APKDock Logo
Chapters
share
HOT ROMANCE  Novel Cover

HOT ROMANCE

I didn't realize I'd been disappearing until the day I caught my own reflection and felt a stranger looking back. Thirty-eight years old, living safely, quietly, forgettably-like a ghost haunting my own routine. But on that warm June afternoon, something in me finally snapped awake. A pulse. A spark. A refusal. So I reached for the keys to the old Winnebago Kevin once hoped would save me, gathered my stunned eighteen-year-olds, and stepped toward a summer that felt impossible-raw, wild, alive. It was the day I stopped surviving my life and started claiming it.
Chapters
share

Chapter 4

As if reading my mind as I sat in the passenger seat, he asked, "Oh, sorry, did you happen to get the chain?"

"Yes."

An expression of mild surprise crossed his face as he did a double take, obviously having expected me to say no and probably prepared to run back out to do it himself.

"Good girl, Trudy. I hope you three do decide to stay." he commented, looking forward again to watch the twins hopping into his truck, both of them through the driver's side with Jenifer going first.

I sat there, somewhat flattered at the 'girl' comment and the approval of this man, of whom a teeny weeny part of me suspected of being an axe murderer despite the sign and the rest of it. Alternately, I wondered if he was married as the brake lights of his truck flashed. Jarid began to move forward and I suddenly began feeling guilty, thinking of Kevin and the fact that he'd bought the damned camper in order to save our marriage and now,... One hell of a time and way to try to get a life, wasn't it?

We set off, slowly following his truck down the track, listening to the branches scratching and screeching the sides.

Breaking the following silence that my melancholy mood produced, he asked, "Space shuttle, uh?"

I smiled ruefully. "Yes. The Columbia."

"Sounds like bad luck."

"Is that one of the ones that exploded?"

"Yup."

"I wasn't sure, I just picked the first one I remembered." I admitted. "Is it too late to change it? I haven't smashed a bottle of wine across her bow yet."

He grinned and answered, "We'll help you with that. We'll all vote on a name before you leave and whip a bottle of something expensive at the hood, how's that?"

"If you think it'll avoid an explosion."

This time he laughed aloud and I realized my sadness was gone. It was hard to be sad with such an easygoing, laid back personality around. I hoped he wasn't married, but how many single men bought a camping trailer and rented a lot? Possibly the type who runs around murdering people with an axe?

"So, Trudy, what would put you out on the highway with a new Winnebago and a couple of kids with no plan whatsoever?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Kinda, yeah. Like I say, you look like you had one of those days." he repeated. "Plus, the fact you got sales tags on all your clothes."

"Oh God! I complained, looking down and seeing he was right. It hadn't even occurred to me.

He slowed in order to navigate a tight bend, grinding into the branches. "Sorry.", he said apologetically.

"About my bad day or the RV?"

"Both, I guess."

"It's okay. In both cases. Yes, it was kind of a bad day. A shocking revelation, you might say."

"The worst kind. Divorced?"

"Yes. Yourself?"

"Married. The wife's back here at the trailer, you'll meet her sooner or later, if you decide to stay."

My foolish hopes around Monsieur axe murderer sank, but I replied, "You seem to think we will."

"Yeah. I hope you will. Like I say, you and your kids seem solid and it's cool to have new people here every once in a while. We're just a bunch of people from town, not everyone from the same town, but everyone knows each other through business, or whatever. We come out here to relax and have a good time without being bothered and just forget about the world for a while."

"Sounds nice."

"It is. Mostly because it's private and we can keep the garbage out. Sort of a summer family, you know?"

"Yes.", I said with a smile as any fears of being axe murdered went right out the side window.

We rounded another tight bend, the passenger side corner of the front bumper laying down weeds and short trees on the outside of the curve as he took it as wide as possible before straightening out and coming to some partially cleared land. To our right, I could see moonlight reflecting from the surface of a lake. To the left, patio lanterns and RVs in lots stretching down a row. After signaling a left turn early for Jarid, we turned and trundled down a rear path that serviced another row of campers.

"Nothing available in front and I couldn't put you there if there was, but the back lots are pretty big. Good for if you got stuff. Bikes, ATVs, a car and/or a truck, you get the picture."

I nodded.

"I'm down the end of the back row here, lot fourteen. I'm putting you in number seven, so you're surrounded."

"Surrounded?"

"Locals."

"Oh. Herd mentality, right?"

He performed another double take and laughed. "Yeah. We look out for one another here. I'm glad you get it."

"I watch a lot of TV. Discovery channel."

"Okay.", he chuckled as he passed an empty lot with a reflective '7' on a post, flashing the lights and coming to a stop as the kids did the same in front of us.

"You want it backed into the trees?" The Master bed is at the very back, right?"

"Yes, please do."

"Okay, you guide me in and we'll have you and your kids all snug in your beds inside a half hour. Bring me right alongside those white service ports stickin' outta the ground there, see them?"

"Yes, one minute." I said, jumping up and heading for the side door as the kids exited the truck ahead of us, again, each from the driver's side.

It didn't take long for Junior to get it parked, after which he shut it down and hopped out to join the three of us.

"All set." he reported, adding, "Keys are in the ignition."

"Junior, I can't thank you enough. You're a lifesaver and this place looks really nice, at least in the dark. I wish I'd brought some patio lantern, but I never even thought."

"Don't worry about it. Now remember, Elmo will be around tomorrow morning, about nine or ten o'clock."

"His name is really 'Elmo'?", Jenifer asked with a smile.

"Yup. I wouldn't laugh at him, though. Well,... you could, but I wouldn't. Hey, nice meeting you three, but I gotta run. I actually told Pammie I was going out for a pack of cigarettes and, after all this time, I can only imagine what she's thinking."

"Say no more, Junior. Again, a million thanks." I called as he was leaving.

"S'nothin', Trudy." he called over his shoulder while walking to the truck. "You three get some sleep and we'll see yas tomorrow."

The kids called their own goodbyes while we watched him go. It didn't matter if he was married or not, I happily realized. He was very friendly, he got us in somewhere that seemed nice, and that was enough. Even the kids seemed happy. Hey, it was an adventure, right?

You may also like

Betrayed by My Husband, Became His Greatest Nightmare  Novel Cover
7.7
"Tristan! Help!" I called out his name again. It was not a scream but a command. He didn't even flinch. "You know the rules, Juniper," he said, his voice fearfully calm. "I don't touch you. Don't use a fall to trick me into breaking those rules." .... But this mess is over. I'm done playing love with him. I'm returning to the Vangough seat. And as for the man who was allergic to my touch, he's just about to find out how much it hurts when I finally let go-and take my empire with me. Tristan wants a divorce. But I'll give him a battle he will never be able to endure.
Dark Possession: Bound To The Mafia Don Novel Cover
9.4
Michael Carter is an undercover FBI agent on a mission to take down ruthless mafia king Fernando Ramírez-the man he believes killed his sister. But getting close to Fernando means playing a dangerous game, one where seduction and power blur the lines between enemy and lover. When Michael uncovers a shocking truth, his thirst for revenge turns into a fight for something far more dangerous-his own heart. Now, torn between duty and desire, he must decide: destroy the man he swore to take down or surrender to the one thing he never saw coming. Love has never been more lethal.
Pampered By The Sadistic Academy Villain Novel Cover
7.6
I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip. Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes. His pale chest was torn open to the bone. I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop. He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel. And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain. A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days. My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid. "Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume." If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed. But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap. How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself? I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive. Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face. "Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire." This time, I will rewrite my own fate.
Substitute Wife's Tragedy Novel Cover
9.1
Forced into a deceptive marriage, Emily takes her twin sister's place as the bride of a reclusive, wealthy heir. What begins as a desperate sacrifice for her family quickly descends into a psychological nightmare. Trapped in a decaying mansion filled with unsettling secrets, she realizes her husband is obsessed with a version of her sister that never existed. As the line between love and terror blurs, Emily must survive the house’s dark history.
The Alpha's Cruel Bet: The Rejected Omega Novel Cover
8.0
On our one-year anniversary, I waited in red silk, praying my Alpha, Alex, would finally mark me as his Luna. Instead, a notification popped up on his tablet: "The Omega Prank." I tapped it and watched a livestream of him draping the Moonstone Necklace around another woman's neck, laughing that I smelled like desperation. It turned out the last year of my life was just a bet. A game to entertain the bored elites. But the humiliation didn't stop at the truth. Alex forced me to wear a diamond collar at the Charity Gala, parading me as "The Alpha's Pet" while the pack laughed. When his grandmother ordered me beaten with a cane for a painting his mistress ruined, Alex didn't stop them. He just poured a drink and looked away while the wood cracked against my spine. I didn't scream. I just watched him check his phone, indifferent to my blood. He thought he could exile me to a winter cabin to keep his "embarrassment" hidden. He didn't know I had already initiated the Ghost Protocol. I staged a bloody scene at the cliff's edge, making it look like a rogue attack. Standing over the freezing black water, I looked back one last time and severed the bond. "I reject you, Alex Bradley." Then I jumped, leaving him with nothing but a fake suicide scene and a regret that would come too late.
The Alpha's Rejected Vessel Novel Cover
7.0
They called her a Vessel, a half-blood whose miracle blood was her only worth. Rejected and shamed, Lia was claimed by the one man she feared most: Alpha Derek Damsi, a tyrant haunted by a savage beast clawing its way out from within. Derek is convinced she is the curse that ignited his inner darkness. He doesn't know she is his only cure. Trapped in his custody, Lia discovers her blood is the key to taming the monster he's becoming. But every time she saves him, a beacon of her power alerts their enemies, drawing them closer to their doom. To survive, she must control the beast, without becoming the prey.