Fighting to Stay

By: Kasey Millstead


To Jovi

You taught me the hard way that life is too short.

Five and a half years with you wasn’t long enough; but for a parent, forever isn’t long enough. I love you with my whole heart. I miss you even more. xx

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”

Ray Bradbury

Other titles by Kasey Millstead

Steele Investigations



Down Under Cowboy Series

Cowboy Town (Eden & Jackson)

Sky Cowboy (Ava & Jeremy)

Stand Alone Novels

Fighting to Stay


Cowboy Christmas (A Henley Christmas Novella)

Cowboy Dreams (Jules & Clay)

Cowboy Endings (Edie & Jackson, Ava & Jeremy, Jules & Clay)



Troy – God blessed the broken road that led me straight to you...

To my four beautiful babies – I love you beyond measure.

To Mel and Wurry, I think “I II III IV III II” says it all. Mwah.

Thanks to Meri for listening to me rant and rave and for letting me bounce ideas of you.

Thanks to my mum and dad, the best parents, ever. And an extra special thanks to my mum who implanted a deep love of reading in me at a young age by reading The Adventures of Blinky Bill & Nutsy to me every night when I was a little girl.

“If you don't have time to read, you don't have the time (or the tools) to write. Simple as that.”

Stephen King

Thank you to Emily, again, you’ve gone above and beyond for me. Never underestimate the depth of my appreciation for you and everything you do for me. I’ll never be able to thank you enough!

Kylie at Give Me Books blog – You. Are. Amazing! You’ve become a great friend and I can’t wait to work with you more. Your dedication, hard work, professionalism and honesty is an inspiration. You are one of the most devoted and enthusiastic bloggers I’ve ever met and I’m so glad I found you.

Lisa Watmough at Rock Wat Designs – you are unbelievably talented and creative. Thanks for keeping me stocked with unique swag.

Thank you to the super talented Ari at Cover It! Designs for creating such a beautiful cover.

Suzanne Donaldson – my beautiful friend. One day we will meet in person! Thank you for your help with all things Southern in this novel! I’m so blessed to have you in my life.

To each and every blogger that participates in my cover reveals, blog tours and book blitzes – THANK YOU!!! I wish I could list you all individually, but that would be a novel on its own! Thank you for everything you do. Your hard work never goes unnoticed and it’s appreciated from the bottom of my heart.

To the girls in WFD and 101 – Wow! You ladies are such knowledgeable, friendly, helpful people. I’ve learnt so much since I found y’all, and I’m so very grateful. <3

Lastly, thank you to each and every one of you that reads this book. You are making my dreams come true. – Kasey Millstead

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Chapter 1

I stand behind the half closed door. I don’t want them to know I’m there. I just want to listen. Really listen. I want to hear what he’s like with her. This is it. After four long years, he’s back and I’m still as broken as the day he broke me.

“Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess,” he starts.

“That’s mommy,” she points out, referring to me.

“She moved to a small town one day, and there she met a handsome prince.”

“That’s you,” she says excitedly. I hear him chuckle.

“The prince was tall with dark hair and a short beard. He rode a big motorcycle and wore a leather jacket. The princess loved the prince’s blue eyes; they twinkled when he was happy. The princess fell in love with the handsome prince. She loved him so much that she had a baby. The most beautiful baby the world has ever seen-,”

“That’s me!” She claps, interrupting him.

I hear him chuckle again, before he continues. “The princess looked down at her baby and named her Lola. She looked just like her daddy, with her dark hair and bright blue eyes. The prince and the princess were so happy with their new baby. They couldn’t wait to take her home so she could meet her older brother. The prince had a son, whose name was Jasper. Jasper looked just like his dad as well, except he had blonde hair. He lived in another town, but he visited often.”

I hold my breath as he nears the end of the bedtime story I know by heart - I’ve read it to her every night for the past four years; every night since the night we left him. But that’s not the only reason I know it so well, I know it because I wrote it. The words are our story.

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