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  Love Me Like You Do

  Books That Keep You In Bed

  MJ Fields

  Danielle Norman

  Ginger Scott

  Leddy Harper

  Jessica Ruben

  Lauren Runow

  Jeannine Colette

  Amber Kelly

  CR Ellis

  Stella Lang

  Contents

  About this anthology

  By MJ Fields

  Tagged Steel

  By Danielle Norman

  Sadie, Doctor Accident

  By Ginger Scott

  Memphis

  Leddy Harper

  The imPERFECT Guy

  By Jessica Ruben

  Warrior Undone

  By Lauren Runow

  Gravity

  By Jeannine Colette

  Wrecked

  By Amber Kelly

  Both Of Me

  By CR Ellis

  What it Takes to Fall

  By Stella Lang

  Hard Blow

  Wordsmith Publicity’s Newsletter

  Love Me Like You Do

  A Romance Anthology

  2020

  Published by Wordsmith Publicity, LLC

  With copyright holders permission

  Love Me Like You Do: : Books that keep you in bed

  Copyright 2020 @ MJ Fields, Danielle Norman, Ginger Scott, Leddy Harper, Jessica Ruben, Lauren Runow, Jeannine Colette, Amber Kelly, CR Ellis and Stella Lang

  Without limiting the rights under the copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission from either the author(s) and or the above named publisher of this book with the exception for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction.

  About this anthology

  Broken heroes, alpha men, shattered souls, second chances, small towns, big cites - 10 bestselling authors have collaborated to take you away to anywhere you wanna go.

  Ten full-length romance novels to help you escape while you're stuck inside. This limited edition anthology features:

  Tagged Steel

  Sadie, Doctor Accident

  Memphis

  The imPerfect Guy

  Warrior Undone

  Gravity

  Wrecked

  Both Of Me

  What it Takes to Fall

  and

  Hard Blow

  Tagged Steel

  Steel Crew

  By MJ Fields

  Forward

  Living by my father’s rules has never been easy.

  Who does he think he is anyway? Jase Steel has broken every rule he tries to make me live by.

  The Four Ds:

  No Dating (Thanks to Carly and Momma Joe, that was nixed at sixteen.)

  No Drinking (Shots of Jack at prom.)

  No Drugs (College frat party and a bear-shaped bong named Smokey.)

  The last one though, that last D, ruined my virgin skin, my relationship with my father, and changed my whole life.

  No Decorating

  I should have listened to him … but I didn’t.

  Tag—I’m it.

  Part One

  Prequel

  One

  Being the daughter of Jase Steel

  Sunday dinner is a Steel family tradition. We rotate between Momma Joe and Thomas’s, Cyrus and Tara’s, Zandor and Bekkah’s, Xavier and Taelyn’s, and our house. Today, it’s at our place.

  Eleven of us are at the regular dining room table, with the eight youngest Steels seated at the kids’ table. Salad and garlic knots have been served, and lasagna and roasted vegetables are being plated and passed around.

  Like Garfield, lasagna is my father’s favorite, so I decide this is the absolute best time, and safest place, to tell my father, at sixteen, that Chad Wentworth asked me to a movie the following Friday night. My very first date.

  The normally, noisy room falls silent, even the kids’ table decides to follow suit, and that didn’t even happen when Momma Joe said the blessing.

  Uncle Cyrus, the oldest of the four, is the first to speak. “You shoot the first one, word will spread.”

  His wife, my aunt Tara, covers her face and shakes her head.

  “That’s enough, Cyrus,” Momma Joe scolds him.

  “Tell him, whatever he does to our Little Bell, Zandor will do to him.” Xavier chuckles and so does his wife Taelyn.

  I look at Uncle Zandor as he smirks, shrugs, looks at his wife Bekkah, and then asks, “You okay with that?”

  “None of y’all are right,” she replies, sitting back and taking a healthy drink of her wine.

  When I look back to Dad, I realize that his eyes haven’t left me and there is no expression to be read in them … at all.

  Then he simply states, “No.”

  I hear a large thud, then he whips his head left. “What the hell, Carly?”

  “She’s sixteen, for God’s sake,” she whispers like no one will hear her.

  We all do.

  They have a stare off until he finally looks over at me. “Let’s talk about God, shall we?”

  “Really?” I roll my eyes.

  “Jase,” Momma Joe snips quietly.

  “With all due respect, Momma, you raised four amazing men, but girls, well, they’re nothing like boys.”

  “You don’t say?” Momma Joe slowly raises an eyebrow.

  “I know you’ve helped us the whole way, but this is my little girl.”

  “She’s sixteen,” Momma Joe and Carly say at the same time.

  I figuratively raise a victorious fist in the air, and then I just sit back and listen to them bicker.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I notice my sister Kiki and my cousin Truth watching it all go down, eyes darting back and forth like they’re watching a tennis match. When Kiki looks at me, she smirks, and I give her a wink.

  It’s a win.

  * * *

  It’s Thursday or, as I am secretly deeming it, first date eve.

  After Kiki’s piano lesson, Carly, Kiki, and I got haircuts. When we started walking out of the salon, Momma Joe was walking in.

  “Three of my favorite girls.” She hugs us all. “Would you care to join me for mani/pedis?”

  “Heck yes!” Kiki squeals. “Perfect idea! Tomorrow’s date night, Momma Joe.”

  The wink shared between my seven-year-old sister and my grandmother makes it obvious this was planned, even before we are greeted by the staff and brought back to the four pedicure chairs already waiting for us.

  “I think she’s more excited about your date than you, if not even more so,” Momma Joe says with a laugh as we sit.

  “Don’t let her fool you,” Carly whispers. “She has an ulterior motive. She’s just hoping you break him in so it’s not as difficult when it’s her turn.”

  Kiki smiles. “I already have a boyfriend.”

  “You do, do you?” Momma Joe asks.

  She nods. “He just doesn’t know it yet.”

  “Dad doesn’t or the boy doesn’t?” I ask my bright-eyed little sister.


  “Neither!” She laughs hysterically at herself.

  After we’re finished, Carly asks Momma Joe to come over for dinner.

  “I would love to,” Momma Joe replies.

  The look exchanged between them also tells me that this was planned.

  * * *

  When we pull up the driveway, Dad is filling the doorway, my brother Max beside him. As Momma Joe rolls up behind us, he narrows his eyes, and Carly smirks as she waves.

  All week, he’s been extra. Extra edgy, extra stress-y, extra … just extra.

  Carly has been keeping me close, and when they don’t think I’m in earshot, she’s keeping him in check, telling him, “I see what you’re doing.” Or, “You better check yourself, Steel, or you’ll be on the couch.” Or, “She’s sixteen, Jase, and she’s a hell of a lot more street smart than I ever was. She’ll be fine. It’s him you should feel bad for.”

  When we walk up the front steps, he looks at me. “Got a minute, Bella?”

  “She’s already promised to help me get dinner on the table.” Carly smirks as she pushes up on her tiptoes and gives him a loud peck on the cheek.

  “Carly,” he grumbles as Kiki leaps at him.

  “Catch me, Daddy!”

  Momma Joe and Carly keep Dad busy the entire night; Kiki even seems to be in on it.

  By the time he has read to Max, and Kiki has made him listen to her newest song, in which she has also choreographed—on the fly, I’m sure—I have showered and shut myself in my room.

  Lying in bed, unable to sleep, looking at the time on my phone as I switch between scrolling through Instagram and watching Snapchat stories, I hear a light knock on my door before it is opened.

  Dad.

  He walks in. “Scooch.” He sits on the edge of my bed and waits for me to move over before lying on top of my duvet.

  “Not gonna say I’m always rational.”

  I stifle a laugh.

  He raises an eyebrow then continues, “Got you back less than ten years ago, Little Bell. So, to me, you’re ten, not sixteen, making this extremely hard.”

  I want to point out that is a messed-up way of thinking, a piss poor excuse for treating me like I’m Kiki’s age, but I also don’t want to get grounded.

  He looks at me, expecting me to say just that, but I know better.

  “I love you, Bella.”

  “I love you, Dad.”

  “I know you’re smart, but I also know the mind of a teenage boy, because I was one. I have a few things I need you to hear, Bella, really hear about dating.”

  I roll to my side and look at him.

  He takes a deep breath then exhales slowly. “They earn every fucking thing you give them, starting with a yes to him asking for a date. Did he earn it?”

  “I think he did. Before I even asked you, I told him he’d have to pull into my driveway, get out, and meet my family before I’d be allowed to leave the premises.”

  He fights to hold back a smile, then it’s gone. “You don’t put yourself in a situation you don’t feel comfortable being in. No means no.”

  “He hasn’t even sent me a message that is suggestive at all.”

  His eyes widen, and his jaw tenses before he says, “You said he; have others?”

  “I’m sixteen. Sexting is—”

  “Not dating. Any little fuck sends you sexual messages—”

  “They get blocked.”

  “They?” His voice is higher than I’ve ever heard.

  “I’m going to a movie, Dad. We’re meeting friends—”

  “I can drop you off at a movie, where you can—”

  “Dad,” I groan exaggeratedly. “You told me when I got my license that I could ride in a car with my friends. I haven’t yet.”

  “Never said boyfriends,” he grumbles.

  “Never said he was my boyfriend, Dad. It’s a first date.”

  He stares at me; I stare back. Then he nods.

  “What do you really want to say?” I ask.

  “He doesn’t deserve you.”

  “He’s a friend, who asked me on a date, not for a freaking—”

  “Don’t you dare,” he warns.

  “Then trust me, Dad. Trust. Me. He’s not the one you should be afraid of.”

  “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

  “It means he’s the first one to ask, not the ‘first’ one.” I air quote first. “I’m not going to sleep with the first boy I date, get knocked up, and—”

  “That’s not cool, Bella.”

  “Then tell me what you want to tell me, Dad.”

  “He doesn’t deserve you,” he states matter-of-factly, again.

  “How will I know if anyone deserves me, Dad? I haven’t even been kissed.”

  He doesn’t even fight to hide his smile this time. He beams.

  I flop back on my pillow. “Oh my God, can I just go to sleep?”

  “When you even think he’s possibly the boy who deserves your first kiss, Bella, you make damn sure he deserves you. Which means you know him. You know he treats his momma right, because that’s the way he’ll treat you. You remember you can do anything he can, and if he makes you feel like that’s not the case, he’s out. You remember to still dress like you and don’t change for him. No over-the-top makeup shit, Little Bell. Never let him think for you. Don’t get your head stuck up your ass, because the right guy for you will love that you’re intelligent and can think for yourself. And remember, you never have to do anything to make someone love you. The right person will cross the fucking desert in tin foil just to open a door for you.”

  He pushes his arm under my head and pulls me into a hug. “Compare every single boy you ever meet to the man I was when you came back into my life. Nobody will love you like I do. If he even comes close, I will shake his hand and give him my blessing.”

  Two

  Date Night

  I’m done getting ready for my date long before Chad is expected to pick me up so that I could be out the door ASAP, giving little time for Dad to embarrass me.

  When Chad, the son of two doctors, shows up in his BMW to take me to a movie, Dad beats me to the door.

  “Come on in, Chad.” His smile is big, bright, and welcoming.

  I feel it’s safe to allow such a thing for two reasons. One, it’s a first and he doesn’t seem all that “Jase Steel” over it. And two, I overheard Carly threatening him with a week on the couch if he was, in her words, an asshole.

  I start to feel good about this meet and greet … until Chad smiles back, walks in, and I see Dad narrow his eyes as he glares at the back of his head.

  Then Dad offers him a beer, to which Chad thankfully declines, saying, “I’m sorry, sir, but I’m not of legal age, nor would I put your daughter in harm’s way by drinking even a sip of alcohol before driving her in my vehicle.”

  Nice, I think … until I see Dad looking at him with his eyes and jaw set.

  “Chad”—the way Dad says his name is rather obnoxious—“you’ve never had a drink?”

  “Yes, sir, with my parents on Christmas, I had some spiked eggnog, and it was disgusting.” He laughs, and Dad narrows his eyes.

  “Hey, Chad, I’m Katherine Steel, Little Bell’s sister.”

  Little Bell? Ugh, seriously?

  I turn and see her reaching out her hand to shake his and notice the tee-shirt she’s wearing.

  On top, it says, “Heads-up, Boys.” Below it is a picture of my father, shirtless, inked, and jacked. Below that, it says, “This is my father.”

  I notice Chad’s eyes widen, and then he smiles and shakes Kiki’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”

  Max runs into the room in one of Kiki’s tutus … and nothing else on.

  I glare at Dad, and he holds his hands up as if to say, wasn’t me.

  When Carly walks into the kitchen, her smile falls as she looks at Kiki then at Dad. “Really?”

  He grins. “Hey, Carly, can I get you a drink?”

  She sighs. “Make it a d
ouble.” Then she looks at Chad. “Hi there, I’ve heard a lot about you.”

  And now, I want to crawl under the table.

  He smiles. “All good, I hope.”

  As if things couldn’t possibly get any worse, I hear Uncle Cyrus ask, “Anybody home?”

  I shoot Dad a look, and he bites back a smile.

  “Well, we should get going,” I say, nodding toward the door. “Don’t want to be late.”

  Chad looks back at my parents. “Nice meeting you.” When he turns around, he looks up as Uncle Cyrus walks basically into him. Chad looks stunned.

  I shoot Cyrus the same look I just shot my dad, thinking if the other two show up, I’m going to be out of ammunition really quick.

  “Chad, this is my uncle Cyrus.” I literally push Cyrus aside with my hip, and he chuckles. “And we’re going to be late.”

  “Nice, me-me-meeting you.” Chad hurries past the intense glare Cyrus appears to be giving him, but it’s honestly his natural expression.

  We’re at the threshold, and I think we’re clear, when I hear Cyrus say, “Hey, Chad.” Saying Chad in the same tone my father used.

  We both turn as he tosses something to him.

  Chad catches whatever was thrown, looks at it, and then closes his hand around it.

  Cyrus smiles menacingly. “Those come much faster after ten o’clock, you feel me?”