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Moreland Brothers 1 Bound by Accident Makenzie has given up much to help her loved ones. She gave up on her hopes and dreams of artistic fame. Her life consists of her job, making love with herself, and painting in the wee hours of night. Until one fateful Friday ends with her car pinned to a tree. The man who helps her that evening belongs to her. She sees it in his eyes, intense and burning. Charyn Moreland is a Master of bondage arts, yet no woman ever touches him. He stopped looking for Ms. Right after catching his ex in bed with his brother years ago. But once he encounters Makenzie at the scene of a terrible car accident, their gazes lock and he is going to have her regardless of what he has to do. She is his. But after a single night of scorching passion, can he convince her to trust him? Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Interracial Length: 63,905 words BOUND BY ACCIDENT Moreland Brothers 1 Jennifer Willows EROTIC ROMANCE Siren Publishing, Inc. www.SirenPublishing.com ABOUT THE E-BOOK YOU HAVE PURCHASED: Your non-refundable purchase of this e-book allows you to only ONE LEGAL copy for your own personal reading on your own personal computer or device. You do not have resell or distribution rights without the prior written permission of both the publisher and the copyright owner of this book. This book cannot be copied in any format, sold, or otherwise transferred from your computer to another through upload to a file sharing peer to peer program, for free or for a fee, or as a prize in any contest. Such action is illegal and in violation of the U.S. Copyright Law. Distribution of this e-book, in whole or in part, online, offline, in print or in any way or any other method currently known or yet to be invented, is forbidden. 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Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. PUBLISHER Siren Publishing, Inc. www.SirenPublishing.com Letter to Readers Dear Readers, If you have purchased this copy of Bound by Accident by Jennifer Willows from BookStrand.com or its official distributors, thank you. Also, thank you for not sharing your copy of this book. Regarding E-book Piracy This book is copyrighted intellectual property. No other individual or group has resale rights, auction rights, membership rights, sharing rights, or any kind of rights to sell or to give away a copy of this book. The author and the publisher work very hard to bring our paying readers high-quality reading entertainment. This is Jennifer Willows’ livelihood. It’s fair and simple. Please respect Ms. Willows’ right to earn a living from her work. Amanda Hilton, Publisher www.SirenPublishing.com www.BookStrand.com DEDICATION To my father, you were a wonderful man and your daughter misses you every day. My only regret is that you didn’t get the chance to know about the fact that I’m now a published author. You would have been so proud of me. To my loving husband, Maurice, you make every moment of life with you one of adventure and spice. I am the luckiest woman in the world to have you supporting and loving me. Plus, you gifted me with two big-head children who are too smart for their own good. To the persons who edited my book, thank you for helping me create a work that I am proud to show the world. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for the criticism and compliments. Last, but not least, thanks to the friends in my life who dealt with my attitude and lack of phone calls when I was a busy little bee working on this book. Lunch is on me, ladies. BOUND BY ACCIDENT Moreland Brothers 1 JENNIFER WILLOWS Copyright © 2011 Chapter 1: Tale of Two Cities Five years ago, New York City Makenzie Stafford-Johns was not having a good day. She looked at her haggard reflection along the mirrored gallery wall. Her face, while still the same, was pinched and flustered. On a good day, Makenzie was usually compared to Jill Scott, with her medium-brown skin, delicate features, wide eyes and mouth. She was built like Jill, too, on the thick side on a bad day at a size twelve. Her breasts were a full D cup, and she had just a little behind. Enough so she wasn’t entirely flat in back, although most men in her experience preferred more. The reason she looked so haggard was bad news, although it had been awhile since she had any of the good variety either. Deciding she needed time to think, she left work at the gallery early and walked to the nearest entrance to the subway. Her mom had called her on her cell, just before her last break of the day. The news she had gotten during the call made her scared, more than scared. Hell, terrified may be more appropriate. Her mom had cancer, and her insurance dropped her when she got laid off last month. The seemingly innocent Bound by Accident 9 conversation replayed in her head over and over again during her trip home. “Makenzie, I need to talk to you. Do you have a minute?” “I always have time for you, mom. What’s up?” “I’m sick.” “Do you need some money? I have some extra cash I can send if you need to pick up some TheraFlu or something,” she had said, even as the thought crossed her mind that it wasn’t really extra if she wanted to eat something aside from Ramen noodles this month. “It’s not that kind of sick baby, although I wish it was.” “Then what kind, mommy?” Her mom was silent for long moments. Enough time to have her check the phone to see if the call dropped. “I have breast cancer.” If she didn’t make a way fast, her mom could die without treatment. She took the way home on autopilot, not seeing anyone or anything around her. This was a dangerous undertaking at night in this city, especially considering her youth and beauty. She had lived here for two years, one of them with her boyfriend, Sean. When she walked in the door of the apartment, she was sobbing, unsure of what to do or how to do it. She met Sean a year ago at a soiree the university was having at the gallery. At the time she thought him handsome, with his dark- brown bald head and long, lean body. When she spoke to him, she was sprung, as she loved nothing more than a big brain. But in the time they were together, they barely had sex. If she was lucky it was once a month. Most of their relationship had been spent working on his doctoral thesis, and he wouldn’t change his drawers or eat if she left for too long. They were more or less roommates at this point, and Makenzie didn’t think he’d realize it if she just suddenly up and left for good. Speaking of which, Sean was sitting at his computer as usual, so lost in theorems that he didn’t hear or see anything but the complex 10 Jennifer Willows codes in front of him. He lived, slept, breathed astrophysics, and was working on a theory that would change the world of space travel. Makenzie, used to being ignored in favor of intellectual pursuits, just walked to her room, still sobbing. Picking up the beaten, old cordless phone next to her side of the bed, she dialed her best friend Charli’s number by rote. Her friend kept her sane these last couple of years, even with the distance between Wilmington and New York. Especially with the time she wasted, years of trying to make it in the city, her paintings not exotic enough in a period of distinct “isms.” Most popular artists now didn’t create an individual, realistic work. She worked in a gallery, and most of the stuff that sold was crap. To Makenzie it was simple. Regular, everyday people like real art, not this frou-frou garbage without substance. Yet after many hours wasted walking the streets of New York, in two years, no one had taken more than a cursory glance at her portfolio. Gallery owners would do a sweep, eyes scanning like they didn’t see her or her work. Their final expressions always appeared the same, a collective and resounding, “How unfortunate for you.” As though her work was crap, and it wasn’t. She knew it. But as circumstances lay, dreams or not, she had to go home. Her mom needed her. The phone was ringing, and seconds later, her friend greeted her. “Hey, boo!” There was a lot of noise in the background. Charli was most likely at a party, having the time of her life. “Hey.” Mak knew she should try to keep the sadness from her voice, but she needed her best friend to care. She lived in a city with millions, and ninety-nine percent of them wouldn’t spit on her if she were on fire. It was a world of difference back home in East Bumfuck, North Carolina. Folks in small towns were nosy. If someone blew a flat, their first cousin would know two hours later. Then the same cousin will call, fussing, because there was no phone call asking them to come and fix it. “What’s wrong? Hold on.” Charli’s voice was going in and out, and when she spoke again, she was somewhere blessedly silent. “Now
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