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  Table of Contents

  Something So Series

  Copyright

  Something So Right

  Prologue

  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

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Epilogue

  Something So Perfect

  Prologue

  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

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Epilogue

  Epilogue Two

  Something So Irresistible

  Prologue

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-One

  Twenty-Two

  Twenty-Three

  Twenty-Four

  Twenty-Five

  Twenty-Six

  Twenty-Seven

  Twenty-Eight

  Twenty-Nine

  Thirty

  Epilogue One

  Epilogue Two

  Something So Unscripted

  Prologue

  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

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Epilogue

  Epilogue Two

  Acknowledgments

  Books By Natasha Madison

  Something So BOX SET ©2018 Natasha Madison

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of the material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted n any form or by any means, electronica or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author/publisher, the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real perons, alive or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  DISCLAIMER. This is a work of adult fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The author does not endorse or condone any behavior enclosed within. The subject matter is not appropriate for minors. Please not this novel contains profanity and explicit sexual situations.

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  Prologue

  Giddy like a kid in a candy store, I skip up the front steps of the house. I haven’t seen him since he skated off the ice this morning and left me squirming in the locker room. Who knew dirty talk could be downright titillating? This girl right here, that’s who.

  I should just walk in like I normally do, but the door is locked, so I ring the doorbell, glancing around at the other houses. It’s so peaceful this time of day. Families getting ready to either go to the big football game or making dinner. The sound of footsteps draws my attention back to the door, with the goofiest smile I’ve ever had.

  “Hey—” The words die in my throat as I see a blond girl with legs all the way up to her throat wearing the same T-shirt he had on today. This can’t be happening. Heart pounding to an erratic rhythm, all the blood must have rushed to my head because I’m suddenly hot.

  “Can I help you?” Barbie asks, all perky and shit.

  “Ummm,” I stumble, trying to find my words because all I can think about is getting out of here before I embarrass myself or better yet get arrested for attempted murder. I mean, he was just with me almost naked!

  “I was looking for Coop. Is he here?” The words finally dislodge from my throat.

  She twirls her hair in her hand. Of course she does. She’s a fucking Barbie. “Yeah, he just stepped in the shower. Who are you?”

  “Oh, um, I’m Parker, his rehab coach.”

  “Oh, I have heard so much about you. I’m Monica, the fiancée,” she says, flashing her five-carat ring.

  How did I not notice that rock while she was twirling her fucking hair?

  “Nice to meet you. I was just dropping by to let him know the hours have changed for practice tomorrow and that Tom will be there to assist him,” I say flatly, proud of myself for not saying what’s really on my mind.

  “Okay, do you want to come in and wait for him? He should be out any second.”

  Is she out of her fucking mind? I’m totally going to be superficial and say she’s a fucking airhead.

  “No.” I smile. “I’m headed out of town, so if you can just let him know.”

  “Oh, I’ll totally tell him.”

  Ugh, is that bile coming up my throat?

  “Thanks.” Without another word, I dash down the steps and whip my cell phone out. How, how in the ever lo
ving fuck is this happening again? How is this possible? How many fucking people did I piss off on that karma bus?

  Meg answers on the first ring.

  “Road trip.” My voice cracks, and I don’t know how, but she knows. She just knows I need her.

  “I’m packing. I’ll be ready in five.”

  A sob makes it out just as I press end and throw my phone across the car. I hope it smashes into pieces like my heart is right now.

  Chapter One

  Two months before...

  Beep beep beep. Slowly, I pry my eyes open to peek at the alarm clock. Ugh, 2:23 a.m.

  This is going to be a long ass day. I drag myself up to a sitting position and try to gaze through my window. The illumination of the streetlight is shining in just a bit.

  “Momma, is it time for school?” my beautiful five-year-old blond-headed baby girl asks me.

  “No, baby, time for Momma to go to work. Matthew will be putting you on the bus today. Don’t forget.” I look down at my girl and think how much things have changed for her. She was our surprise baby, the result of that one time I had too much wine in my system.

  We had been trying to get pregnant since Matthew turned five. Five years later, she showed up. The saying better late than never is fitting.

  We were so happy, so fulfilled. Our family was complete. Sure, it was tough since James was usually on the road, and I was the one constantly there. A stay-at-home mom. Don’t get me wrong. I loved having the chance to raise my kids. James took a job with travel. At the time it was the best decision for us. The money was great. I just wasn’t counting on it being such a struggle, almost like I was a single mom. It was tough, I’m not going to lie. Getting used to the night feedings again, the teething, the diapers...it was a big adjustment, but I was so happy doing it. She was my angel.

  James and I were high school sweethearts, the big cliché you read about. We started with hanging around in the same circle. Always flirting, always making sure the other knew where we would be. It was easy to fall in love. We were the annoying couple always looking for each other. The one that did everything together. We were attached at the hip, so much that we chose the same college. The next logical step was for us to get married. I couldn’t wait to be his wife.

  He was my best friend, my go-to. Sure, we had problems. I mean, who doesn’t? Everyone fights. If they tell you they don’t, they are flat out lying to your face. We were in a slump, but that happens when a new baby is added into the mix, and your other kid is growing up, and you’re constantly running them to one activity or another.

  It also didn’t help that he hired himself a female assistant. God, just thinking about it makes me cringe. So fucking cliché. You think it will never happen to you, that those stories happen to other people. They happen in books, they don’t actually happen to you, right? Oh, was I wrong.

  Imagine my shock and actual horror when I decided to surprise James on his “business trip.” I was in for quite a few surprises. Actually, three.

  One. I walked in quietly and found my husband pounding away at his fat ass assistant. I’m not even saying that because I’m bitter, it’s actually true. Where I have big knockers, she has a big. Fat. Ass.

  Who knew I should have eaten more Big Macs to make him happy?

  Anyhow, I was standing there shocked at first. Right. Then I realized I’d been standing there at least two minutes, and he was still going strong. Seems my minute man is only a minute when it comes to me.

  The second surprise was that he was actually touching her clit! Dude, what the fuck! He’s always had trouble finding mine. In fact, it was so bad I almost went out to have my clit pierced to make sure he didn’t miss it. I made excuses for him at first, being as we were both virgins when we got together. Hell, at nineteen I remember getting a mirror out and going to town on myself to make sure it was really there. In case you’re wondering, it was. I can’t make this shit up. Once when he was going to town on me, it was as if he were a toddler licking away at the ice cream that was melting around the cone instead of focusing on the ice cream on top.

  Third, is the dirty talk. “You like that, baby? You want it harder, baby?” Usually with me it was more grunting and of course the “I’m coming.” That was the last straw. I yelled, or at least I thought I yelled. It may have been more of an evil laugh or maybe I just went crazy. When he turned and saw me with my jacket almost falling off me and my bags dropped by my feet, he looked pained.

  I think I cried. I really can’t remember. I do, however, remember him pulling his dick out of her vagina, with no fucking condom on. What a fucking asshole, what a fucking douche. I hope he is catching some kind of penis eating disease.

  Rolling off her while she tried to cover her fat vagina—okay, maybe I’m still a little bitter—leaving her mosquito bite size tits in the air, he rushed to me. He tried to make me look at him.

  I mean, yeah, we were in a dry spell. Well, obviously I was, but it happens, right? People get busy, schedules overlap, him traveling, the baby with night feedings, being exhausted, not making time for each other, the kids’ schedules. Just plain life.

  Fuck, am I that stupid, am I that naïve? Why the hell didn’t I suspect it? Why didn’t I see it?

  I heard him say things like “this isn’t what it looks like.” Umm, excuse me a second, but is your dick not still wet? Are you actually touching me with the fingers that were just on her vagina?

  I don’t remember much, but I do remember rushing to the bathroom and throwing up.

  I want to say that I got over it fast, but I’d be lying. He was supposed to be my forever. He was my forever until he fucked around, and I couldn’t forgive him. The night I caught him I hightailed it out of there like my ass was on fire. I also drowned my sorrows in a bottle of vodka, thanks to my best friend who was there to collect me when I stepped off the plane.

  Now, two years later, douche is with douchette, and they are happily traveling, working, and banging together. The only rough side to this is that I have to face them every second week when they pick up Allison and a reluctant Matthew.

  Matthew spent a whole year not talking to his father, his betrayal hitting him hard. He didn’t understand how you fall out of love with someone.

  _______________

  I shake my head to clear my memories and the fact I agreed to have someone come in at three a.m. to train. I must have been out of my mind, or drunk. I’m not sure, and I’m pleading the fifth. I splash warm water on my face and grab my go-to Lululemon yoga pants and tank top.

  The rink is my home away from home. My playground. Started by my great-grandfather who loved skating and hockey. He decided if he had to go to work every day he might as well enjoy it, so he opened Moore’s Arena. It was passed on to my dad, who started skating before he walked. It was his dream to pass it down to his son. Except his son was born with a vagina and not a penis.

  I know he loves me to death, but I always felt I didn’t quite add up.

  When I went to see Dad after James cheated with the fat ass, I had to hold him back and threaten to mess with the Zamboni for him to not go and crush him. While I was raging on about the dickhead, I told him I needed something to take my mind off the son of a bitch. His answer was to give me the rink. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. From the moment he laced up my skates as a child and brought me out on the ice it was my second home. Every day early morning practices before school would come in handy. I was the unstoppable girl. I could out skate some of the best boys, and those that I didn’t, I just pushed myself harder.

  I came in with fresh new ideas, brought in specialists to help them with their skating, their stick handling, their muscle movements, and put in a top-of-the-line gym. I also brought in different programs, from power skating for young kids, to NHL stars rehabbing with us. Since I’ve started the program two years ago, we’ve just gotten bigger and busier. I’ve had many NHL players comes in on their hiatus to get stronger, making them ready for their upcoming season.
Which is why I was going to the rink at the ass crack of night.

  Cooper Stone was the best of the best. He was drafted into the pros when he was seventeen. Captain of his NHL team. Top leading scorer in the league. Winner of the Hart Memorial Art Ross trophy, Ted Lindsay Award, Mark Messier Leadership Award, and let’s not forget five Stanley Cups and two Olympic gold medals. Cooper Stone was the NHL. And he was going to be training at my rink.

  He was almost thirty, and nothing was slowing him down. Well, nothing until he busted his knee and had to have surgery. I heard he was bitter and angry about it. When his agent reached out to us and asked for help, we had no choice but to say yes. This is what would get us on the map. Even if I had to put up with his diva demands, such as skating at three fucking a.m. Who the fuck can skate at that time, let alone practice and do drills? Apparently, Mr. Stone can.

  I run out of the house and start up my Jeep. This was my divorce gift to myself. Well, that and a failed trip to Vegas. Meghan didn’t understand when I said I wasn’t in the mood. She thought it would be good to go out and get laid. I wanted to, even my vagina wanted to take part in it. My head, on the other hand, didn’t get the memo. Instead of going to have a weekend of sex and debauchery, I ended up sitting by the pool and having a relationship with my Kindle.

  It takes me four minutes to get to the rink. When I arrive, I notice a black Range Rover already parked. Great, my first day and I’m late. I look at the clock and see it’s 2:57. I’m not late. He’s early.

  I turn off my Jeep, fall out—yes, I fall. I’m five foot two, everything is taller than me—and turn around just in time to see him step out of his truck. And I’m taken aback by how hot he is.

  His baby blue jeans are well-worn, fitting every part of him like a glove, and when I mean every part of him I’m talking about his package. His white T-shirt is pulled tight across his chest, and his shoulders are square. Then my eyes make their way up to his face. His hair is dark and long in the back, just enough for me to grab ahold of while his face is planted in my vagina. Ummm, WTF ? Did I just picture his face between my legs? That is new.

  His face has a day’s worth of stubble, which I know would give my thighs some razor burn. Whoa, don’t go there. Clearly I need to get laid. All thoughts of getting laid run screaming from my head when my gaze meets his and I’m met with ice cold blue eyes.