The Thing About Trouble (Crystal Lake 1)

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Mister Dick Excerpt

Chapter one

Echo

The fact that I’d spoiled New Year’s Eve didn’t surprise anyone. The fact that every second of it was documented by a rabid pack of paparazzi didn’t surprise me. They’d been on my ass the moment I left my hotel. And when I screwed up. When I did something so awful that I wanted to puke, they were there. In my face. Camera’s flashing. They didn’t care. The more upset I was the better. Even when my heart was bleeding pain faster than a drunk sucking back a bottle of JD. Even then.

Welcome to my life.

The paps swarm, they push, they punch either other, looking for that one photo to make their payload. And I’d given it to them. Of course I did. Echo Mansfield never fails to deliver. But this time I didn’t stick around for the fireworks. This time I’d cut and run, because even for me, the night had gone way off the rails. Which is why I found myself in the middle of a snow storm, out in the Catskills, trying to force open a door to my dad’s cabin that was frozen stuck.

It was four in the morning. I had one bag of clothes with me and hell if I knew it was enough. I’d packed so fast that I was pretty sure it wasn’t. And now this stupid door. I swore and looked over my shoulder. I would have called the car service to come back and get me but my cell was dead, which meant I was pretty much screwed, and since I’d slipped past my security to get here I didn’t have them to bail me out of another one of my bad choices.

“Jesus, you’ve done it this time,” I muttered, teetering on silver four inch heels that were totally inappropriate for winter. To be honest they were totally inappropriate for just about everything except prowling the clubs looking for a hookup. Or maybe swinging from a stripper’s pole.

I hadn’t bothered to change and wished I had. I still wore a small leather jacket, a barely there black top, and a skirt that just covered my ass. When I say barely there, I mean the top was sparkly and cropped and showed a generous amount of under boob. As for the skirt? At least I was wearing underwear.

“Shit.” I looked around, shivering, tired, and miserable. Could this night get any worse?

The main house of the bed & breakfast was in darkness and most likely locked up tighter than Fort Knox. My dad owned the place, something he bought on a whim years ago when he’d come for a weekend with one of his girlfriends, and the cabin I stood in front of was his own private space. Not many people knew about it which is why it was my go-to when things got rough. I could hide out for a week or so until the shit storm I’d created died down, and then go home.

Home.

Tears spiked the corners of my eyes and I scrubbed at my face. I was angr

y (at myself) and upset (with the world). Would Harmony forgive me? I sniffled. It’s not as if I’d actually screwed my sister’s boyfriend. I was just looking for a distraction, something to take my mind off the fact that my boyfriend had screwed someone else. Her guy, Douchebag Drake was the answer.

If anything, I’d done Harmony a favor because Drake was totally down for some skin on skin. Hell, he’d almost got his wish to. I shuddered at the thought of his hands pawing up my skirt. His mouth on mine. If not for one very well placed knee to his junk the night would have turned out differently. We would have had sex. And not because I wanted it.

I rubbed my hand across my forehead. How did I always land in the middle of a crap covered landmine? Harmony had walked in on me and her asshole boyfriend and we’d gotten into the biggest catfight ever. I touched my cheek, still raw from Harmony’s claws, and winced. I’d be surprised if the pics hadn’t already hit TMZ or the Daily Mail.

A brisk wind ran along the porch and rattled my bones, bringing with it a wave of ice pellets. Great. Freezing rain. This is where I would die. Alone. The black sheep of the Mansfield family. A half-dressed frozen popsicle. A drunken dumbass who’d hurt her sister so badly, Harmony would probably never talk to me again.

Geez. I could tap my toe and hum a song to go along with the pity party I was having. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t me.

I kicked the door and swore a mean streak as pain radiated up my leg. “Fuck.” I shouted, slamming my fist against the damn thing. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Breathing hard, I rested my forehead against it. What the hell was I going to do? The other cabins were dark with no vehicles that I could see. I couldn’t remember if there were any more homes nearby. Maybe? A couple miles away? I tried not to cry as another shudder wracked my body. How in hell was I supposed to walk one hundred feet in this snow wearing the ridiculous shoes that had cost me a fortune?

“Fuck,” I yelled again.

“You got something against that door?”

My head whipped around so fast I got dizzy. A man stood on the porch of a cabin up the hill. It was about twenty feet away and I couldn’t see his features clearly, but certain things stood out.

Deep, husky voice. An accent I couldn’t quite place. Tall. Broad shoulders. Long muscular legs. His bare chest glistened from the muted lighting that spilled from inside his cabin, and his loose pants hung low on his hips.

Relief flooded me. I wouldn’t die. I would be saved and warm and the world was not so bad after all. “I…” My tongue was fuzzy and it took a bit to get the words out. “I can’t get in. The door’s stuck.”

“I don’t want to sound like an asshole but this is private property. Do you have the key?”

Okay. My Knight in shining armour wasn’t exactly chivalrous. “Of course I have the key. I’m not an idiot. I’ve got it unlocked. It’s frozen.” Annoyed I glared at him.

“Where’d you get it?”