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  Irresistibly Undeniable

  Zoey Derrick

  Kinky Panda Publishing

  Contents

  Also by Zoey Derrick

  Reviews

  Prologue

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 73

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Playlist

  DID YOU KNOW…

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  Finding Love’s Wings

  Finding Love’s Wings Cover

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Thank you!

  Copyright © 2016 Zoey Derrick

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN-13: 978-0996896658

  The following is a work of fiction, events that transpire may be similar in nature to real life situation, but are portrayed fictionally here. Research has been conducted however, what you read here may not be entirely accurate.

  The following my not be resold, reproduced or redistributed without the express written consent of the owner of the copyright, Zoey Derrick, Kinky Panda Publishing or Zoey Derrick Publishing. For further information, please contact Zoey at [email protected] for more information.

  Cover Design & Formatting by Parajunkee Design

  Editing by Raw Book Editing

  ISBN: 978-0-9968966-5-8

  For All Those Who Believe In Second Chances.

  And For Emily - without you - I’d still be in a funk.

  Also by Zoey Derrick

  Contemporary Romance:

  Finding Love’s Wings

  Chasing Love’s Wings

  Contemporary Erotic Romance:

  One Week - Standalone

  Erotic Romance:

  Claiming Addison

  Craving Talon

  Redeeming Kyle

  Taming Dex

  Devouring Raine

  Defining Us

  Contemporary Erotic, M/M Romance:

  Aryn’s Desire

  Paranormal Romance:

  Give Me Reason

  Give Me Hope

  Give Me Desire

  Give Me Love

  Reviews

  IRRESISTIBLY UNDENIABLE IS truly undeniably irresistible. Dyson and Ireland broke my heart then put it back together again. Zoey Derrick definitely knows how to write a sweet, suspenseful, and sexy second chance love story that will have you laughing out loud. -USA Today Bestselling Author Emily Minton

  Prologue

  IRELAND – AGE 18

  “The Sound of Silence” - Disturbed

  I remember it like it was yesterday. March 31, 2006.

  It’s hard to forget something that happens right after your birthday. At barely fifteen, the only things that mattered to most girls was attracting the boy of their dreams, shopping and sleep overs.

  To me, what mattered most was the boy. But he wasn’t just a boy. He was older than me by two years, a junior, the star football player, and my brother’s best friend.

  He was everything to me; the reason I got up in the morning, the thing I thought about when I went to bed at night. It was always him.

  From the moment he stepped inside our little school, I knew he would be everything to me one day. Over the years, we didn’t grow apart, no, we grew closer. My brother became his best friend and there was hardly a day that went by that I didn’t see him, usually at my house playing with Dusty.

  As I got a little older, my feelings for him grew and morphed into something different, something unexpected and something…more.

  I remember how our relationship changed, but I also remember how he changed too.

  When he wasn’t spending time with my brother and me, he would spend it with some random girl I usually didn’t know. I remember Dusty would get butt hurt because his friend would ditch him for whatever girl he was wasting his time with.

  I paid attention, listening closely to Dusty’s ramblings about how his best friend ditched him, but it quickly became apparent that his best friend wasn’t seeing just one girl, no, he had an entire harem of them. One day or week it would be one chick, then it would be Dusty, then it would be another chick, then another and another.

  The summer before my freshman year that all changed. He seemed to ditch the girls in favor of my brother and they hung out all the time, which of course, meant I was around too.

  I’ll never forget the day he was here, playing video games with my brother and he was getting bored. He’d said to my brother, “Let’s get out of here.” I was disappointed.

  I had always sat on the couch, usually pretending to read, secretly watching him. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the smile I loved or his gorgeous violet eyes. I didn’t want them to leave. It had disappointed me enough that I remember fighting back tears. I don’t know why, but I’d come to expect him to be here every day, and on the rare day that he wasn’t, it was awful.

  They’d turned off their video game and gotten up to leave.

  Then the smile had come.

  He had stared down at me over my book and I had looked up at him through my eyelashes. He had the most beautiful smile on his face. God, my heart had stopped in my chest. His violet eyes had sparkled in the sunlight coming through the window and I had quit breathing.

  “You coming, VeeVee?”

  I was so shocked that he had asked me that I sat there gaping at him like a fish. He raised an eyebrow at me; it was quite possibly the cutest thing I’d ever seen.

  My brother had tried to argue with him and I remember him saying something about it not being fair to leave me alone in the house. In that moment, I felt protected, cared for even, and it made me smile.

  That day started it all.

  That was the day Dyson C. Richards noticed me.
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br />   That was eight months before he’d shatter my heart into a million tiny pieces.

  It’s become abundantly clear that I need to let this go.

  That day, the day he noticed me, was four years ago today.

  It was the beginning of what would become the ‘summer of my life’. The only summer, really.

  Being fifteen, I didn’t know what I had, not until eight months later when he said all the right things, had all the right moves, and I caved.

  It was the night of March 31st.

  I had been barely fifteen and not in the frame of mind to make this kind of decision, but I couldn’t help myself.

  Despite my innocence, even I knew that Dyson was sex on legs. The girls knew it, I knew it. But Dyson and I had something special, something more than anything he’d had with any of the other girls I’d seen him with. I was the only girl, besides his mother, who had been in his life for more than five and half seconds.

  I was special.

  So was my innocence.

  Only I didn’t know it at the time.

  I handed it to him without a care in the world. Desperate to feel him, and be that close to him for reasons I didn’t understand at the time.

  I will never forget the look in his eyes when he slid inside me the first time. His violet eyes had seemed to grow darker and his gaze had burrowed straight into my soul.

  I was scared as hell, sweat had glistened over my skin, shivers from the coldness of the air and the desire I was feeling for the boy above me had racked my frame.

  It had felt amazing.

  It was everything to me.

  I watched our relationship shift and morph in his eyes. I could feel it; every ounce of what I felt for him was poured back at me.

  Then it was gone.

  Shattered into jagged pieces that I would be forced to walk on for the next four years.

  He left that barn after saying some devastating things to me and I had tried to tell myself it was because we’d connected, I knew it, and he knew it.

  I didn’t know what I was going to say to him the next day. Talking to Dyson was nearly impossible to do because he always managed to muddle my brain. He’d had an uncanny ability to make my mind go blank. But I was determined.

  I had marched the three blocks to his house. My determination was only sidetracked by the fear of what I would find when I got there. Both emotions rolled through me like waves in the ocean, bringing with it a fight or flight decision.

  As I drew closer to his house, something wasn’t right. Something wasn’t- my heart dropped to my toes as it hit me. Everything that I’d noticed and dismissed in the couple weeks leading up to this came crashing down on me. His absence from school and my house. Dusty’s piss poor attitude about everything, and even the way my mom behaved, but no one had bothered to tell me. The house had stood there empty.

  For the second time in less than twenty-four hours, my already broken heart was crushed.

  He was gone.

  He didn’t say good-bye.

  He never even told me he was leaving.

  Happy fucking April Fools’ to me.

  I’ve held on to this for way too long. Four years too long.

  I’m back, standing in front of the house that held so much promise that April morning. I was going to tell him everything, but I never got the chance.

  I never got to give him a piece of my mind and most importantly, I never got to say good-bye.

  I never told anyone what happened in the barn that night.

  I went through it all, all the stages of grief. First, denial. I was convinced he would show up at school. That he’d just moved across town, that he wasn’t gone. After about four days of him not showing up, I got angry as hell. That was the longest phase. I was mad at my mother. She was friends with his mom, how could she not tell me they were moving? I was furious with my brother. He’d argued that Dyson swore he was going to tell me himself, that’s why he was here alone that day. I didn’t believe him.

  I had tried to convince my brother to let me talk to him, but he refused, denied even knowing where he was or how to reach him.

  That’s when the depression finally set in. I didn’t eat hardly at all, I barely got through school, though my grades never slipped, and I guess I’ve been living in that depressed little bubble for the last four years.

  I knew somewhere, deep down in my gut, that he would come back for me.

  After Dusty graduated – Dyson had too – I thought maybe he’d show up back in Joplin, but he didn’t. Dusty had made remarks the last couple of years about missing his friend or bitching that everyone in school seemed to have it out for Dyson. He’d rumble on about how it was unfair the way they were treating Dyson. Just because he’d moved away, people needed someone to blame, but I think most of the girls in our school just needed someone to hate. Dyson was a player, but every girl seemed to think they were in love with him. I was no different. Then the summer ended, Dusty went off to college in Chicago, leaving me to finish high school. Alone.

  When I graduated from high school a month ago, I’d hoped he would show up, like Dusty did, and surprise me, but he didn’t.

  And now, I stand here in front of what was his house. Twirling the rock in my hand. Consumed with the memories of the man I loved, the man I desperately wanted to talk to, the man who would never come home again.

  It was an acceptance I was unwilling to face, but I had no choice.

  The rock in my hand grew heavier by the minute. It was the last thing connecting me to him. It was the sister to the rock I’d given him on his first day of school in Joplin.

  “He’s never coming back,” I said through tears. “You don’t know where he is or what he’s doing, but obviously, you aren’t part of that plan.” The pep talk I gave myself worked. The tears streamed down my face as my new reality washed over me and I threw the rock at his house. It pinged off the door. That rock was my heart that rock represented everything about the man I loved and it landed on the steps, where it would stay, forever.

  Prologue

  TWO

  SOMEWHERE Else. Six years later.

  “She’s dead,” I say into the phone. It’s taken me a week to be able to make this call. All the fucking red tape I’ve had to crawl through and I don’t even know how this is going to go down with him. Either he’s going to accept this or it’s going to backfire in my face. Fuck that, it’s going to backfire. I’ve been keeping something from my wife’s best friend for far too long. She deserves better and I’ll be god dammed if this is going to destroy her again like it did the last time.

  “Who? You’re going to have to be more specific here, man?”

  “Lauren.”

  “What? How?” The shock in his voice surprises me, I hadn’t expected that.

  It takes me a moment to gather my wits before explaining further. “Drunk driver, it was an accident.”

  “Are we sure it wasn’t something else?”

  “Positive.” I’ve read and re-read the police report and rehearsed my lines in my head so many fucking times I’m numb to any feeling regarding it. The weight I feel lifting off of my shoulders makes me grateful to finally pass the burden. Keeping this from my wife is fucking killing me. She knows something is up, but I keep having to pacify her with, “it’s work related, can’t disclose,” but I tell her everything and this is becoming impossible anymore.

  “Does she know?”

  “Now you’re going to have to be more specific. Does Lauren’s daughter know that she’s dead? Yes. Does Lauren’s daughter know that her father is alive and well? No. She’s about to turn twenty-five, but with the death of her mother; I’ve already had to send it. Given the circumstances, I don’t see her reaching out to me anytime soon.”

  “And the other one?”

  Good god, this is 2012 all over again. I shake my head. Fuck me. This is not going to go well at all. “How many more times am I going to have to do this?” I snap at the voice on the phone.

  “No
ne, this is it.” For once he actually sounds sincere. Though I would know if there were more secrets because I’d be the keeper of the keys.

  “Fuck, are you sure because I can’t take it anymore and you’re going to completely destroy her all over again. You realize this, right?”

  The voice coming over the phone sounds pained. “They’re telling me this is almost done, that I’ll be able to come out of hiding soon.”

  “I fucking hope so because goddammit, I did not fucking sign up for this and you know it.”

  “I never expected you to have to clean up my dirty work. You already know that. And you’ve been well-compensated for doing so, have you not?”

  “Sometimes money doesn’t buy everything.”

  “But it can silence those who need it the most.”

  Then line goes dead and I close the burner phone. I’m not so sure the money is worth any of this. The headache alone is going to kill me. I pinch the bridge of my nose. The headache I prayed was going to go away when I had this conversation rages on.

  Chapter 1

  Ireland

  Age 24

  “Fight Song” (Acoustic) - Rachel Platten

  “Vy,” I hear the gentle voice before the knock comes. The gentle rap of knuckles against my door makes me jump before the knob turns. “Vy, come on, you’re gonna be late.”

  I don’t acknowledge my slightly pushy, sometimes obnoxious roommate, Becca. I don’t need to. She’s going to barge her way inside no matter what I do. That’s just who she is and that person is who I’m most thankful for this last week.

  “What are you doing sitting in here?” she asks with genuine concern in her voice.

  “I just need a minute.” To compose myself. My voice is sad.

  She sits down on the bed next to me before wrapping her arm around my shoulders, pulling me into her side. If I wasn’t so worried about the three-hour job I just did on my make-up, I might have started to cry again. I managed to keep it in check while I was attempting to conceal the hollowness in my cheeks and eyes. I don’t need to go ruining it now.