Winter Wishes (Sharing Space #5)

By Nina Perez

Winter Wishes is the fifth book in the six-part Sharing Space series. A new book will be available for Kindle download every few weeks. Each book is a short, fun, and sexy read that will leave you wanting more.

Tis the season of giving and togetherness, but a conniving ex and a family tragedy threaten to tear apart everything that Chloe and Patrick worked so hard to build.

The sixth and final book in the Sharing Space series, Before Forever, will be available by May 5th 2014.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nina Perez
• Release date: Apr 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311618474

Nina Perez

Nina Perez is the author ofThe Twin Prophecies: RebirthBlog It Out, BitchThe Sharing Space SeriesThe Twin Prophecies: Origins (March 2014)Lily in the Middle (Summer 2014)She is also the founder of Blog It Out, Bitch and Project Fandom, a site filled with the latest in pop culture from a geek’s point of view.During the day she serves as a Social Media Community Manager for an online outdoor retailer. By night, she writes, watches a lot of British TV, and spends quality time with her two MacBook Pros, iPhone, and iPad 2.She enjoys tabletop gaming, video games, smexy novels, crime novels, and anything science fiction. From Brooklyn, New York, she now resides in Portland, Oregon with her husband and two children.She may also be slightly addicted to Apple products, Benedict Cumberbatch, Doctor Who, Game of Thrones, and Idris Elba.

Book preview

Winter Wishes

Sharing Space – Book Five

By Nina Perez

Winter Wishes (Sharing Space #5)

Copyright © 2014 Nina Perez

Published by JK Press at Smashwords

To the usual suspects…

MJ Heiser & Steven Novak

My Project Fandom crew

My parents, siblings, and family

Sophie Loney

And most of all, thank you to Donny, Kali, and Jack

Table of Contents

Chapter One: Shining Moments

Chapter Two: What a Ho-Ho-Ho

Chapter Three: Too Little Too Late

Chapter Four: Not Quite Good Enough

Chapter Five: Saying Goodbye

Chapter Six: Black Christmas

Chapter Seven: Confession

Chapter Eight: A Lot Like Love

Chapter One

Shining Moments

Patrick

Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t love me.

I don’t love you.

You’re lying. You can’t just turn it off. You can’t just flick a switch and suddenly not love someone. When we were at our best, we were like fire. You don’t just turn that off overnight.

This isn’t overnight. You know that. You just won’t admit it—

What? Is it your family? Your mother is making you do this, isn’t she? What has she threatened you with this time?

It’s not my mother. It’s not my family. It’s me. My feelings have changed. I’ve changed. Since the accident I’ve become a different man.

No. I refuse to believe it. You’re still the same man. Somewhere inside there is the man I love, the man who loves me. I… I… have no idea what my next line is.

Cut!

I’m sorry, Patrick.

No worries.

I smiled at my co-star, Jenni Freeman, who played Carly Buchanan on Shining Moments. We’d been shooting scenes together for a few weeks and it wasn’t like Jenni to forget her lines this often in one day, but we’d also been working since six in the morning. It was now after five and everyone was ready to call it a day.

Sorry, guys, Jenni said, turning towards the crew and our director, Mick, who’d just called cut on the scene.

What do you say we call it a wrap for you two? We can pick this up first thing tomorrow. You both have a five a.m. call time, correct? Mick asked, consulting his iPad.

Jenni and I both nodded in agreement. Early morning call times were old hat to me now that I’d been working on the show for almost a full month. I didn’t mind one bit. I was working. I was an actor. And that was all that mattered. As I walked towards my dressing room—past Stages Four and Five and several makeup rooms—I smiled at the photos lining the walls. They were framed glossy headshots of the show’s cast members. There were veterans; actors who’d been on the show back when I was in diapers and there were Emmy winners, fan favorites, and icons. Now I was their peer, and it felt amazing.

My suitemate, a young black actor named Damien Yates, was resting on one of the sofas when I entered the room. He had an open script tented across his chest and was looking up at the ceiling, softly reciting lines. Not wanting to disturb him I quietly made my way to the mini fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

Hey, man. New scripts should be here soon. Damien sat up, tossing his script on the sofa cushion next to him.

Didn’t mean to interrupt, I said, dropping into the recliner on my side of the dressing room.

I was done. I got four pages of dialog in this one. If I don’t know it by now…

Yeah. I’m trying to get used to how fast it all moves.

We shot each episode weeks in advance, but still only had a little more than one week to learn new lines. It was definitely a lot more fast-paced than theatre or commercials, but it was also more rewarding.

We get a bad rap with the cheesy storylines and all, but you don’t appreciate how much work soaps are until you’re in it.

He wasn’t lying. In just one month I’d already pushed myself further than I ever had as an actor. Sure, sometimes the storylines were a bit over the top—rumor had it a killer robot story had been nixed by producers shortly before I was hired—but there was no denying that as an actor I was challenged and I’d never felt