Let It Snow (Well Hung Holidays Book 1)

By Faye Byrd

When Ivy Spencer gets a nasty surprise, her gut reaction is to run as far away as fast as she can. With the help of her neighbor, she takes off to a secluded family cabin to get away from it all and clear her mind. What she doesn't realize is the place is already occupied.

And it's by the hottest guy she's ever seen.

Xander Rose is every girl's well hung dream come to life.

Literally.

Will Ivy be able to resist the irresistible?

Or will she become just another notch on his belt?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Faye Byrd
• Release date: Oct 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005815042

Faye Byrd

Faye Byrd lives in a small town with her husband of twenty-five years and her pit bull. Aside from writing, her other time is mostly spent with her only grandbaby, spoiling him rotten then sending him back to his mama. Though her debut novel is set in the Wild West, she has many more worlds left to share with her readers. The common thread through all her writing is love.

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Let It Snow

A Well Hung Novella - ONE

Faye Byrd

Edited by Christine V.

Cover images from Deposit Photo

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Copyright 2020 © Faye Byrd

All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without permission in writing from the author.

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons is entirely coincidental.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

EPILOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

I roll down my window, allowing the cold, crisp air to fill the car. I need something to keep my eyes open after driving nine hours straight. The loud music from the radio comes to a halt as ringing chimes through the speakers.

Glancing at the time, I answer the call. Annabelle? What are you doing up at three-thirty in the morning?

I woke to pee and thought of you, she says, her voice soft. Have you made it?

Almost. I sigh and look to the GPS. Six point eight miles to go, and it can’t come soon enough. It’s already started to snow.

I called ahead, and everything is taken care of, she says. The cabin is stocked, and you don’t have to worry about a thing for the next week.

Thank you, I say, blinking back tears. I don’t kno—

Nonsense, she interrupts, her usual upbeat voice stern. You have nothing to thank me for. I did what any decent neighbor would do. I want you to take this week and put all that crap behind you. No one deserves it more.

Hot, salty tears stream down my cheeks, and I suppose that’s one way to stay awake. Still … I trail off, not wanting to sound any more pathetic than I already do. Looks like the final turn is just ahead.

Perfect. I can hear the smile in her voice. You’re going to lose signal soon, so I’ll let you go. She pauses, sighing. Have a good week, Ivy.

The call goes dead, and the car is silent for only a beat before the too-loud music returns. I hastily turn it down as I slow to make a right. One point four miles to go and a light sheen of snow has already blanketed this smaller roadway. I creep down the narrow two-lane road, careful not to end up in the ditch.

It’d be my luck.

My eyes burn with the need for sleep, and my body aches from being perched behind the wheel for the long drive. I can barely remember the trip. Two states have passed, and my fog-filled mind barely knows where I am or where I came from.

Your destination is two hundred feet on the right, the robotic voice of the GPS says, and I can just make out a mailbox through the curtain of falling snow.

I slow and carefully turn into the drive, afraid I might miss and hit the ditch instead. Snow falls harder now, and as I look around to the thick woods and dark driveway, I begin to second-guess myself. Maybe this isn’t such a bright idea after all.

Foreboding moves over me as I roll deeper down the snow-covered drive, but a moment of relief flits through me when I catch sight of a faint light in the distance. Annabelle said she’d taken care of everything, so of course she wouldn’t expect me to show up in the middle of the night to a dark cabin.

Weary and empty-minded, I shut off the car, leaving my bags for the morning. Approaching the door, I punch in the number Annabelle provided and push it open. A light is on over the stove, and remnants of a fire glow from the hearth.

All I can think of is sleep. I scan the space, looking for the only door off the main room. Pushing the front door shut behind me, I start toward it, already unbuttoning my blouse. Only a faint glow of light peeps through as I enter the dark bedroom, but it’s just enough to make out the bed on the far wall.

Pushing the door closed behind me, I move across the room, slipping my shirt from my shoulders and dropping it to the floor. My skirt follows, and I feel around for the blanket, slipping into the cool, comfortable softness, my eyes closing as soon as my head hits the pillow.

CHAPTER TWO

"You look beautiful today, he says, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear. It shines against the blue of this shirt."

Someone has good taste, I say, smiling. He bought me this for Christmas last year, but he must have forgotten, judging by the confusion on his face. You bought it.

Oh, wow. He shakes his head. I don’t know how I could’ve missed that. He steps closer, cupping my cheek. "Yes, I do know how. It’s you. You scramble my brain with your