Table of Contents
HIS GIRL
Copyright
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Epilogue
Contents
HIS GIRL
Copyright
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Epilogue
Copyright
HIS GIRL
A novella by Mia Kendall
When something terrible happens in to her in the city she lives in, Megan Clark flees back to Castle Rock, home of her family, friends, and the distractingly hot owner of the local pub, William Evans.
Flames ignite the first time Meg and Liam meet in person, partly because they are pen pals, and also because, as Meg’s best friend eloquently puts it, they totally have the hots for each other.
But even though their bodies are a perfect match, will their hearts be able to find their way to each other?
Or will they forever have a thousand miles between them, kept apart by the different worlds they live in?
This is a standalone novella, complete with hot, sexy scenes and a guaranteed HEA. Things are going to get steamy, but hey, who doesn’t love a little naughty in their romances? So get under the covers and find out how this alpha hunk gets His Girl in this small-city love story.
Copyright © 2018 Mia Kendall. All rights reserved.
No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author, except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical reviews and certain noncommercial uses permitted by the copyright law.
For permissions, email miakendallromance@gmail.com
Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Locales and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Resemblance to actual persons, things, living or dead, locales or events is entirely coincidental.
Prologue
To: j.hudson@thebarrackspub.com
From: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
RE: What upppp!!!
Hey Jules!!
So I know it’s kinda weird to be emailing you out of the blue (and six years after high school, no less!) but I was looking through some old photos on Facebook earlier this week and saw some pics we took together. Some crazy shit we got up to, huh?
Hope it isn’t too weird that I’m contacting your workplace email either. Your mum told me I could reach you here. Anyway, just HMU if you wanna reconnect! Would love to catch up!
XOXO,
M (you know who it is ;))
To: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
From: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
RE: What upppp!!!
Dear M,
Julianna left her position with us earlier this week. You may wish to contact her elsewhere.
Might I also suggest asking for her personal email next time? In case you didn’t realize, we’re running a business here.
Regards,
William Evans
Owner
The Barracks Pub
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
RE: What upppp!!!
Dear Mr Evans,
Thank you for informing me. It was kind of you to let me know, and I appreciate it.
What I do not appreciate, however, is your patronizing tone. I don’t see any problem with exchanging personal messages during work hours, within reason. Research has shown that giving your employees freedom in how they achieve their work goals greatly increases efficiency and productivity.
You might want to think on that.
Sincerely,
Megan Clark
P.S. It’s a Monday afternoon, AKA non-peak hours. Cut your employees—and yourself—some slack.
To: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
From: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
RE: What upppp!!!
How long did you take to Google all that?
Liam
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
RE: What upppp!!!
That’s discriminatory. There are plenty of hot, blonde women who are high flyers. I bet there are many of them who have achieved more than you.
Megan
To: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
From: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
RE: What upppp!!!
> There are plenty of hot, blonde women who are high flyers.
None of them who are you.
> I bet there are many of them who have achieved more than you.
Again, none of them who are you.
Liam
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
RE: What upppp!!!
How does it feel to be a Class A jerk?
Megan
To: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
From: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
RE: What upppp!!!
Pretty damned good, actually. I didn’t get where I am by being a pansy.
And you? How does it feel to be a…
Wait, what are you anyway? Or is being blonde the only thing you’ve got going for you?
L
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
RE: What upppp!!!
> Wait, what are you anyway?
I’m in advertising, and I work in the city. Seattle, to be exact.
> Or is being blonde the only thing you have going for you?
I’m actually a brunette. Haven’t you heard of this thing called a joke?
M
To: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
From: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
RE: What upppp!!!
> I work in the city.
That explains a lot.
> Haven’t you heard of this thing called a joke?
I have, but this is my first time seeing anyone use their own email address to tell one.
It isn’t even that funny, by the way.
L
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
RE: What upppp!!!
> I work in the city.
> That explains a lot.
I knew you have something against city people. I bet you’re one of those country guys who drive around in their souped-up trucks and make fun of our subway systems.
And I bet you’re even the kind of jerk who laughs when a girl’s heel gets stuck in a grate and snaps off.
> It isn’t even that funny, by the way.
You know what’s funny? The fact that you’re now using your work email for personal matters. How’s that for hypocrisy?
M
To: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
From: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
RE: What upppp!!!
> I bet you’re one of those country guys who drives around in his souped-up truck…
Born and raised in Houston. Sorry to disappoint.
But you’re absolutely right; I do laugh at chicks who get their shoes stuck in fucking drains. An
d I’m guessing you’re one of those.
Thanks for the convo, by the way. It was… Entertaining.
Later.
L
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
RE: What upppp!!!
Entertaining?? What am I, a dancing monkey? You just had to have the last say, didn’t you?
M
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
RE: What upppp!!!
Hello??
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
RE: What upppp!!!
To: julianna.hudson.0214@gmail.com
From: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
RE: Some weird chick just emailed you…
At your old address. A Megan Clark, said she wanted to reconnect.
I attached her message in case you want to get in touch with her.
Liam
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: julianna.hudson.0214@gmail.com
RE: Some weird chick just emailed you…
Omg, got it! Thanks!!
Jules
To: julianna.hudson.0214@gmail.com
From: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
RE: Some weird chick just emailed you…
You sound happy. Is she a good friend?
Liam
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: julianna.hudson.0214@gmail.com
RE: Some weird chick just emailed you…
Yep, she was one of my best friends back in high school, and just the sweetest girl ever. But you know, life happened, she went away to the big city and all that. She left just before you moved into town actually.
Anyway, I’m so glad she emailed me! I was just thinking about her a week ago, isn’t that funny?
Jules
P.S. She’s really cute, in case you’re wondering.
To: julianna.hudson.0214@gmail.com
From: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
RE: Some weird chick just emailed you…
> in case you’re wondering.
I wasn’t.
> She’s really cute
Got a picture?
Liam
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: julianna.hudson.0214@gmail.com
RE: Some weird chick just emailed you…
So I don’t normally tout my girlfriends to my guy friends, but since you’re an all-round great guy and totally need to settle down already, here’s one from her Instagram. She was at some Halloween party, check out that adorable kitty-cat costume!
And try not to drool.
Jules
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: julianna.hudson.0214@gmail.com
RE: Some weird chick just emailed you…
So?? She’s cute, right?
Jules
To: julianna.hudson.0214@gmail.com
From: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
RE: Some weird chick just emailed you…
She’s alright.
Liam
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: julianna.hudson.0214@gmail.com
RE: Some weird chick just emailed you…
OMG! You’re smitten!!
Jules
To: julianna.hudson.0214@gmail.com
From: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
RE: Some weird chick just emailed you…
Where’s Garrett, why isn’t he keeping you busy?
Liam
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: julianna.hudson.0214@gmail.com
RE: Some weird chick just emailed you…
He went down to the store for honeydew ice cream. My cravings have been off the charts lately, I tell you. I’m never getting pregnant again.
Anyway I emailed Meg and just got her number. We’re gonna have a looong chat in a bit! :)
TTYL!
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
RE: Hi again.
So Jules told me you gave her my email. That was nice of you.
Thanks.
Meg
To: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
From: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
RE: Hi again.
No problem.
By the way, did she mention anything to you about a photo from Instagram?
Liam
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
RE: Hi again.
No, was she supposed to? What’s it about?
Meg
To: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
From: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
RE: Hi again.
It’s nothing. Have a good weekend.
Liam
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
RE: Hi again.
Thanks, but I don’t think I will.
BTW, this is the part where you ask what’s wrong, but since you probably won’t, let me tell you anyway.
I’m having a quarter-life crisis.
And it sucks.
My job leaves me unfulfilled, this city makes me so horribly lonely, and I have no life to speak of. It’s like having my own personal rain cloud following me around.
As a guy who sounds like he has his crap together, what’s your advice for a lost twenty-four year old like me?
Respectfully,
Meg
To: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
From: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
RE: Hi again.
Cut the “respectfully” shit, for one. I’m only four years older than you.
And honestly, I can’t pinpoint what exactly I’m doing right. Something bad could happen to my business tomorrow, a lawsuit or a fire or some shit, and whatever I worked for would be ashes.
But if I have to name one thing, I guess it would be direction. You gotta know what you want and go for it.
And also some luck.
And booze—lots of that.
L
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
RE: Hi again.
You’re only twenty-eight??!
Oh god, no wonder you were dissing me, I am underachieved compared to you. I totally deserve it.
Jesus, I feel so insignificant now…
BRB going to chug the half-opened can of stale beer in my mini fridge to drown my sorrows.
M
To: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
From: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
RE: Hi again.
> Jesus, I feel so insignificant now…
You’re not insignificant. If you ever did something good for someone in your life, hell, if you even just made someone smile today, you’re not insignificant.
L
To: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
From: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
RE: Hi again.
But I didn’t make anyone smile today.
I know I sound perky and everything on email, but in real life I’m gloomy as anything. I’m a drain on the positive vibes of the world.
And my stale beer’s gone off, so I don’t even have booze to drown in. Cue small violins for my personal pity party.
M
To: blondesexbomb23@gmail.com
From: w.evans@thebarrackspub.com
RE: Hi again.
> But I didn’t make anyone smile today.
You did.
Me.
L
Text Message
From: Meg Clarkâ¤
Hey Jules! So you know your ex-boss, that William Evans guy? This is gonna sound weird, but… Do you have his picture? I need it for reference purposes, in case I ever need to apply for a job back in town, or something.
Text Message
From: Jules! :)
Here ya go, babe!
This was at a pool party earlier this year, for those working at the pub. It’s the only one I have of him. Hope it’s alright that he’s shirtless.
Text Message
From: The Queen
OMFG Garrett, Meg just asked for Liam’s photo. I TOLD you they have the hots for each other!!!
Text Message
From: The Sexiest Husband in the World
Are you really texting me from the next room? And stop messing with other people’s lives. Isn’t the baby enough to keep you busy?