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  Foreward

  The Best of Forevers is a compilation of Single Parent Romances…all of them full length stand-alone novels, and I’ve also included a full length bonus novel at the end.

  It contains From Ashes To Flames, One Shameless Night, and A Special Obsession. Each of these books is unique and different from one another and I hope you enjoy all of them. The bonus book is not a single parent book, but a romantic suspense.

  Read on for your personal enjoyment! If you enjoy them, please tell your friends. 3>

  First Edition

  The Best of Forevers

  A Compilation of Single Parent Romances Plus One Full Length Bonus Book

  Copyright © 2020 A.M. Hargrove

  AM Hargrove LLC Up All Night Romance

  UAN Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used factiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in form or any manner whatsoever by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or a book review. Scanning, uploading and distribution of the book via the Internet or via any other means without permission is illegal and punishable by law. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions and do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support for the author’s rights is appreciated. For information address to A.M. Hargrove LLC —[email protected]

  All rights reserved.

  Cover Design by Shanoff Designs

  Contents

  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

  Acknowledgments

  Other Books

  About A.M. Hargrove

  Playlist

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Epigraph

  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

  Epilogue

  A.M. Hargrove

  Other Books

  Acknowledgments

  Playlist

  Dedication

  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

  Epilogue

  Other Books

  About The Author

  Acknowledgments

  Copyright

  Acknowledgements

  Epigraph

  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 21

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  About the Author

  Other Books

  Acknowledgments

  First Edition

  From Ashes To Flames

  Copyright © 2018 A.M. Hargrove

  AM Hargrove LLC Up All Night Romance

  UAN Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used factiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in form or any manner whatsoever by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or a book review. Scanning, uploading and distribution of the book via the Internet or via any other means without permission is illegal and punishable by law.
Please purchase only authorized electronic editions and do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support for the author’s rights is appreciated. For information address to A.M. Hargrove LLC —[email protected]

  All rights reserved.

  Cover design by Letitia @ RBA Designs | Romantic Book Affairs

  Editing services by Gray Ink

  Proofreading by Petra Gleason

  Chapter One

  Greydon

  Susannah shoved the crying baby into my arms as our son protested the absence of his mother’s embrace. Gently cradling him, I kissed his head and rubbed my cheek against the downy fuzz on top. I loved the softness of it and couldn’t help but notice the contrast between the two of us—my scruffy beard and slightly calloused hands and his soft, velvety skin. Inhaling his scent, I smiled, loving his baby scent.

  “You sure you want to go? I mean isn’t this trip going to be tough on you.”

  A soft chuckle came from the closet, where she’d disappeared. “You’re the one who’s going to have it tough.”

  She was probably right. I’d be here with a four-month-old and our six-year-old daughter. It was a good thing my mother was coming to help. I was used to handling it with my daughter, but adding our four-month-old son would create a new spin on things.

  “True, but traveling so soon after maternity leave. I mean that’s quite a bit to take on.”

  She rushed out of the closet with her packed rolling bag and laughed. “Might as well get used to it. I did it after Kinsley. There’s no reason to think I can’t do it with Aaron too.”

  “No, that’s not what I meant.”

  She paused and gave me that look, the one with only one brow raised. I’d always wondered how she managed that. “Well?”

  “I was only thinking that you’re jumping in too fast.”

  “Come on, Grey. You know me better than that. I was off for twelve weeks and have been back for a month now. This is the first trip I’ll be taking. I usually travel once a week.”

  She was right. “Yeah, I know. I guess I’ve gotten used to having you around.”

  She walked up to me, grabbed my face, and planted a chaste kiss on my cheek. “I hope you didn’t get spoiled. You know staying home was never part of my plans.”

  “True.” I was far from spoiled, but I didn’t mention that. Her career was important to her and one of the things that attracted me to her in the first place. Susannah exuded confidence in everything she did. She worked for one of the big hotel chains and had risen up the ranks. The problem was the rise brought a shit load of travel, which I wasn’t fond of. It took her away from the kids, even though I loved handling the home front. But I wanted to see her succeed and didn’t say a thing about it when it started happening. “It just seems like you can’t wait to get out of here. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were rushing off to meet someone.” I was joking, of course. I trusted her explicitly.

  Her eyes avoided me as she let out a cackle and said, “Guess I’ll have to make it up to you when I get back.” She slid a manicured nail down my arm. Susannah was great at avoiding my comments.

  “Hey, I’m holding you to that.”

  Walking to the small desk in the corner of our expansive room, she quickly stuffed her laptop into a messenger bag and grabbed the charger putting it into the bag as well.

  “You have your phone charger and mobile battery?” I asked.

  “Yep, and I think that’s everything. I’ll text you when I land.”

  I juggled Aaron in one arm and hugged her with the other. “I’ll miss you every minute you’re gone.”

  “Same here, Grey. Love you.” She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, which was surprising, considering she’d be gone all week. I handed Aaron to her and carried her bag down to the waiting car that would take her to the airport. The car sped off as Aaron and I watched it go. Dawn hadn’t broken yet, but I would soon have to wake Kinsley up for school.

  The morning was hectic, but I managed to make it to work on time for my first appointment.

  As I walked into the back entrance of the building, my nurse asked, “Morning, Dr. West. How was your weekend?”

  “Great Nicole. I hope yours was too.” I kept moving until I got to my private office. I donned my starched lab coat and checked my emails. Nothing urgent in there, so I quickly checked my investments when Nicole informed me what the day ahead held. Then I scanned the office computer to see the charts of my patients.

  “Mr. Parton went to the ER last night. Chest pain. They admitted him. Dr. Goldsmith saw him since he was on call and they cathed him. He has another blockage. Looks like he’s going to need CABG.” CABG—coronary artery bypass graft—was a big surgery for someone with Mr. Parton’s debilitating health issues, which concerned me.

  “Did Goldsmith call in this morning?” I asked.

  “Yes, sir. He wants to talk to you ASAP.”

  “He’s not coming in?” John Goldsmith was one of the partners in our cardiology practice.

  “Not until around noon.”

  “Okay, thanks, Nicole.”

  I jumped on a call with Goldsmith. “John. What happened with Parton?”

  “Oh, man. His LAD is ninety percent blocked. Not to mention he has restenosis with the stent he has. Five of his arteries are greater than sixty. He’s a train wreck.”

  “Right, but he’s not a candidate for CABG. Have you looked at his total picture? I don’t think he’d survive the surgery.”

  John began, “He’s older but …”

  “Failing kidneys, post-stroke, and that’s only the beginning. If they graft him, they’ll never stabilize him afterward. He may survive the surgery, but the post-surgical arrhythmias would probably kill him.”

  “Fuck, Grey, why wasn’t any of that charted?”

  “It is. I’m looking at it on the computer now.”

  “I didn’t see it and I combed through everything last night.”

  “When you get to the office, check his chart. I’m not sure what’s being transferred via electronic medical records to the hospital, but it should all be in there.”

  “Yeah, okay.”

  “Are you still at the hospital?” I asked.

  “No. I’m home. Why?”

  “He needs to have stents. We can’t risk him having an MI.” A myocardial infarction spelled certain death for Mr. Parton.

  “You’re right. How’s your patient load this morning?”

  “Heavy. Let me see who’s on call to do it. Thanks, man.”

  Electronic medical records were supposed to solve all the problems of missing medical information. It sure did miss the mark on Mr. Parton.

  All morning I was swamped but finally broke away for a fifteen-minute lunch. I checked my emails while I scarfed down a sandwich. One was from an Allie Gordon, but I ignored it because I didn’t really have time. I was back in the saddle until three, when George called. He was the other partner on call.

  “Update on Parton for you. We’ve got him stabilized after the stents. That LAD was dicey, man. He’s stable now but there’s no guarantee with it. You know what I’m saying?”

  “I do. He’s lucky though. With that kind of blockage, he could’ve had the big one.”

  John agreed. “They don’t call it the widow maker for nothing.”

  I was finally winding down the day, dismissing my last patient, when Nicole, met me in the hall.

  Grabbing my arm, she tugged me to the side and said, “Uh, there’s a woman in the waiting room. She says it’s urgent and needs to see you. She looks really upset. Says it’s a personal matter. Linda tried to turn her away, but she started crying.”

  Linda was the front desk receptionist and was great at handling people. If this woman was still here, Linda must’ve thought it was important enough for her to see me.