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Other Books by K. Bromberg

Driven

Fueled

Crashed

Raced

Aced

Slow Burn

Sweet Ache

Hard Beat

Down Shift

UnRaveled (Novella)

Sweet Cheeks

Sweet Rivalry (Novella)

The Player

The Catch

Cuffed

Combust

Cockpit

Control (Novella)

Faking It

Resist

Reveal

Then You Happened

Flirting with 40

Hard to Handle

Hard to Hold

Hard to Score

Hard to Lose

The Package – A Holiday Novella

The Detour – A Holiday Novella

1

Harley

“Why are Dasher and Dancer always taking coffee breaks?” the radio disc jockey asks as I lower my head and squint as if the action will allow me to see through the darkened, snow-filled night just beyond the hood of my car. “Because they are star bucks.”

His laugh echoes out of the speakers while I roll my eyes so hard that it’s unsafe because they’re off this godforsaken road for way too long.

“Not funny,” I mutter.

“It’s funny. Come on. You know it is,” his smooth voice says to everyone listening but makes me feel like he's talking to me directly.

“No, it’s not funny, Bob. It’s cheesy. Just like this damn holiday is. Too much cheer. Too much stress. Too much damn everything.” I glance over my shoulder as some jerk flies past me at about forty miles per hour as if he’s impervious to the road conditions.

“How can you not like Christmas? The laughter. The love. The baked goods and the few extra pounds they add to help you keep warm in the cold. Being around those you love and the selfless act of giving.”

“Sounds like a load of crap to me,” I mumble.

“Can you believe it’s in five days? The big countdown is on. Before I start this next set of holiday favorites, what is your one wish this season? To visit a long-lost family member? To spread cheer to those who are doing without?”

“How about finding my writing muse again and if it’s not too much to ask, have some hair pulling, back scratching, toe-curling sex while I’m at it to help cement that muse in my head, huh? Can you guarantee that for me, Bob?” I say out loud, his name coming out as if it’s a slur. “That would really add some cheer to what’s been a shitty year.”

Because isn’t that what it boils down to? And by it, I mean my current, more than crappy state of mind.

It’s been a month since I walked in on my boyfriend screwing someone else. Someone named Gary.