Dare You to Love (McCord Family #6) Read Online Amanda Siegrist

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: McCord Family Series by Amanda Siegrist

Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)

He’s looking for a fresh start.
It wasn’t supposed to include her.

He’s done his time, but once a felon, always a felon. Nobody lets him forget that. Dare needs to leave town, get a new start somewhere else where no one knows him and what he’s done. If only it were that simple. Not only is it impossible to find the right time to tell his sister he’s hitting the road, he meets a woman who gets under his skin without even trying. There’s something about her that he can’t resist. And she knows it. So when he’s asked to do something that could send him spiraling back into his old life, he wants to say no. He wants to run in the opposite direction and never stop. If only she’d let him.

Vacation time is meant to relax, not bring the stress and tension bearing down on her. Of course, meeting a man who challenges her in so many ways, well, Julie can’t ignore that. Nor can she combat the desire that attacks her body every time he looks her way. Fighting comes easy to them, and so does the pleasure. It should be just sex, yet it’s turning into more than she bargained for. It would never work between them. She works for the law, and he…is only trying to find a new path, and she respects that. If only it were that easy.



When the world starts going to shit, there’s nothing to do except pull up a lawn chair, grab a beer, and enjoy the show. At least, that was something his dad had said a time or two.

But he wasn’t his dad.

Far from it. Some days, very rare days, he wished he was a bit more like his old man. Carefree. Lackadaisical. Didn’t give a shit about anyone but himself. If he could be more like that, life wouldn’t be so hard.

Leaving wouldn’t be so hard.

It was time for Dare to leave. To hit the road and find… Shit. He had no idea. That was the problem.

“Knock, knock. I brought pie.”

Dare chuckled at his sister’s cheerful voice filtering from the living room. Served him right for not locking the door, something he was terrible at most of the time. More so because he hated the feeling of being confined, and locking the door signified no way out to him. Now he’d have to deal with his sister, and he wasn’t in the mood. Right now, he wasn’t sure what he was feeling, and that made it iffy to be around him. He’d either be cordial and the happy, loving brother he could be. Or the macho asshole who pretended he didn’t care about anything or anyone, Deja included. The part of his dad that lived inside him.

The only credit he’d give his dad was he had always loved his mom. Those two had been inseparable. Which was nice to think about—except they loved each other so much, they forgot about their kids. Or maybe they didn’t know how to share their love. Maybe having kids was something they did and then decided, eh, we shouldn’t have done that.

In the end, it didn’t matter. They were gone. It was his fault, and there was nothing he could do to change that. If he could change things, he would in a heartbeat. He’d rather have a deadbeat mom and dad around than not at all.

Before Deja could invade his bedroom—and see his empty duffle bag sitting on the bed—he met her in the living room. She’d ask questions about why the duffle bag was out, and he wasn’t prepared to answer them. Or how to answer them. He wasn’t even sure why he pulled the thing out of his closet. He had no plan where to go—yet.

She smiled and threw her head in the direction of the kitchen and didn’t wait to see if he would follow. She assumed he would, and of course, he did. The apple pie she set on the counter smelled divine. He wasn’t in the mood for pie, but he wasn’t going to say no to a piece either.

Deja pulled out a knife and sliced right into it, cutting a large piece. Then she grabbed a plate and fork, scooped the piece onto the plate, and handed it to him.


So the pie was either to cheer him up from potential bad news or celebrate the good news. Either way, she was covered. Now he had to fess up which one it was.

He took the pie, forked off a huge piece, and bit into the deliciousness. His sister had come a long way in her baking skills. It helped her husband, Emmett, loved pie—as did his brothers and cousins—so pie was a huge staple in the family. She had to improve her skills quickly if she wanted to impress the McCord men. Not that she was ever about impressing anyone. They either liked her or didn’t; she didn’t care either way. So she said. He was the same way. But deep down inside, he wanted to be liked. He wanted people to see the real him and not turn away, disgusted by what they saw.