Keep Me: Winter Solstice

By Eden Bradley

From New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author Eden Bradley!

Do soul mates truly exist? A chance reading with a psychic on Winter Solstice eve has Destiny Walker wondering. When she runs into the gorgeous Reece Kellan, their sizzling connection goes deeper than mind and body—but is it really fate, or simply the most intense sensual experience either of them has ever had?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eden Bradley
• Release date: Apr 20, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370329908

Eden Bradley

Eden Bradley is the award-winning author of numerous novels and novellas, both in print and electronic format, and her work has appeared in several erotic anthologies. Eden appears regularly on Playboy Radio and conducts workshops on the writing craft and writing about sex. A psychology major, she’s fascinated with how the human mind responds to intimacy, especially when sex and romance collide. Eden lives in Hollywood. You can visit her at www.EdenBradley.com.

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Keep Me

Winter Solstice

Eden Bradley

Keep Me: Winter Solstice

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© 2017 Eden Bradley

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Epilogue

About Eden

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Chapter One

Destiny ran for cover under the closest awning as the sky opened up and rain splashed down around her. In the few moments it took her to escape the downpour, her hair was ruined, and the shoulders of her light cotton sweater were damp through to her skin.

It figures, she muttered to herself, wiping a wet curl from her face and thinking how well the thunderous gray sky matched her mood. It was her first Christmas without family, and she was feeling as gloomy on the inside as the weather was outside.

She watched as other holiday shoppers ducked into the colorful shops and cafés all along the street in the hip North Hollywood theater district, everyone as unprepared for this sudden storm as she was. Even in December rain was rare in Los Angeles, especially when it had been balmy and clear only minutes earlier. Since her car was parked a good six blocks away and she had no intention of ruining a brand new pair of suede boots, she was stuck there in front of…what? She turned around to read a neon sign stating Psychic Readings.

Seriously? she muttered. Why couldn’t I have been stranded in front of a Starbucks?

She let out a small sigh as her cell phone rang.

Janie, hi! I’m glad it’s you. Listen, you don’t happen to be free at the moment, do you? I know this sounds stupid, but I’m out in this pouring rain, and since your place is only a few blocks from here, I thought you might want to come get me and grab some coffee?

I’m sorry, love, came her friend’s English accent, but I’m down in San Diego for work. And what do you mean rain?

It’s crazy, isn’t it? The sky just opened up, and it’s pouring here. I’m in your neighborhood to do some shopping, and now I’m stuck in front of this psychic’s shop…

There’s nothing else nearby? Janie asked.

No, nothing I can get to without getting a good soaking. Looks like a law office on one side and an empty building on the other.

Why don’t you go inside and have a reading, then? It sounds like the universe put you there for a reason.

You know I don’t believe in all that stuff. No offense.

None taken—and I do know, Miss Logical, but it could be amusing—or you might actually learn something. I went to that Tarot reader on Venice Beach last summer, and the woman was right about me landing this job. You should do it.

Maybe. I’d feel kind of silly, but…I guess it’s better than standing outside in this weather.

The rain came down harder and she began to shiver in her damp clothes. Looking once more at the warm glow coming through the glass door of the psychic shop, going inside suddenly didn’t seem like such a bad idea.

Maybe just to escape the rain until it has a chance to clear up, she said. It doesn’t mean I’ve changed my mind about the universe having some intention, or people being able to see the future. You know that’s simply an archaic psychological construct created by ancient cultures to explain pain and suffering, right?

So you’ve mentioned. And you know being besties with a psychologist can be huge pain in the ass, right?

Destiny grinned. But you love me, anyway.

I do, but don’t go reading any Freudian crap into that, yeah? Now go waste a few bucks on something you don’t believe in and have some fun.

Okay, okay. But you owe me a cup of coffee.

I’m not sure how things worked out like that, but you’re on. Call me later and let me know how it goes, love.

I will.

They hung up and Destiny leaned closer to the blue, glass-paned door to look inside. It was too dark to see anything, but as she pulled away she caught her reflection.

Her reflection?

She had to do a double take. The face in the glass was hers, yet not hers.

Nana?

A sharp pain lanced through her chest, the one that never seemed to quite go away these days, thinking of her beloved grandmother. But she was the spitting image