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    Going for the Hole
    Going for the Hole
    Going for the Hole
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    Going for the Hole

    By L.P. Dover

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    Grip it softly.
    Stroke it smooth.
    And you’ll sink right into the hole.

    That’s my motto both on and off the golf course. The women come in full supply everywhere I go and there are no complaints. Maybe it’s the size of my driver that gets them going.

    I’m Lucas “Ace” Montgomery, professional golfer and world record holder for the longest drive in golf history. The PGA Tour has been my life, but it’s time for a break. A few relaxing weeks of drinking and golf with friends in Myrtle Beach is what I need. However, when a bright pink ball knocks me out on the course, and a blonde beauty comes to my aid, I expect to see a gallery girl, a.k.a a member of the Party Groupie Association. Trust me, those girls know how to have fun. Although, to my surprise, it’s not what I get at all.

    Dr. Ashley Locke is beautiful and everything I’d want if I was ever to get serious about someone. Unfortunately, she has no interest in me whatsoever which only makes me want her more. All she wants is to get through her friend’s bachelorette weekend and go back to her life, but after injuring me on the course, I’m not letting her run away so easily. When I want something, I get it.

    I’m not competing for money this time. All I want is to win her heart.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherL.P. Dover
    Release dateJun 25, 2018
    ISBN9781370259366
    Going for the Hole
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    L.P. Dover

    New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Everything’s sweeter in the South has always been her mantra and she lives by it, whether it’s with her writing or in her everyday life. Maybe that’s why she’s seriously addicted to chocolate.Dover has written countless novels in several different genres, including a children’s book with her daughter. Her favorite to write is romantic suspense, but she’s also found a passion in romantic comedy. She loves to make people laugh which is why you’ll never see her without a smile on her face.

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      Going for the Hole - L.P. Dover

      1

      LUCAS

      You sure this is a good idea? My brother tossed me a shirt and I put it in my suitcase, along with a month’s worth of clothes.

      Sighing, I zipped up my luggage and ran a hand through my hair. Aiden stared at me, his brows furrowed in concern. He looked like our mother with his light blond hair and blue eyes. She’d be giving me the same expression, if she were alive today. Sadly, we’d lost her five years ago.

      Look, I know what I’m doing. I gestured toward the door. Down the hall was a whole room filled with nothing but my trophies. I’ve won too many tournaments to count. Hell, I could quit now and be set for life. But I need a break, before I burn out.

      Aiden blew out a huff and threw his arms in the air. All I’m saying is that you’re on a roll right now. You’re kicking ass in the tour.

      He was right, I was. Competing in the PGA Tour had been the highlight of my life for the past nine years. No one had yet to beat my driving record. I had sponsors, a manager who happened to be my father, and a team of people who worked for me—including Aiden . . . my younger brother of five years, who also happened to be my well-paid caddy.

      I picked up my suitcase and walked past him into the hallway. He followed me down the stairs to the front door, where his bags sat, packed up and ready to go. "Are you trying to say you don’t want an all-expense paid trip to Myrtle Beach?" I asked.

      A slow smile spread across his face. I want the damn vacation, brother. Don’t forget, I’m the pack mule who has to carry the clubs for your ass. You wouldn’t make it one hole without me.

      Exactly. I burst out laughing, and his grin grew wider.

      I guess you know what’s best. He looked serious once again. And I want you to be smart about this. So, if you want to take a break, I’m all for it. Spending a month at the beach sounds pretty damn good to me. I just know our father’s not going to like it.

      My dad had a habit of being my manager first, father second, even though his intentions were good. He’d spent his life on the golf course, earning a name for himself. After my mother died, he passed his clubs down to me, along with his legacy. Aiden enjoyed the sport, but his talent laid with the calculations. He knew exactly what club to give me for each shot, and he was always spot on.

      A car door slammed outside, and I opened the front door.

      Noah Bradfield, my best friend since elementary school, lifted his arms in the air with the biggest smile on his face. You ready, cocksuckers?

      Personal trainer by day, he was known by the media as my bodyguard—mostly because he was always around. I didn’t need one though, as I was more than capable of taking care of myself. But he liked the attention, and it broadened his business. Besides, the ladies loved him, and he was fun to have around.

      Hell yeah, I shouted, tossing him one of my smaller bags. Since I’m paying, you can load up the car.

      Groaning, he carried my bag to the shiny, black Cadillac Escalade and tossed it inside.

      Dad’s not going to like this, I agreed, turning to Aiden, but he’ll have to get the hell over it. I’ve given up nine years of my life. It’s about time I have some fun. Granted, I belonged on a golf course. Out there, I felt at peace. Competing was a different story though. It could be stressful, wearing me down hole by hole. And lately, the pressure had become too much, especially with all the new blood joining the tournament each year.

      Aiden reached down and picked up one of his suitcases. Let’s put our worries behind us and go have some fun. I’m not going to ruin it for you.

      I patted him on the back. Thanks, bud. I’d appreciate that.

      He picked up his other suitcase and loaded it in the back of my car. Noah rushed up the front stairs and rubbed his hands together. So . . . what’s on the agenda tonight? I say we go to some strip clubs, cruise the strip, and get laid.

      Chuckling, I laid my arm over his shoulders. Sounds like a plan.

      2

      ASHLEY

      You should start feeling better tomorrow. I ruffled Jacob’s chestnut-colored hair and he smiled up at me through his tears. His dimples made my heart melt. The poor thing had strep throat, and I’d just given him a penicillin shot. They hurt like hell, but it was the fastest ticket to feeling better.

      Jacob’s mother lifted him in her arms. Thank you, Dr. Locke. I know it’s after hours.

      I waved her off. It’s quite all right. Give us a call if he gets worse.

      She nodded. I will. We’re just going to go home, eat some Popsicles, and watch movies.

      Jacob’s face lit up and he hugged her tight. Yay, no homework!

      My nurse, Britney, escorted them down the hall with her angelic smile and bright pink scrubs. She had an effortless way with kids, which was the reason I’d hired her to be my assistant.

      As I headed toward my office, I unbuttoned my lab coat. Normally, I’d be eager to get home by this point in the day, but today I didn’t mind working late, since I had the next ten days off.

      Dr. Locke?

      I turned around and Karen at the front desk held up the phone. She was a close friend of my mothers, and a great receptionist. Dr. Locke’s on the phone.

      Which one? I asked, chuckling. There were three of us, but technically only two now. My father had retired, leaving me and my older brother to run the practice.

      Karen grinned. It’s your brother.

      I’ll take it in my office. It was the phone call I’d been waiting on all day.

      Soon, he’d be marrying a former NFL star’s daughter who was a couple years younger than me and never worked a day in her life. She loved my brother more than anything—which was why I liked her—but the woman didn’t know what it was like to live in the real world. And when she asked if I’d be her maid of honor, I couldn’t say no. Unfortunately, being a bridesmaid meant I had to endure the bachelorette week. It couldn’t be just a weekend for her; it had to be an entire week. Worse, I had no clue what she had planned.

      Once in my office, I draped my lab coat over my chair and sat down. Line two flashed on my phone and I took a deep breath before picking it up. Hey, Cam.

      Hey, sis. How was the office today?

      Busy. If you weren’t such a lazy ass, you could’ve helped me, I teased.

      He burst out laughing. It would have been a little difficult, considering I was out in the middle of the ocean all day.

      All right, rub it in. But in all honesty, it wasn’t bad. You know I can handle this place on my own.

      For his bachelor week, he decided to go deep sea fishing with his buddies before they all joined us the following week for the wedding. I could hear his friends laughing and carrying on in the background. I know you can, Ash. Thanks for working late tonight. Cameron cleared his throat. I guess you know why I’m calling. I figured you’d want to hear it from me first, before you speak to Olivia.

      I bit back my groan and rested my head on the desk. What am I in for this week? Usually, my weekends consisted of healthy food and wine, not partying or going to strip clubs. However, I did have a feeling we were going to be visiting a club owned by Olivia’s cousin, the guy who also happened to be one of my patients, and extremely good-looking. He’d been trying to get me to visit there for months.

      Cameron cleared his throat. Well, it’s something that might interest you. I know you haven’t done it in a couple of years.

      There was only one thing that Olivia and I had in common . . .

      She wants to go golfing? I asked, not really believing it. I used to be pretty good at it, but golfing was the last thing I expected her to want to do before her wedding. I figured she’d want to go away to a tropical island somewhere.

      A laugh escaped his lips. Yep. You’re all staying at the Emerald Dunes Golf Resort. That way she can be there to handle any wedding stuff that might come up. She thought a few days of golf would help her relax. Not to mention, they have the best spa around. Play a round of golf each day, and then soak up in the spa. How does that sound?

      Not too bad, actually. Luckily, one of Olivia’s three bridesmaids was a friend of mine, Harper Welch. The other two were her sorority sisters. Harper had been our neighbor and childhood friend growing up. We were inseparable, even when we’d all went away to college. I’m sure I’ll manage, I assured him. I know Harper and I will have fun.

      I’m counting on it. I could hear the smile in his voice. Tell Harper I said hello.

      Will do. We’ll have to all get together for dinner once the wedding chaos subsides.

      He chuckled again. Definitely. A group of guys shouted in the background and he sighed. I gotta go. Have fun.

      You too.

      The line went silent, and my cell phone beeped inside my purse. There were two missed text messages. One from Harper, and the other from Olivia.

      Harper: Looks like we’re playing golf the whole week. I suck at it!

      I texted her back. She didn’t suck at it. Actually, she was pretty good, or at least, she had been when we last played a couple of years ago.

      Me: You’ll do fine. It’s been just as long since I played, so we can be bad together.

      Harper: Kill me now. I’ll meet you at the resort. Say around 9 tonight?

      Me: See you then!

      I closed out and read the one from Olivia next.

      Olivia: I’ve decided on a spa and golf WEEK! Hope you’re ready for some fun. Call me!

      Taking a deep breath, I called her back, trying my best to get into the bachelorette frame of mine.

      Hey girl, she greeted excitedly.

      Hey.

      You ready for a wild week at the beach? I know it’s last minute, but you have a suite with your name on it.

      Her enthusiasm made me smile. I did need an extended vacation away, so I was sure as hell going to make the best of it. I can’t wait.

      3

      ASHLEY

      The second I saw everyone in the hotel lobby, my focus landed on Harper. She looked amazing in her off-the-shoulder, green silky blouse; it contrasted perfectly with her rosy skin tone and auburn hair. She met my gaze and shrugged. The other two bridesmaids, Sophia and Allie, were dressed in T-shirts that read Bridesmaid. It was obvious they’d planned the T-shirts without telling me or Harper.

      Sophia had taken it hard that Olivia asked me to be her maid of honor, which was why she loved to throw me her uber bitch death glare as often as humanly possible. Under normal circumstances, I could get along with just about anyone, but Sophia and Allie were straight up she-devils from hell. I’d never come across two women who were so mean and spiteful. They needed a friend like Olivia to balance them out.

      Harper walked away from the group and held out her arms. Should we be offended? she asked teasingly.

      I hugged her and couldn’t help but laugh. Not at all. We were part of the cool crowd in high school and college. Let them be miserable together.

      She burst out laughing. They’ll grow up, one day. The stuck-up bitch act can only get you so far.

      I hope so. I don’t understand how Olivia can be friends with them.

      She shrugged. They were in the same sorority. Sisters for life. Her eyes rolled, and she smiled. I don’t give a rat’s ass about loyalty. If I was ever in a sorority and my sisters were complete and utter thundercunts, I wouldn’t have been friends with them.

      That’s why you have me.

      Wrapping her arm around my shoulders, she squeezed. Exactly. I wouldn’t trade you for anything. Well, maybe for your Prada shoes I could be swayed to give you up . . .

      Hey. I pushed her playfully. I’m never letting you borrow those again. I snuck a glance over at Olivia and the others, at their carefree smiles. It was as if they didn’t have a worry in the world. They were about five years younger than us – still in college – and beautiful as ever with their perfectly applied makeup and manicured nails.

      There’d been a time I was like that, but with all the hours I worked at the clinic, it was hard to find the time to let go. The second I took over my father’s practice, he’d stressed how important it was to keep a good reputation. Which meant no wild and crazy nights at the clubs, even if I was still single. Most of the guys I dated were in the medical field and had as much personality as a wet mop. My ex, Daniel, was a lawyer and somewhat normal, until of course I found out what a whoremonger he was. The man hid his philandering well. Guess that was why he made such a successful lawyer.

      Olivia waved at me and rushed over, flinging her arms around my neck. Her dark hair hung down her back, all silky and smooth, while her blue eyes twinkled in the light. There was so much excitement on her face, I couldn’t help but smile. It filled me with happiness to know my brother found someone who loved him as much as she did. You’re here. We’re going to have so much fun.

      I’m counting on it, I said, trying my best to share her enthusiasm.

      She let me go and nodded toward the hotel bar. Oh, I plan on making sure you do. Cameron said it’s been forever since you’ve been out on the town. Just because you’re a doctor now, doesn’t mean it has to control your life.

      I snorted. Tell that to your future father-in-law. As far as taking time off, my father didn’t mind stepping in at the practice to lend a helping hand. Even my mother would work the phones if we needed her to. She was so busy helping with the wedding, I’d barely spoken to her in days.

      Winking, Olivia looped her arm with mine and we started toward the bar. Harper walked along beside us, while Sophia and Allie already had their drinks. I will, Olivia stated adamantly. The same goes for Cameron too. I’m glad he’s out fishing with the guys. Seems like forever since he’s done anything like that.

      True, I agreed.

      She patted my arm and let me go. All right, you two, she said, glancing back and forth from me to Harper. Make sure to order whatever you want. Opening her purse, she pulled out four room keys and handed two to me and the other two to Harper. These are your room keys. I got everyone their own . . . you know, just in case. She winked again and walked off to join the others at the bar.

      Shaking my head, I slipped the keys into my purse. What the hell was she thinking? I wasn’t about to bring random men to my room.

      Harper nudged me in the side. Come on, let’s get a drink.

      Does she really think we’re going to hook up with random men this weekend?

      We took a seat at the bar and she looked around, her eyes focusing on various guys throughout the room. She smiled and a snicker escaped her lips. Don’t know about you, but I’m seeing a smorgasbord of hot, delectable men. Several of which seem to be missing a ring on a certain finger.

      The bartender came over and we ordered. My tequila sunrise was heavy on the liquor, but it tasted good. It was exactly what I needed. Cameron wanted me to tell you hello for him. He said we need to do dinner.

      Sounds good to me. Her attention was on a man across the room, but then, she turned to me and took a sip of her bloody Mary. We were the dynamic trio growing up. It’s funny how things change.

      Another large gulp of my drink and I could already feel it warming my insides. Tell me about it. I used to think you two would get married.

      She coughed, her face turning red as she waved her hands in the air. I love Cameron to death, but I think you know he’s not my type. I like my men more . . . rugged.

      It was true. Cameron had a pretty-boy vibe with an athletic build; he always kept his face nicely shaven and his clothes neat and pristine. It was the way we were raised. To always look presentable.

      I snorted. Yes, I know. My dad would’ve killed me if I came home with the men you’ve dated.

      She took another sip of her drink and moaned as it went down her throat. Oh, mine wanted to, but there was nothing he could do about it. She swiveled my chair around and whispered in my ear. Sometimes you have to break the rules. You have to live your life on your own terms, not for those around you.

      Girls, Olivia called out.

      I glanced back to find Sophia and Allie standing behind her, both ready to go, by the impatient looks on their faces.

      Olivia walked up to us, grinning mischievously. You guys up for a little action tonight?

      I had a feeling what that action was going to be. I couldn’t even pretend to be excited. You’re talking about the club, aren’t you?

      She snickered. Not just any club. Everyone who’s anyone will be there. Her eyes twinkled. Besides, my cousin will be there, and we all know he has a thing for you.

      Rhett Taylor. How could I forget him? I hadn’t seen him since Daniel and I broke up. He was in his mid-thirties, very handsome too, and the owner of the elusive club, Tryst. I’d never been club material, especially one that only let in elite members of society.

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