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  Cabin Fever

  A BWWM Collection

  Contributing Authors:

  Posey Parks, M’Renee Allen, L. Loren, Shani Greene-Dowdell, Falon Gold, and Francesca Penn

  All stories in this collection are works of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. In no way is it legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. All rights reserved.

  ANTHOLOGY TABLE OF CONTENTS

  A BILLIONAIRE’S CABIN LOVE

  Posey Parks

  DO NOT DISTURB

  Dangerously Curvy Novellas Book 2

  By M’Renee Allen

  SEAL OF A LIFETIME

  L. Loren

  ALL YOUR SECRETS ARE SAFE WITH ME

  Zander and Jayne’s Story

  Shani Greene-Dowdell

  RUSTIC LIAISONS

  Falon Gold

  HOT SEXT

  Francesca Penn

  A BILLIONAIRE’S CABIN LOVE

  POSEY PARKS

  He captured my heart the moment I laid eyes on him.

  Collin owned my soul.

  We shared a love of the great outdoors.

  Collin Daughtry was a fighter. He'd tear down anyone who spoke I'll of me.

  You could say it was the Irish blood coursing through his veins.

  His love for me could be the death of him. I couldn't ask for a better man.

  Our passion was electrifying.

  Didn't matter how different we were.

  I was from the snowy mountains of Alaska. And Collin was from sunny California.

  Will I remain by his side or will I be swallowed whole by the vultures and return to Alaska?

  COPYRIGHT

  Copyright © 2020 by Posey Parks

  Published by Posey Parks Publishing

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  CHAPTER ONE

  COLLIN

  CHAPTER TWO

  KARA

  CHAPTER THREE

  KARA

  CHAPTER FOUR

  COLLIN

  CHAPTER FIVE

  COLLIN

  CHAPTER SIX

  KARA

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  COLLIN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  COLLIN

  CHAPTER NINE

  KARA

  CHAPTER TEN

  KARA

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  COLLIN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  KARA

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  KARA

  COLLIN

  EPILOGUE

  COLLIN

  CHAPTER ONE

  COLLIN

  Clapping erupted as I sauntered through the oversized office space we occupied in downtown Los Angeles. Our building was one of the tallest across the skyline.

  I nodded and thanked my employees as I approached my office.

  “Speech, speech, speech,” my partner Bryson Fuller yelled through cupped hands.

  I chuckled as I faced our team.

  “All right, all right. Everyone settle down.”

  They grinned and their eyes were glued to my every move. My fingers slipped through my curly brown hair.

  “This was a big acquisition for us. Five years ago, many of you took a chance working for a company our fathers grew into a well-established business. All we had was the legacy of our fathers to back us. None of you knew if we’d work just as hard or harder than our fathers.” My finger waved across the crowd.

  “Bryson and I work damn hard to keep our father’s legacies alive. Ruby has taken the liberty of heading up a light party this afternoon. Enjoy.”

  They cheered as I turned on my heels.

  Bryson gripped my shoulder. “Good shit, man.” His blond brows rose over his blue eyes.

  “Dude, I swear I don’t know who gets more excited when I close a deal. You or me?” I shook my head.

  He flopped in the red leather seat in front of my desk. I stood over my laptop.

  “Collin, you’re fucking cut throat. You don’t give a shit about the CEOs’ sob stories. All you care about is closing the deal.”

  I sank into the oversized black leather chair. “Our job’s to close deals. That’s how Daughtry and Fuller acquisitions remain one of the top firms in the country.

  “True.” He ran his hand down the gray tie.

  “Bryson, I’ve worked nonstop for five years. I need a little time away.” Squeezing the stress ball, I peered out the large floor to ceiling window.

  “Where are you thinking of going, brother?”

  “Shit, somewhere remote. Quiet.” I hadn’t told him I booked the trip a couple of weeks ago. Maybe I thought my best friend would talk me out of taking the trip. My fingers moved over the keyboard. A picture of a man ice fishing under the picturesque sunrise overlooking a lush tree line in Alaska popped up on my screen. I turned the laptop toward Bryce.

  He squinted. “That shit looks like you’ll freeze your balls off.”

  I burst into laughter. “Probably. But it’s what I need, Bryce.”

  He reclined back in the chair and sighed. “Hey, man, what can I say? You’ve earned this time off.”

  Bryce stood and I stepped around the desk. He pulled me into a bro hug. “Don’t make me come to cold ass Alaska looking for you.”

  I pulled back. “I won’t.”

  “Are you still coming tonight? I have mad chicks who will take care of us.”

  “Nope, I’ll leave all the pussy to you and the guys. I’m boarding the jet. Alaska bound.”

  ∞

  The white packed snow blanketing over miles of land was breathtaking. I knew Bryce didn’t understand why Alaska of all places was where I needed to gain my inner peace. In my heart, I knew this vacation was right for me. The cabin was in a remote area. No disturbances. Just me and nature. I grew tired of the beautiful women at my beck and call. They’d tell me whatever I wanted to hear. Was I ready for a relationship? I wasn’t sure. I hadn’t had a girlfriend. Unless you count my five-minute relationship in high school. And compromising wasn’t something I was big on. I got what I wanted when I wanted it. What difference did it make? I’d decide at a later time if I was finally ready to settle down.

  My eyes moved between my cell screen and the shop before me. I peeked down the street again, taking in the quaint buildings in the small-town. Talkeetna was definitely peaceful. A couple exited the tourist shop. I grabbed the door and walked inside.

  A short, petite woman walked backwards in my direction.

  “Frank, I’m going out for cocoa.”

  His face reddened. “Kara, you have a client coming.”

  “Bet they’ll be late. They always are.”

  The stocky man braced his palms on the counter, shaking his head.

  I stared at the back of her blue beanie. She continued walking until her boot smashed mine and her petite frame jammed into me.

  She whipped around. “Sorry, I should probably watch where I’m going.” A small smile spread across her beautiful, pouty lips. I couldn’t help but wonder if my eyes glued to her brown shaded lips appeared creepy?

  “My foot will recover.” A smile tipped up at the ends of my lips as I met her gaze.

  Her honey brown eyes sparkled, then she disappeared out the door. That was it. No short talk. Well, that was disappointing.

  “Hello,” I stated, as I approached the glass case.
/>   “How can I help you, son?”

  “Yes, I tried to confirm my four 0’clock appointment with my tour guide online.” I pressed the screen again. This time multiple times. “But it isn’t working.”

  He chuckled, scratching the nape of his neck. “Yeah, that colorful box is for show. You can pay, but confirming takes place either over the phone or in person. No need to worry,” he laughed again.

  “Your tour guide thought you’d be late. You know, being from the big city and all.”

  I pointed my thumb over my shoulder. “Let me guess, the woman short on words was my tour guide?” I quirked a brown brow.

  “Yup, she’ll be back. If she doesn’t have her hot chocolate for the road, she gets cranky.”

  He gripped his hat over his sandy brown hair. White strands of hair peppered his temples. “Would you like a bottle of water while you wait?”

  “No thank you.” I turned away from the counter, then turned back.

  “Is she your best tour guide? I booked an extensive package.”

  He cleared his throat. “Kara is─”

  “It has nothing to do with her being a woman. I just want a seasoned tour guide.”

  Gruffly, he ran his hand over his face.

  “You don’t think I’m good enough to be your tour guide?” she bit out at my back.

  “Shit,” I muttered.

  I faced her. “It’s not that.”

  She crossed one arm under her bosom as she sipped her cocoa. “Then enlighten me.”

  My eyes narrowed. “You look a little young.”

  “Ah, you know the old saying, black don’t crack.” She winked.

  “And please don’t tell me because I am black, I know nothing about Alaska. My home,” she snapped.

  My dick twitched. That sassy little mouth of hers would land her on her knees with my cock down her throat.

  “Race has nothing to do with the matter. I was purely stuck on experience.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I’ve already loaded the truck, either your coming or you’re not.” Kara turned on her heels and stormed out of the door.

  I peeked over my shoulder. “Thanks a lot,” I grimaced.

  He raised his hands as if he was surrendering. “I’d tell you my daughter is the best tour guide here because she learned from me, but I’ll let you see for yourself. I hope you’re ready to eat your words.”

  I shook his pasty hand. “Seriously thanks─,”

  “Frank Riley. Enjoy yourself, Mr. Daughtry.”

  I stalked out the door and climbed into the passenger side of the Silverado pickup truck.

  She turned to me. “My name is Kara Riley. I am your tour guide during your stay in Talkeetna, Alaska.”

  “Collin Daughtry.” I extended my hand.

  She placed her hands on the steering wheel and made a U turn. I dropped my hand on the seat.

  “I understand you’re staying in the Simpson cabin.”

  “Yes. Ms. Riley or is it Mrs. Riley?”

  “Kara works just fine.”

  My eyes combed over her short frame again. “We got off on the wrong foot, Kara.”

  “All you city guys are the same. It’s hard to believe a young black woman could know her hometown so well. No short talk allowed. You aren’t here to get to know me. You’re here for the Alaska experience. You paid for the premium package and I’ll deliver. First, we’ll need to stop by the market. I know the Simpson’s and I would bet they didn’t leave a stitch of food in that cabin.”

  “We’ll be together for two weeks.”

  She arched a brow. “I’m aware.” Kara pulled into a parking spot in front of Glenn’s Market.

  “It doesn’t hurt to get to know each other a little.”

  “There’s no need. You’ll return home to wherever.”

  “California.”

  Her lips tightened as she glared at me. “You know what I mean.”

  Looks like I’m just gonna ignore her by the book rules. “Have you ever been to California?”

  “No.” She hopped out of the truck. I did the same, then fell in line beside her.

  “Ever traveled outside of Alaska?”

  “Grab a cart. Tell me what kind of foods you’re looking for and I’ll lead the way.”

  She was a tough nut to crack. But I loved a challenge. Kara spoke to several residents in passing. All on first name bases.

  We strolled through the medium sized store in silence. I slipped my black beanie off of my head and placed it in the cart next to my gloves. She finally removed her hat. Her dark tresses cascaded down her back. Kara stuffed her hat, and gloves in her oversized gray Eskimo coat pockets. I gawked at her beautiful features. Good thing the mid-length coat I wore covered the huge boner.

  “Can you not do that?”

  “Do what?”

  “Stare like you’ve never seen a woman before.”

  “Oh, sweetheart, I’ve seen beautiful women before, but you…”

  She halted and gawked at me.

  “…you’re breathtaking.”

  Kara dropped her head, trying to conceal her blushed honey brown cheeks.

  “Thank you for the compliment. I’ll tell my boyfriend he’s a lucky man.”

  Usually, I could hide my feelings, but this time was difficult. My jaw ticked. “You do that.”

  “We’ve walked around the store twice. Please tell me what you’d like?”

  “Bacon, eggs, milk, and a steak for starters.”

  “All right.”

  A couple of women stared at me in passing. More like clenching their lower lip between their teeth.

  “Hey, Kara.” An employee wearing a blue smock approached.

  “Sue, how’s it going?”

  “Busy. Everyone’s stocking up. Want to be ready for the next drop of snow.” She slicked a red strand of hair behind her ear.

  Kara introduced us.

  “I think I have another bachelor on my hands this month. You know how it is. They love to become one with nature before they tie the knot.”

  A splash of red filled Sue’s porcelain cheeks.

  “I am a bachelor, but I’m not looking to settle down. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

  Although, I’d love to fuck you, Kara, before I return to Cali. True thoughts.

  I changed women like I changed clothes. I never kept the same woman around longer than four days.

  “Well, Sue, I’ll talk to you later. I need to get him settled into his cabin then we’re headed ice fishing.”

  Sue pointed her index fingers at me. “Fun times. You’ll love it.”

  I peeked at Kara. “I’m sure, I will.”

  Collin, main mission to find out if this boyfriend is real. Second mission to get a peek at her body that was hidden by the coat that dropped below her knees.

  We stood in the checkout line after grabbing several grocery items.

  “Hello, Kara.” The blonde, tall, slender cashier smiled.

  “Hey, Michelle.”

  “Are we still on for drinks later?”

  She glanced at me. “It depends on what time I finish work today. I have a real nature enthusiast on my hands.”

  “Are you two having drinks at a bar?”

  The blonde grinned. “Yes.”

  “I’d like to come. Strictly for drinks. I won’t interfere. I’ll let you ladies enjoy your night out. I’d like to drink a few beers and unwind while watching the game.”

  “Well, too bad. I’ll be shit faced, which means I’ll be in no condition to drive. Unless, you’re grabbing a hotel room for the night, you can hang it up.”

  I flashed a wicked grin. “It’s settled. A night on the town in Talkeetna it is.”

  Kara rolled her eyes.

  “Hopefully, I’ll get to meet your boyfriend.”

  “Boyfriend?” Michelle’s brows rustled together.

  “What boyfriend?” she snorted.

  “Ring him up, please. The boyfriend is new. We’ll discuss later, Michelle.” She grimaced
.

  I knew it. There wasn’t a boyfriend. Kara might’ve been afraid to fall victim to me. Shit, good call.

  The deafening silence returned once we were in the truck.

  “Kara, you know that I’m not looking for a girlfriend, so you don’t have to pretend to have a boyfriend.”

  She chuckled. And chuckled again. “If your goal is to land me in your bed, it won’t happen. I am not interested in you, Mr. Bachelor.”

  “The feeling is mutual.” I swept my fingers through my hair.

  “Good, my goal is to share Alaska with you. Nothing more, nothing less.” She grinned from ear to ear.

  “You really love it here, huh?”

  “I do.”

  “Does your mother help run the business too?”

  Brief silence hung in the air. “My father made a promise to my birth parents that if anything ever happened to them, he’d raise me. And he did. My parents went on a short plane ride to Fairbanks when I was six months old. Their plane crashed. They were only twenty-four when they passed away. Frank was my dad’s best friend.”

  “I’m so sorry for your loss.”

  “Thank you. We’re not far from your cabin. The cabin will be ice cold, so be sure to leave on a couple of layers of clothes every night before bed. Oh, I almost forgot, I’ll show you a great spot to watch the sunset. It’s breathtaking.”

  I smiled. “Do you live in town?”

  “No, I don’t live far from the Simpsons’. I’m roughly five miles away. We’ll actually pass my house on the way to your cabin.” A smile bit her pretty pouty lips.

  “Is that how you know about the sunset?”

  “It’s my job to know what tourists love,” she giggled. “While that’s true, I also stumbled upon the sunrise and sunset shortly after relaxing on my property.” She pointed. “Right there.”

  “Nice. Stained mahogany and honey golden wood. Did you have it built?”

  “A few friends helped me and my dad build the cabin three years ago.”

  I glanced through the side mirror. “Looks brand new. You take good care of your home.”

  “I have to. It’s my forever home.” She smiled brightly.