As Fate Would Have It (Print)

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331 pages | Trade Paperback | 6x9"
Date of publication: 08/21/2015
  • ISBN: 978-1-943528-12-7
  • Model: 77871 words

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Heat Rating: 2 Flames


Rivals as children, Rye and Brie have no idea how sparks would fly when Rye's home repairs force him to move in with Brie for a few weeks. Add in nosey old ladies and a neighbor who isn't what he seems and it's downright chaos, but so much fun.

Brie welcomes a badly needed vacation, planning to use her time away from being a nurse to sleep in, landscape her backyard, and learn to relax. One early morning phone call from her aunt tosses those plans right out the window.

Bad plumbing leaves police detective Rye homeless until his aunt calls up her best friend, Brie's aunt. Rye moves in, turning upside down Brie's contented and structured life. He challenges her into buying sexy lingerie, watching porn, and delving into his investigations. The flare of excitement, not to mention their instant attraction, turns into something more complicated.

The old ladies gossip group of the neighborhood declares Rye impotent, and his repressed roommate watches porn and dyes his underwear pink, while interfering with his local police detective investigations. Brie has an inner fire that he intends to fan to flame if only she doesn't smack him with her shovel each time he gets close.

What's a girl to do but meet his challenges, stay one step ahead, and take some bad guys out of action along the way? What's a man to do but solve the case, catch the bad guys, and get his woman?

CONTENT ADVISORY: This is a significantly expanded and re-edited version, which includes both As Fate Would Have It and A Fate-Filled Christmas!




Incessant ringing woke Brie from her exhausted sleep. With a groan she reached out, whapping the alarm clock on the second attempt. Hearing the annoying warble continue, she reached for the device once more. Her muddled brain took a second to figure out the phone woke her instead of the alarm. Rolling over, she picked up the receiver. "Hello?" she mumbled, still hoarse from just waking up.

"Brie! I'm so glad I caught you. Are you feeling well, dear? Do you have a cold? Oh, those summer colds are just the worst, I swear. It's so fortunate that you start your vacation now, isn't it? Maybe you can get some extra sleep? That will surely help."

Blinking, Brie tried to keep up with her Aunt Flo's rambling. She couldn't hold back the snort at the recommendation for extra sleep. Glancing at the clock, she shook her head. Six thirty am. So much for sleeping in on my first day of vacation.

"Aunt Flo?"

"Of course, it's me, dear. Now, as I was saying... Poor Rye. Those old pipes under that house just started leaking. They have to dig all the metal ones up and replace them. Might take a couple of months to repair all the damage and get his house back in order again. And, his car, too. Transmission went out. It was fine one day and poof, the next it was totally gone. Just bad luck, that's all it is, a string of bad luck."

Yawning, Brie caught a familiar name. Rye. Rye Taylor. Her Aunt Flo and his Aunt Sally were the best of buddies, since grade school. To this day, they still did everything together--vacations, jobs, picnics--except when their husbands sent them a come-hither look. Then, no one would see them possibly for days.

Rye, a couple years older than Brie, had always been a competitor. His younger brother Jason tended to be more laid-back, full of smiles and jokes. Rye could charm a snake if he wanted, but his main goal aimed to win. Not necessarily at all costs, but he didn't lose; well, maybe a couple of times. She couldn't help but grin at the memory.

She had been seven at the time, making Rye nine. Their families had gathered for the yearly picnic at the old homestead of the Taylor family. Adults sat in the shade, telling stories of times past, the recent happenings, mixed with a few embarrassing tales tossed in for good measure. The boys, Rye and Jason, were busy playing tag with Aunt Flo's son, Jeremy. Brie, being the only girl, was pretty much left to her own devices. Obviously, one of the parents instructed the boys to include her as next thing she knew, Rye reluctantly asked her to join them in the game.

Having just finished a growth spurt, she matched him in height, but retained her inherent quickness. Needless to say, she caught him more than once, delighting in touching him to be it, then dashing away just out of his reach.

Tag ended up turning into a wrestling match, as Rye became more and more incensed to be the victor and reclaim his rights as the champion and holder of the throne. To his chagrin, Brie pinned him fair and square as the other boys looked on in disbelief. Always a quick thinker, Rye decided if he couldn't beat her, strapping her to a tree was the next best option. She was naïve enough to allow him to tie her up, thinking it was all part of their new game of Cowboys and Indians. As they walked off, the realization hit her that she had been bested in the age-old game of wits.

A few screams for help later, Rye's father James came to her rescue, smirking the whole time. The boys had gathered around, nervously shifting from one foot to the other, heads down, seemingly praying they wouldn't suffer any consequences for their prank. James ended up chuckling as he untied the first knot, yelling over his shoulder to his wife. "Sarah, I think Rye takes after you in the tying department." All the adults thought it was hilarious at the time. Brie didn't have a clue. She knew that instead of a lecture, Rye was commended on his abilities. She decided then and there that the family was just a tad bit eccentric.

Aunt Flo's voice broke through her memories. "He's pretty much family, dear, and family helps out one another. Don't worry; he's got a few days of leave, so you won't have to run up and down the road all day. And, with that wrenched shoulder, he needs a little looking after as well. Oh, my. Look at the time. His friend from the force should be dropping him off any minute now."

"Wait, what did you say?" She'd missed something important here. Sitting up in bed, she waited, hoping she wasn't hearing what she thought.

"Brie, you must pay better attention. Rye is going to be staying with you for a while, just until his house is repaired. Can't let him stay in one of those hotels; too expensive and sleazy to boot. I told Sally you wouldn't mind." She paused to take another breath.

"Aunt Flo! Rye doesn't even like me." Well, she wasn't sure of that since she hadn't seen him since he graduated high school. But, when they were younger, he was forever daring her and trying to outdo her in every aspect.

"Oh, nonsense. Of course he likes you."

"He tied me to a tree!" For some odd reason, that episode didn't come across as a promise of undying love.

"Now, dear. Boys will be boys. You know how they are at that age. Besides, that was years ago."


"Oh, I've got to go, dear. John is hollering that he's going to leave without me if I don't get a move on. Bye, Brie, and play nice."

The phone clicked on the other end. "Aunt Flo?" Silence was her only answer. With a large sigh, Brie put the phone back on its cradle, her head still spinning over this latest twist in her life. The gist of what she'd heard revolved around the fact Rye's home flooded from burst pipes while his car met its demise from transmission issues. So, her aunt offered up Brie's house to Rye until his home was livable once more. Was there something mentioned about an injury in the midst of all that speed talking? Just great. Her well-earned vacation had come and she'd be stuck with an impromptu roommate, one who drove her completely insane. With a loud groan, she flopped back on the bed.

The doorbell interrupted her moment of self-pity. Blinking, she recalled her aunt's words. A buddy from the force should be dropping him off any minute.

"Ack!" After jumping out of the bed, she took a second to slide on her pink bunny slippers, hopping a few feet as she jammed her little toe. Finally, she quickly headed down the hall to the main room, finger combing her hair all the way. Jeez! He would have to show up at the crack of dawn, when I look like the bride of Frankenstein. Heck, I don't even have time to brush my teeth yet. Okay, just remember, don't get within breathing distance of him. Can't have him thinking I have a major halitosis problem.

Walking past the counter that separated the kitchen from the family room, she spied a few items she'd purchased on her way home from a twelve-hour shift the evening before. Too exhausted to do much more, she put the perishables in the fridge, leaving the other items on the counter to deal with this morning. The peach-colored box of tampons caught her eye. She dashed over, grabbed the box and had no more than turned back in the direction of her room before the doorbell rang again, a second series of chimes that encouraged her to rush to answer before the silly pattern played again.

"Oh, good grief!" She opened the nearest kitchen drawer, tossed the box in, and slammed it shut on her way to the front door.

Breathing a little hard from her frantic scurrying, she peeked out the door, unlocking it as she did. Brie took a deep breath as she opened it, her gaze landing on a wide, powerful male chest.

Wow, guess he ate his vegetables. Yummy.


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About Cheyenne Meadows:
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Growing up in the Midwest, I began reading romance novels in high school, immediately falling in love with the genre, to the point where I decided to write professionally for a career. However, that dream splattered against a brick wall, resulting in a quick death in my first writing class in college when my professor told me bluntly that I wasn't any good at it. I shifted gears quickly, and left my writing dreams behind, eventually settling on becoming a nurse.

A few years back, I stumbled across a fan-fiction writing site on a favorite author's webpage. I began to read stories others wrote, not only making some wonderful close friends from the experience, but also, really learning to write for the very first time. Here I was able to share short stories, practice my writing skills, and truly develop into a writer. More than that, the experience allowed me to revitalize my dream, as I rediscovered joy in writing. Now, I spend my days off with my alpha male characters, quick witted heroines, and see how much trouble everyone can get into.

When I'm not working or writing, I enjoy working in the garden, canning, and seeing my backyard as a living canvas for my whimsical landscaping, and, of course, reading romance novels.



For more information, please visit the author's webpage.
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