted. I didn’t spark easily. With all three of my brothers now married, I sometimes wondered if I ever really would.
But then there was Holly.
It had started at the draft. He’d gone first round, the media darling of the event, and as a diehard hockey fan, I couldn’t help but be in awe of him—the boy the media had dubbed the savior of whichever team landed him.
From that moment, Holly became part of my world. At first, it was through Kai, given I was Kai’s best friend from small-town Vermont, and Holly was Kai’s best friend in the city. We shared the best friend title, and Holly became woven into my story through that.
Over time, though, things shifted. Holly wasn’t just the captain of the Harriers, the two-time Stanley Cup champions, the guy who’d led his team to back-to-back wins in his early twenties. He wasn’t only Kai’s best friend or the player who pulled in millions while dazzling the media with his bright grin and quick charm. He was… Holly. A guy who winked at me across the ice the second time he lifted the Cup, handed it off to Kai, and celebrated with a laugh that echoed in my chest long after the moment had passed.
Maybe the wink had been for me. Perhaps it had been for the whole family, sitting behind the bench and cheering for the team. But something had sparked that day, and I hadn’t been able to let it go since.
It never became anything tangible, not really. A few moments of gentle flirting here and there, nothing more than teasing smiles and stray glances that confused me about what they meant—if they meant anything. But it was enough to plant the seed, to make me start noticing things about him I’d never noticed about anyone else. The way he carried himself was confident but never cocky. The way his laugh could light up a room. He seemed to draw people into his orbit effortlessly as though he was the center of some unseen source of gravity.
And now, here at the wedding when I caught sight of him across the crowd, laughing at something Duncan had said, my heart leaped. It didn’t make sense. I wasn’t supposed to feel this way about someone like Holly—a star so bright he seemed untouchable. But somehow, without me realizing it, I’d been drawn in, caught in his orbit. And now, I wasn’t sure how to untangle myself, or if I even wanted to.
But the man who’d come to the wedding wasn’t the same Holly I’d slowly fallen for. He’d still winked, flirted, laughed, teased Kai, and hugged Bailey, but there was something off in him.
Broken. Remote.
Was I the only one who could see it?
“Great wedding!” he’d shouted in my ear, already halfway to sloppy drunk, leaning on me, then moving on before I could answer, loud and showboating and grabbing everyone around him for a laugh. He was as smooth as ever in his Armani suit, polished to perfection, all show, and not much more, so where was the real Paul Hollister who made my heart skip and my cock go hard?
“What’s going on with Holly?”
I’d been asked the same question by way too many people, as if I was the knowledge keeper of all things Holly. Callum was confused when Holly swept Brooke from his arms and dipped her so low they ended up on the floor. Then Duncan told me Holly had scared some of the kids by making lion noises from the bushes. Finally, Mom asked me to help when Holly tried to limbo under the cake table, nearly causing the whole thing to fall.
I was the best man to Kai, not a watchdog for a drunken idiot, but still, I followed him at a distance.
“Always next to me, sexy!” he shouted at me again, then yanked me onto the dance floor as though he were possessed. I managed to wrangle him so we ended up at the edge of the room, far enough away from the bar that he couldn’t get another drink.
“What is wrong with you!” I whispered for his ears only. “Calm the fuck down!”
He laughed at me, then I couldn’t hold onto the slippery sucker, and he was away faster than the fastest fast thing.
By the time they’d cut the cake, which was still in one piece, Holly was already down several more glasses of champagne, laughing louder than anyone, avoiding me at all costs. I saw the stares he was getting. Some disapproval—how could he disrupt a cozy winter wedding? Some fondness—aww, he doesn’t do quiet or contained.
Holly was everywhere at once, larger than life. Except tonight, Mr. Entertainer’s laughter was too loud, his smiles forced, and it got so bad that Kai nodded at him and then me.
“Can you keep an eye on him?” he asked, his brow furrowed as he glanced over at Holly, who was now halfway through what had to be his fifth drink. “I’d do it myself, but—”
“No problem,” I replied. I got it. Today was Kai’s day, and Bailey deserved every second of his attention.
“Any idea why he’s like this?” I asked, watching Holly stumble toward the bar again.
Kai shrugged. “Team’s not doing so well.”
“Right. The fate of the world,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.
Holly captained his team as if it were a matter of life or death, and I understood why he’d be upset with a few losses—well, a lot of losses. It took many zero points to be three points from the bottom of the league.
But to act out as if his whole world was falling apart because of them…
I went to the bar where Holly was ordering another drink. “I think you’re good for now,” I told him, reaching out to steady him when he swayed.
Holly turned, eyebrows lifted. “Lucas! Sexy man!” He slung an arm around my shoulders, and I could smell the sharp tang of whiskey on his breath. “Here to join the party?”
“Here to make sure you don’t ruin the party,” I said, peeling his arm off me. “How much have you had?”
“Not enough,” he grinned, a hard edge to his voice.
“Well, stop,” I said, nodding toward Kai and Bailey. “Remember them?”
Holly’s gaze softened momentarily, and he seemed to remember where he was. “Yeah. I’m happy for them. Just wish…” He shook his head, turning away.
“Wish what?” I asked before I couldn’t stop myself from stepping around him so I could meet his dark brown eyes.
My breath hitched at the emotion I saw there, and I wanted to hug him so badly. I was the guy who was always content on his own. The guy who watched friends fall in and out of love while he focused on work, family, and a handful of friendships that didn’t come with strings or expectations.
But here I was, staring at Paul Hollister, wondering why, tonight, when he was acting like an asshole, I was still there with this tug in my chest.
“Wish what, Holly?” I asked again, hearing the softness in my voice.
He blinked at me, his gaze sharp for someone with too much liquor in him. “Nothing.” He gestured to the dance floor, where many people had started swaying to some Christmas tune. “Let’s dance,” he said, his tone half challenge, half plea.
I snorted. “Yeah, I don’t dance.”
“Then hold my drink,” he said, thrusting his near-empty glass at me before staggering toward the middle of the dance floor.
I stood there awkwardly, holding his drink as he stumbled and spun, coaxing laughter from people around him, grabbing the hands of strangers and putting on a show.
“You can sit down, you know,” I muttered when he made his way back for a refill, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, a grin plastered across his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Sit? At a wedding?” he scoffed, grabbing his drink and taking a long sip. “What are you, ninety?”
“You don’t have to keep up the act, you know,” I said, the words slipping out before I could second-guess them.
For a moment, his smile dropped, and his eyes met mine, searching. Then he laughed. “What act?”
“You tell me,” I replied, my voice low.
He opened his mouth as if he were about to answer, but then he just shook his head. “You wouldn’t get it.”
“Try me.”
His bravado kept slipping, showing these quick flashes of vulnerability before he covered it up with another laugh. Or perhaps it was that, for once, I wanted to share that vulnerability, and I don’t know… fix it?
He stared at me, his eyes narrowing. “Why do you care?” His voice was rough, almost accusing.
“Good question,” I muttered. Because I didn’t know. I didn’t know why his ridiculous act, half-sober smirk, or stupid laugh didn’t stop me from feeling the pull toward him.
“You don’t know me, Lucas,” he said, his voice a low rasp, his eyes bright with emotion. “And trust me, you don’t want to.”
I held his gaze, refusing to look away. “But here I am.” I shrugged, though my chest felt tight with something I didn’t recognize.
Holly’s expression softened. He opened his mouth, and for a heartbeat, I thought he might say something real. But then he smirked, taking another swig of his drink. “Your funeral, buddy.”
As he walked back onto the dance floor, his laughter ringing out, I watched him, a familiar ache gripping my chest. Not for the first time in my life, I wanted to understand this pull toward another person—this urge to hug him, hold him close, and make things better.
And it scared me.
RJ ScottWriting love stories with a happy ever after – cowboys, heroes, family, hockey, single dads, bodyguards
USA Today bestselling author RJ Scott has written over one hundred romance books. Emotional stories of complicated characters, cowboys, single dads, hockey players, millionaires, princes, bodyguards, Navy SEALs, soldiers, doctors, paramedics, firefighters, cops, and the men who get mixed up in their lives, always with a happy ever after.
She lives just outside London and spends every waking minute she isn’t with family either reading or writing. The last time she had a week’s break from writing, she didn’t like it one little bit, and she has yet to meet a box of chocolates she couldn’t defeat.
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