ETERNAL PROMISE
The Cursed Series, Book 5
by Kara Leigh Miller
ETERNAL PROMISE (The Cursed Series, Book 5) by KARA LEIGH MILLER
FIRECHICKEN PRESS, LLC
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This book is a work of fiction. All characters, places, names, and events are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any likeness to any events, locations, or persons, alive or otherwise, is entirely coincidental.
Eternal Promise copyright © 2020 Kara Leigh Miller
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First Edition January 2021
Book Design by Laura Heritage
Cover Design by Laura Heritage
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
CHAPTER FORTY
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
CHAPTER ONE:
Colton Halstead
January 2018…
“THERE’S MY GORGEOUS FIANCÉE,” TRENT SAID. He walked into his room, closing the door softly behind him, and sauntered toward me. “I was starting to think you were going to sleep the day away.”
I stretched my arms over my head and let out a satisfied groan. “Yeah, well, someone kept me up all night,” I said, glaring at him with fake annoyance.
He kneeled over me on the bed and grinned. “I hope you’re not waiting for an apology for that,” he said.
“What time is it anyway?” I asked.
“Almost ten.”
I laughed. “That’s not half the day.”
“Mm-hmm.” His eyes sparkled, and my heart fluttered in response. “Everyone else is already awake. Jax made breakfast.”
“Did he make French toast?” My stomach grumbled just thinking about it.
“Yes.” Trent’s grin widened as if he found me highly amusing. Such a good mood was a rare thing for him, but I loved every second of it.
“Well, I’ll definitely get out of bed for that,” I said, smirking.
He let out a surprised laugh. “So you’ll get out of bed for my brother’s food but not for me?” His lips twitched with a barely contained smile.
“Exactly. But only because I really like staying in bed with you,” I said.
I reached for him at the same moment he lowered his mouth to mine. His tongue grazed my bottom lip, and my eyes fluttered closed. A thick, intense jolt of desire shot through me, and I reached for the hem of his shirt, my fingers barely brushing against his bare skin before he was off the bed and standing clear across the room.
“Oh, no.” He held up his hand and shook his head. “We have entirely too much to do today for you to be starting that.”
Groaning, I rubbed my hands over my face. The events of the past couple of days were still fresh in my mind—telling Trent about Ivy’s offer to help us have a baby, him getting upset, us fighting about it, throwing a surprise birthday party for him, his long lost thought-to-be-dead brother showing up out of nowhere. Trent begging me to spend the night, him telling me he wanted to talk to Ivy, making love until the sun rose.
“You really have no self-control, do you?” I teased as I got out of bed and stretched my arms over my head.
“Not where you’re concerned,” he said.
“Fine. Let me get dressed.”
Trent nodded. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” And then he left the room in a hurry, probably because he was worried I might try to start something again.
I took the quickest shower of my life, dressed in jeans, a fitted blue sweater, and black knee-high boots, and pulled my hair into a ponytail at the nape of my neck. Time to go have breakfast with my fiancé’s vampire family. Man, my life was weird.
When I walked into the kitchen, Sean, Colt, Karina, and Wyatt were seated along one side of the table while Whitney and Trent were on the other side. Between them was an empty chair for me. Jax moved from the stove to the island, replenishing the buffet of food he’d made.
“Help yourself,” Jax said, waving the spatula at the stack of plates.
I grabbed a plate and piled it with three slices of French toast and four strips of bacon. Things with Trent had been tense last night, so I really hadn’t eaten much during his party.
Jax rose a brow, his signature cocky smile making an appearance. “Someone worked up an appetite last night. Though, with how loud you were being, I’m not all that surprised.”
I grabbed a biscuit and hurled it at him. “I wasn’t loud,” I snapped.
He caught the biscuit mid-air and took a large bite, winking at me as he did. “We’re vampires. Everything is loud to us,” he said.
My face heated, and my temperature spiked several degrees. I was tempted to throw my entire plate at him next. Instead, I turned and headed toward the table.
Colt laughed. “You seriously gonna let him get away with that?” he asked Trent.
Trent shrugged. “I’m learning to pick my battles.” He draped his arm across the back of my chair as soon as I sat. He fingered a lock of my hair, smiling in my direction. “Besides, I have no issues with Jax knowing Chloe was with me last night.”
“Oh, my God,” I mumbled, head down.
A second later, a slice of French toast flew through the air, straight at Trent’s head. He grabbed it and flung it back in Jax’s direction.
“Boys!” Sean said sternly. “Honestly, Colton, must you always cause trouble with those two?” Sean shook his head. “It’s like you boys are ten years old again.”
I laughed. “You’re the troublemaker?” I asked Colton. “My money was on Jax.”
“Aw, Chloe,” Jax said in a sickeningly sweet tone. “That means you’ve been thinking about me.”
Trent growled.
“Okay, enough,” Sean said. “Let’s leave Chloe alone for a while.”
I gave him a grateful smile and smeared butter and syrup over my French toast. Next to me, Whitney was busy tapping away at the screen of her
