Loving Her

By: Jennifer Foor

A Mitchell Family Series Book 9

Told by, Tyler and Miranda Mitchell


Thanks to my kick-ass street team, Foor Players. I love and appreciate you so much! Thanks for everything you do for me and my books

The Big Tittie Committee

Emily Snow

Michelle Valentine

Holly Malgieri (iloveindiebooks.com)

Michelle Leighton for guidance and advice

Thanks to all of my new friends on my FB, Twitter and Goodreads.

Author: Amanda Bennett, Author: Elizabeth Buchanan

I adore you and your magical words

Thank you for spreading the word and all of the support you give.

Thanks to all of my other Independent Author Friends. (you know who you are)

Thank you to my new street team, Foor Players.

Thank you to all the book bloggers out there spreading the word for me and others who write.

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Everyone who has made this series the success that it is. I am forever grateful. Thanks to my family and my faith. With them, all things are possible.

Thank you to everyone who has read and made this series such a success. I am grateful beyond belief.

Chapter 1



It’s what makes life worth living, and memories so valuable. For me, it’s everything. If someone were to take them away from me I’d lose my will to keep going.

I’ve been blessed, even when I didn’t deserve it, with three kids and a beautiful wife. After almost eleven years, I’m still the happiest man on the planet.

With that being said, my life is just as chaotic as it was before Miranda and I got together. Having twin boys and a daughter that thinks she’s a teenager will do that. On most days, like today, we wake up to bickering, or screaming. Whether it be the boys torturing Izzy, or her taping them to the kitchen chairs, something is going to happen.

That’s why we knew something was wrong with Izzy when we woke up to two little boys standing over our bed like stalkers.

I wiped the sleep out of my eyes before being able to focus on what they were doing. They liked to work together to cause mischief. Unaware that something was wrong, I had to assume that’s why they were in our room. “Hey guys. What’s up? Ain’t there some cartoons you want to watch?”

“Izzy won’t get up,” Jax announced from the other side of the bed.

“She got sunburned,” Jake added.

Miranda and I sat up and looked at one another. I started getting up, realizing she was probably still naked under the covers. We’d waited like little criminals until the kids went to bed so that we could have some alone time. It was hard to come by, so we had to look for ways around getting caught.

“I’m sure she’s just teasing you. Come on, let’s go see if we can wake up the hair monster.” They called her that when she first woke in the morning, because her hair was always crazy. She hated it. On most days I think she hated them.

“Tell her to make sure that room is cleaned before she goes outside,” Miranda announced from the bedroom as I walked down the hall to our daughter’s room.

They were right to worry. As I got close to her bed I could see the color change in her skin, not to mention the fact that she was covered in sweat. I knelt down beside her bed and put my hand on hers. She was still.

I shook her. “Iz, wake up, sleepy head.”

She didn’t move.

My heart started pounding out of worry. This wasn’t normal.

I felt her head and she was burning up, almost too hot to touch, so I ripped off her covers, immediately realizing that I needed to get her fever down.

“MIRANDA!” I screamed for her, beginning to freak out about our daughter’s condition.

Miranda met me in the hallway. She immediately saw that something was very wrong. “Call 9-1-1,” she yelled to the boys.

We rushed her into the bathroom, and I sat her down in the tub while Miranda turned on the cold water. As her nightgown started to get wet, we saw her barely open her eyes. “Hurts,” she said in a faint whisper.

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