Everything Short Story Collection

By Evelyn Lyes

Everything Short Story Collection includes six short stories. Due to sexual content this book is recommended for 17+.

Everything You Want to Forget
Sometimes old flame can't be put out.
Ten years had passed since the end of the high school and Helen Elliot is now a successful confident business woman, who goes to the class reunion for one reason only. To prove herself that she has got over the boy who took her heart and then shattered it. But all it takes is one look at James Conroy for her to be lost under his spell again. She sleeps with him and then tries to get away from him, afraid that he's going to break her heart for second time, but this time, he chases after her and she has nowhere to hide.

Everything You Can’t Have
Sometimes good things come to those who wait.
For just three days a year, coffee shop worker Andy gets to spend time with her lover, Shaun. She loves him with every fibre of her being, but with his busy and dangerous career, she is convinced that for him she is nothing but a distraction he can't afford to have.
Shaun regrets the day he let Andy break off their relationship. Since three days a year is no longer enough for him, he has an announcement for her: some things are about to change, and it might seem that everything she thinks can’t have will soon be within her reach.

Everything You Love
Sometimes love is forever.
Young heiress Isabella Thornton is in love with her bodyguard, Andrew. He is everything to her: her protector, her hero and the object of her sexual fantasies. But he will never be what she wants most: her lover.
Twelve years ago Andrew prevented Isabella from being kidnapped, and he hasn't left her side since. She's the only woman he has ever wanted, but as a member of a prestigious wealthy family, she's out of his reach. But in a moment of recklessness, Andrew's self control slips and they kiss.
Andrew vows to never again make the mistake of risking his position by her side, but Isabella has a plan and isn't willing to accept anything less than a future with the man who is everything she loves.

Everything Valentine’s Day Special
Heiress Isabella Thornton is looking forward to her wedding with her bodyguard and lover Andrew Bladford. But Isabella's dictatorial grandmother has allied with the wedding planner to put on the wedding of a lifetime, and together they're draining Isabella's joy. With time, eloping is looking more and more like the perfect solution. Isabella has to decide whether she's willing to disappoint her grandmother, and her entire family, to have the wedding of her dreams.

Everything Halloween Special
Rose is enjoying her lovey-dovey life with the man of her dreams, Kalen. Right now there’s only one intrusion on her happiness, talk of marriage. She loves Kalen, but she’s not ready to get married, too afraid that marriage will change them. But when she and Kalen take a vacation to an old Victorian mansion that turns out to be anything but what she expected, she discovers that marriage is the least of her worries and that whatever happens, she’s willing to do anything to be with Kalen, no matter what he changes into.

Everything Christmas Special
Kris has been enjoying living with her supportive boyfriend, Ashton, for months now. But her mother's return from rehab brings new stress into their home, and her mother's constant bickering with Ashton puts their relationship under a strain that Kris is afraid might become too much even for him. Her worst fears are realized four days before Christmas when, after another of her mother's tantrums, Ashton packs his things and leaves. Kris is not used to fighting for what she holds dear, but if she doesn't learn to fight for Ashton's love -- and soon -- she very well might lose it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evelyn Lyes
• Release date: Jun 22, 2015

Evelyn Lyes

Evelyn Lyes is the author of Everything contemporary romance Series. The Everything Series includes:Everything You Want 3-part SerialEverything HalloweenEverything Christmas SpecialEverything You Can't HaveEverything You Want to ForgetEverything You LoveEverything Valentine SpecialEverything You Do 4-part SerialYou can subscribe to her new release emailing list at: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1w2oSLi-wEbJ6vdCRUg4g2o6DL9qppFx6zrVYrEo70oc/viewformShe also writes YA and NA fantasy with clean romance under pen name Ela Lond.

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Everything Short Story Collection

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Evelyn Lyes

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TABLE OF CONTENTS:

Everything You Want to Forget

Sometimes old flame can't be put out.

Ten years had passed since the end of the high school and Helen Elliot is now a successful confident business woman, who goes to the class reunion for one reason only. To prove herself that she has got over the boy who took her heart and then shattered it. But all it takes is one look at James Conroy for her to be lost under his spell again. She sleeps with him and then tries to get away from him, afraid that he's going to break her heart for second time, but this time, he chases after her and she has nowhere to hide.

Everything You Can’t Have

Sometimes good things come to those who wait.

For just three days a year, coffee shop worker Andy gets to spend time with her lover, Shaun. She loves him with every fibre of her being, but with his busy and dangerous career, she is convinced that for him she is nothing but a distraction he can't afford to have.

Shaun regrets the day he let Andy break off their relationship. Since three days a year is no longer enough for him, he has an announcement for her: some things are about to change, and it might seem that everything she thinks can’t have will soon be within her reach.

Everything You Love

Sometimes love is forever.

Young heiress Isabella Thornton is in love with her bodyguard, Andrew. He is everything to her: her protector, her hero and the object of her sexual fantasies. But he will never be what she wants most: her lover.

Twelve years ago Andrew prevented Isabella from being kidnapped, and he hasn't left her side since. She's the only woman he has ever wanted, but as a member of a prestigious wealthy family, she's out of his reach. But in a moment of recklessness, Andrew's self control slips and they kiss.

Andrew vows to never again make the mistake of risking his position by her side, but Isabella has a plan and isn't willing to accept anything less than a future with the man who is everything she loves.

Everything Valentine’s Day Special

Heiress Isabella Thornton is looking forward to her wedding with her bodyguard and lover Andrew Bladford. But Isabella's dictatorial grandmother has allied with the wedding planner to put on the wedding of a lifetime, and together they're draining Isabella's joy. With time, eloping is looking more and more like the perfect solution. Isabella has to decide whether she's willing to disappoint her grandmother, and her entire family, to have the wedding of her dreams.

Everything Halloween Special

Rose is enjoying her lovey-dovey life with the man of her dreams, Kalen. Right now there’s only one intrusion on her happiness, talk of marriage. She loves Kalen, but she’s not ready to get married, too afraid that marriage will change them. But when she and Kalen take a vacation to an old Victorian mansion that turns out to be anything but what she expected, she discovers that marriage is the least of her worries and that whatever happens, she’s willing to do anything to be with Kalen, no matter what he changes into.

Everything Christmas Special

Kris has been enjoying living with her supportive boyfriend, Ashton, for months now. But her mother's return from rehab brings new stress into their home, and her mother's constant bickering with Ashton puts their relationship under a strain that Kris is afraid might become too much even for him. Her worst fears are realized four days before Christmas when, after another of her mother's tantrums, Ashton packs his things and leaves. Kris is not used to fighting for what she holds dear, but if she doesn't learn to fight for Ashton's love -- and soon -- she very well might lose it.

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Everything You Want to Forget

Helen Elliot stood in the corner of the crowded hotel hall, an untouched glass of wine in her hand, while her gaze trailed over the people's heads, searching for a tall brunet, James Conroy. He was the only reason she had attended the class reunion. He was the boy whose friendliness had shone a light into her lonely, dark, high school days and who not only had taken her virginity, but her heart -- and then he had shattered it into a thousand pieces. She had thought of him as her hero, but in the end he had turned out to be a villain.

Her eyes stopped on a tall man who had just come through the door. Her heart skipped a beat before it started to loudly hammer in her ears, drowning out the soft music that drifted from the speakers under the vaulted ceiling. She was a successful businesswoman, assistant to Isabella Thornton, who owned Extravagance Is Us, a well-known travel agency that specialised in extraordinary travel. She didn't care what her schoolmates thought of her and her accomplishments, but she did want to impress James. To show him that she had made it in life and that she didn't give a rat’s ass about him. To prove to herself that she didn't care for him anymore.

James wore a dark grey suit that emphasized his wide shoulders and narrow hips. He had become taller, more muscular, more handsome, looking like a bad boy with his dark hair gelled and smoothed backwards and stubble shadowing his jaw. His eyes went around the room.

She shifted backwards, toward the thick velvet curtains, like she was trying to blend with them.

His gaze almost reached her, but then two women swarmed him and the blonde one, his ex-girlfriend, Deborah, wrapped her arm around his and hung onto him. He smiled.

Helen pinched her eyebrows together and set the glass of wine down on the nearest table. It was a mistake coming here. She didn't care about anyone else’s opinion, and she shouldn't care about his either. It was time to leave, preferably unnoticed.

A hand touched her hip, and the smell of beer mixed with sweat invaded her personal space.

She shoved the hand away and glared at the stocky man. 'The Stooge' was what they had called him.

You look good, Helen. His small eyes glided down her body. You filled out quite nicely. He reached out for her.

A hand gripped Stooge's wrist. Hello, Brian. Still harassing women, I see.

Helen glanced up to see James's handsome face. Tightness squeezed her chest. It had been ten years since they parted, ten years in which she thought she had erased him from her heart and mind. But then one look at his face and all the feelings she’d felt for him, the love, the anger, the heartbreak, came rushing back and crashed over her. An ache, deep and sharp, pierced her body. She subtly wiped her clammy, trembling hands against her hips.

I don't know what you are talking about. Brian shook James's hand off. He lifted his upper lip in a snarl, then wheeled around and stomped off.

He’s still the same. I wonder how he hasn’t ended up in jail yet, James said. The scowl that cut lines into his forehead smoothed out and a smile stretched his mouth as his warm brown eyes turned to her. He took hold of her hands. He spread them wide, while he gave her a glance over. You look well, very well indeed.

How could he be so calm? So easy going? Pretending that nothing had happened? I can say the same thing to you. Her voice was slightly high, but otherwise it sounded normal. The warmth of his touch seeped into her and inside her a tangle of emotions twisted and battled among themselves. The urge to toss herself around his neck rose up and overwhelmed her. How could she still have feelings for him? After all those years? After everything he had done to her? How?

He released her.

She forced the corners of her mouth into a smile, while her eyes darted around. She didn't know what to say to him.

Do you want to go somewhere else? he proposed. Somewhere more quiet?

More quiet? She eyed him, her eyebrows furrowed.

We could go to the hotel bar, he said. It’s been ten years since I last saw you, we have a lot of catching up to do.

From the corner of her eye she noticed Deborah, the blonde who had hung on James's arm, waving wildly, calling him. Helen pointed at her with her chin. It seems you’re wanted.

He didn't even glance at the blonde, but gestured at the entrance. So, shall we?

She could go to a bar with him and have a drink, and to do what she came here to do: impress him. But she needed some time, just a minute to collect herself. Let's go to the bar then, she said. But let me stop by the ladies’ room first.

He nodded and accompanied to the restrooms, as if he were afraid that she would run away if he turned his back on her. She might, though.

She left him in the hallway and stepped inside the small space. She walked to a sink and curled her hands around the edge. For long moments she stood there and stared at the mirror, not seeing herself in it but him. She saw the light of his smile, the glitter and warmth of his eyes as they shone down at her. It was fake, all fake. You're a grown woman, Helen, she whispered. It happened a long time ago. And yet it hurt. It still hurt. But early in life she had learned how to keep her feelings tucked away and hidden, and how to put a blank mask on her face and hold it there even when inside she was howling with rage, sobbing and wailing in misery or feeling shattered beyond repair.

The door opened and a woman walked inside.

Helen pushed herself away from the sink and gave the woman a smile in greeting then left the toilet.

At the sight of her, James moved away from the wall. For a moment I thought I would have to go in and get you.

She squared her shoulders. She had only come here to make an impression on him, so she might as well do that. How are you, James?

Good. You?

Good. I heard that you're quite successful in the entertainment business. You are a stuntman, right? She had watched a few of his movies, but the camera never zoomed in on his face.

Not anymore. I opened a training school with a friend and I train them now. He closed the distance between them and leaned over her, the scent of him enveloping her.

That's great. She shifted backwards. Her back bumped against the wall, while a shiver spread through her body like an electric current.

His fingers touched her arm and tiptoed up. I have been thinking about you. About where you have been hiding. What you have been doing.

Hiding? I'm not hiding. Frowning, she fixed her gaze at his collarbone, at the skin that peeked from above the V-neckline.

Not now, but you were hiding. His hand slid over the curve of her shoulder and then upward to her neck. One day we were hanging out and holding hands and then the next day you didn't answer my calls and refused to open the door.

I was sick.

The hell you were. He cupped her neck.

I was sick, she repeated.

That's why you couldn't take my calls, right? And that's why you just disappeared. He bent over her, his mouth lingering against her temple. I looked for you, but nobody knew where you went and your parents refused to tell me anything. What happened?

He happened. Nothing.

When did you become such a liar? His lips touched her temple and followed the outline of her face.

She should have moved away. She should have pushed him away, but she was trapped by his smell, his touch and his warmth. It was like ten years had never happened and she was once again an eighteen–year-old girl, who couldn't quite believe that James, the most sought-after guy in the school, the guy she’d had a crush on since she first saw him, had not only noticed her, but liked her enough to be willing to date her.

His fingers glided to the back of her neck, he cupped it and then gently, but firmly tilted her head up. His mouth lowered onto hers.

She was like putty in his hands, with no defence against the attraction that drew her to him like a moth to the light, but at least the moth didn't know that it would burn itself, while she did. He would hurt her again, just as he had the first time, and the old wound would be cut open again. Yet, she wrapped her arms around his neck and melted against him, while her mouth opened up to the wet caress of his tongue.

He had one hand on the nape of her neck and the fingers of the other one curled around her hip as he pressed into her so that she felt every dip and bulge of his hard body.

She couldn't think about anything but him, about the slide of his tongue, about the heat of his hand and the hardness that pressed against her hip.

He ended the kiss, leaving her breathless, dazed and completely in his control. He was like an addiction, just one taste and she was drawn back in, not caring for anything but the pleasure he could give her.

You feel so good, he whispered against her mouth.

The door of the ladies’