Protected: Rumors – book 1, chapter 1

This content is password protected. To view it please enter your password below:

2017 in review

So many amazing things happened in 2017 for me, and I hope for you too. Here are my highlights from 2017…


I had the opportunity to attend some great events this year. Four main events stand out for me: Roanoke Author Invasion, Once Upon a Book, Penned Con and Great Lakes Book Bash.

I’ll be attending Penned Con (September) again in 2018 and possibly Once Upon a Book (August).

New Releases

I was able to release THREE novels this year as well as FIVE novellas. WOW! I hadn’t really counted the number of books I’d released until now and seeing as how I released eight books in 2017, my goal for 2018 doesn’t seem as hard to achieve now.

Here’s a list of books I released this year in case you missed one.

Chasing Fate

Sticks & Stones

Losing Chelsea (book 2 in the Love & Loss duet)

Dear Maggie, Love Advice Series 

Dear Maggie Love Advice Novellas (4 books)

As of this morning, the Love Advice series is now available to purchase as ONE e-book – all five parts. The price is still set to $2.99 and will remain that way until 1/29/18. After that, it will go up to $4.99. Snag it now and save a couple bucks!

Dear Maggie was reviewed by InD’Tale Magazine in December and received the coveted Crowned Heart along with a great review.



There are so many amazing readers that I had the opportunity to meet this year and even more I had the chance to catch up with at events. Meeting readers, whether they’ve read my books before or not, is my favorite part of this gig. It makes the hours spent in my office, plotting and planning, worth every second.

There is ONE reader in particular that I have been friends with for years that I FINALLY had the opportunity to meet this year and that person is Kandy G. She lives in the same state as I do and yet we hadn’t been able to connect until GLBB this year.


WOW! To say that I’ve been blown away by other authors this year is an understatement. The kindness within the Indie community is mind-blowing. From authors participating in my release events to those that share posts for sales and cover reveals, each author I’ve connected with this year has supported me and I’ll never be able to thank each one of them enough.

One author group, in particular, comes to mind when I think of thanking author – Alessandra Torre Inkers. Everyone in this group is helpful and supportive and I’m so happy I’m a part of it.

One of the highlights of this year in regards to fellow authors… I had the privilege of meeting both Jamie McGuire and Rachel Van Dyken at Penned Con. If you know me at all, you know I’m a HUGE fan of both these ladies. Here’s a pic of Rachel and I. (I’m the awkward looking one on the right.)



Personal Life

This past year I celebrated 12 years together with my husband and one year of being married. The honeymoon phase has long been over for us but we are still finding new ways to enjoy each other’s company. Speaking of honeymoons… we’re in the midst of planning ours. We put it off after the wedding and with eight books scheduled to release in 2018, we’re thinking January of 2019, possibly Hawaii! I’m stoked and he’s pretty much letting me make most of the decisions… for now.


That’s my year in review. I’ll make a separate post for what 2018 holds because there’s a lot about to happen and the new year is only 3 days away! If you’ve read this far, I’d love to hear the highlights of your year. Comment below if you’re willing to share.

Kindle Unlimited

Kindle Unlimited… a subscription that allows you to access millions of ebooks for a low price every month. Check out up to 10 books at once, return them when you’re done and check out more. With so many books to choose from, a subscription like this allows you to discover new authors and books without the fear of wasting your hard-earned money.

Do you subscribe? I do and I read A LOT!

For anyone who reads as little as two or three books a month, you get your money’s worth. For those of us who can read a book in one sitting, as long as we’re not interrupted every five seconds, the subscription is worth its weight in gold. For that very reason, I have almost ALL my titles enrolled in Kindle Unlimited.

Want something new to read? Check out any of the titles below. Click the cover and it’ll take you directly to the Amazon page.

Next Rachael BrownedSticks & Stones Rachael BrownellSecrets & Lies Rachael BrownellChasing Fate Rachael Brownell

The Crowned Heart!

was having a rough day today. Nothing seemed to be going right and if something could go wrong, it did. Then things took an amazing turn for the better.

Back in August, just after releasing Dear Maggie, I submitted a request with InD’Tale Magazine for an editorial review. Knowing these things take time, as many authors submit each month, I went about life and completely forgot about it.

Until today.

When my bestie sent me a text that turned my frown upside down.

After months of waiting and wondering, the December edition of InD’Tale Magazine was released and inside was their review of Dear Maggie. A GLOWING review at that!

4.5 stars AND the coveted Crowned Heart

If you’d like to check out this month’s issue or subscribe, pop over to their website. It’s one of two literary magazines that I truly enjoy reading.


Want to read the review? Click HERE.

Want to snag your copy of Dear Maggie? It’s exclusive to Amazon and FREE for Kindle Unlimited subscribers.




🎄🎁 🎄 Holiday FREEBIES! 🎄🎁 🎄

Happy Holidays!

With the year about to wrap you and a new year upon us, there’s so much I’m excited to share with all of you. This month is a busy month for most, myself included. Between writing, working, SHOPPING and spending time with family, I’m exhausted from the fast pace that’s set for me this month.

As things begin to settle down, the new year will be here and there are SO many wonderful and exciting things happening in 2018. Here’s a rundown of what’s in store for the coming months…

Sticks & Stones Rachael Brownell




Holding On is FREE!

Sticks & Stones will be FREE December 22-26 (my Christmas present to those that haven’t had a chance to pick it up)

Jumping Puddles will be on sale for $0.99 January 1-7.

Dear Maggie will be on sale for $0.99 January 22-28.

I have other sales scheduled for February and March in anticipation of the release of Rumors so make sure you subscribe to my newsletter so you don’t miss out on them. Click HERE if you haven’t subscribed yet.

New books coming in 2018…

If you haven’t already heard, I’m a woman on a mission next year. I’ll be releasing 8 books in 8 months! Six of those books are part of the Rumors series, the other two are part of a duet. You can click HERE for more info on both.

Rumors 1 pre-order & GoodReads links.

Imperfect Love Story pre-order and GoodReads links.

As the dates for each release draw closer, Amazon links will be updated. I will be doing a short pre-order window for both (max of a week).


I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season. Travel safely and enjoy every moment with your loved ones. If you have a reader in the family, ALL my books are available in the shop and I will sign them to whomever you like.


Merry Christmas from my family to yours,


Rumors, Episode #1

Coming soon from Award-Winning Romance Author Rachael Brownell… The Rumors Series!

Six stand-alone novels, all releasing within six months.


So when does book 1 release? Not until March 22, 2018, but here’s a preview of book 1, Ryder and Emerson’s story, as well as what you can expect from the rest of the series…

The series follows a group of men and women that work together at an advertising agency. There are eight main characters. I’m going to break it down for you a little.

Ryder, Hunter and Tyler Dixon… the Dixon Brothers. Each is the CEO of their respective department. Each has their own personal assistant: Emerson (Ryder), Allison (Hunter), and Justine (Tyler). The other two main characters you’ll meet are Angela, Tyler’s girlfriend and Emerson’s best friend, and Megan, Ryder’s wife and Allison’s best friend.

Each book will be a stand-alone novel, however, if you want the full experience and want to see how each relationship progresses (because there are 12 – 20 relationships that will be covered in six books) I recommend reading the series in order. Also, the end of each book will set up the next book, the next relationship, the next rumor…

For more on the series, click HERE to be taken to the series landing page.


Now, as far as book one goes, here’s your sneak peak. I start off giving you Ryder and Emerson’s story.


Out of the corner of my eye, I notice the elevator doors slide open and Helen stands to greet the visitor.

It’s him.

It has to be.

He towers over Helen as he pulls her in for a hug. If Hunter is tall, Ryder is a giant.

Turning toward me, our eyes meet and I confirm that he’s a Dixon brother. Those eyes, light sandy brown in color. His hair is lighter, dark brown instead of black, gelled back in place, and looks long enough to run your fingers, maybe even grip onto, but cut above his ears cleanly.

Standing, I take in the full view.

His suit jacket is neatly folded over his arm, leaving him in only a white, button-down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled almost to his elbows. The shirt is either too small or he’s that defined because I can see the outline of his chest through the fabric as it stretches in an attempt to accommodate him.

I wondered if he would be a mix of his older brothers and now I don’t have to guess. He’s a happy medium, only sexier. Dangerously sexy. One look at him and my pulse is racing, my palms beginning to sweat. No wonder Ian didn’t want me working for him.


Shit. I’m ogling my boss, noticeably, and I have a boyfriend. It’s not like I’m going to act on the sexual desires that are building as he walks closer to me, a sly grin on his face, causing a small dimple to appear on his left cheek.


Can’t act on those needs.

That would be wrong.

For so many reasons.


Want to add Rumors, episode 1 to your TBR list on Goodreads? ☞

Would you like an email when each episode goes live? ☞

Pre-order Rumors, episode 1 on iBooks for $0.99 ☞


#comingsoon #preview #series #romance #blog #preorder #99c

Straight Shooter

If you’ve read any of my books you know how much I LOVE my supporting characters, especially the best friend.  I put a lot into those characters. I pull from a variety of people I know and love. My personal bestie is always well represented in each character. I mean, she’s the greatest so why wouldn’t I include her in the characters I love so much?

Well, my #nano project this year is no exception. Here’s a little bit from Chloe’s snarky but smart and supportive bestie, Addison.

“You know I hate the unexpected, Addy.”
“I know, but you’re just going to have to roll with the punches this time. Love can’t be scripted. It’s always the unknown variable. Things might turn out great, they might turn out shitty. You can’t control what happens or how he reacts. All you can do is hope for the best and prepare for the worst.”
Nodding, I down my entire glass of wine and head inside to grab another bottle from the cellar. If I can’t control what happens tomorrow, I’m going to at least control what happens tonight. Tonight I drink and force myself to forget about what lies ahead.

(c) copyright 2017, Rachael Brownell, Author. All rights reserved.


Book: “ILS” (title reveal spring 2018)

Release date: June 21, 2018


This year’s #NaNoWriMo project is underway. It’s day 5 and I’m still on target to hit 70K. Yes, I know #NaNo is about hitting 50k in 30 days. I need to finish this project. It’s been speaking to me for months.

ILS is an abbreviation for the title. A title that I’m not sure is going to stick yet so I refuse to announce it. Once the book is finished, I’ll have a better idea if I’m in love with the title or if I plan to scrap it for something else.

Before I get started writing today, I wanted to share with you a little excerpt I wrote yesterday. As my story is beginning to unfold, I’m falling further and further in love with my characters. All of them, not just the main two. I think my favorite so far is a supporting character named Becky. Mom to Wyatt (the male lead), she’s reminds me of my own mom. She’ll call you out in front of your friends, not because she wants to embarrass you, but because she needs to get her point across.

Meet Becky…

“Enough about me,” Wyatt finally says, standing from the table. “Why don’t we get some food and show Chloe the spot we found the other day. If there’s time, we could catch the matinee at the theater.”
“Hell yes!” Jones hollers in delight.
“Watch your mouth, young man,” Wyatt’s mother says as she drops two baskets of fried goodies on the table.
Becky’s an amazing mom from what I can tell. She doesn’t take shit from either of her children, or apparently her nephew.
“Sorry Aunt Becky,” Jones quickly apologizes as he shoves fries in his mouth, causing his words to be muffled.
“Where are you three headed to this afternoon?” she inquires, taking the empty chair next to me and reaching for a fried pickle.
“The guys want to show me some place they found I guess.” Shrugging my shoulders, I reach for the basket of fries but Wyatt pulls it away, grinning in triumph, until his mom’s words catch him off guard.
“The kissing hole?” she asks, her question directed at Wyatt.
“They don’t really call it that, mom.”
“My ass they don’t. It’s been called that since I was a kid. Who do you think they named it after?”
“Ewe!” both guys say in unison while Becky and I laugh at the look of disgust on their faces.
“Keep it PG-13, boys. And Chloe, don’t let them talk you into any funny business. I know they’re cute but they’re not that cute.”

*the above excerpt is an unedited passage from a to-be-titled book and the intellectual property of the author, Rachael Brownell.

Losing Chelsea

After I released Saving Bliss, I had a few reader requests for more. More of Bliss and Owen, but specifically, people wanted to hear more about Jay. They wanted his story. They wanted to learn more about Chelsea. Their story and Owen’s relationship with Jay was a bit of a mystery to readers.

So I wrote what people asked for, but it might not be exactly what you expect it to be.

You get a taste of the life Chelsea and Jay had. You experience her death through his eyes. Most importantly, you learn why Jay is the way he is and why his relationship with Owen was strained. Oh! And then there’s Skylar… you’re going to like her. She’s a firecracker and knocks Jay on his ass.

Jay’s story is releasing in two weeks and I couldn’t be more excited for it to be in your hands.

To celebrate, Saving Bliss will be on sale for #99cents next week. If you haven’t had a chance to start the duet, pick up your copy between 5/28 & 6/4 for less than a dollar. It will be available on BN, iBooks, Kobo and Amazon.

Here’s a little excerpt from Losing Chelsea to enjoy before release…

“I’ll have a Jack and coke,” I say.
Even knowing everyone involved in Bliss’ disappearance is either dead or in jail, I don’t trust this place. A distant cousin from another mother could be involved somehow. Someone could still be keeping their eyes open for Bliss, silently seeking revenge. 
It’s been two years, but it could still happen.
If they own this place, it’s so far under the radar that Adam couldn’t find it.
“I guess I’ll have one, too,” Owen says after I give him the nod of approval.
“For you, miss?” a sweet, sultry voice asks, catching my attention.
Turning my head in the direction of the sound, I find a beautiful brunette standing ready to take our orders, a pen poised on her pad of paper. Her shirt’s too tight. Her shorts are too short. What really catches my attention is the tiny bit of space between the two, showing her tanned skin and the top of a tattoo.
Wanting to reach out and touch it, I have to stop myself. 
I never reacted this way to a woman before. 
Never felt the need to touch someone as much as I do her right now.
When she walks away, I watch her every move. Her hips sway just enough I want to wrap my hands around them and lead her around the dance floor.
“See something you like?” Owen asks after a few minutes.
There’s a smart-ass comment on the tip of my tongue, but when I turn to say it, I see the look on Owen and Bliss’ faces. They’re smiling at me. Grinning actually, deviously.

Preorder for $0.99
Amazon ●  BN/iBooks/Kobo

Chasing Fate

Chapter One

“What do you mean, you quit your job?” Amber screams, bursting through my front door.

“Exactly what I told you on the phone,” I reply, not bothering to look up at her. I need to finish packing these boxes. The movers will be here in the morning.

“I don’t understand,” she says, her feet in my line of sight now and getting closer. “Jessa, you love your job. Why would you quit?”

“You’re right, I did love my job, but it’s also my whole life. I’ve done nothing except work since I graduated. I had big plans, remember? I was going to travel the world, do a bunch of fun things before I settled down. None of that happened. Not. One. Thing.” Plopping down on the floor, I lean back against the wall, looking up at Amber. I hope she understands this. I need her to understand why I’m doing this. “Look at your life. You have a husband, three kids, two dogs, and a house. The whole shebang. I want all of that someday, I do, but more than anything else right now, I want to live. I need to. Part of that is living for me.”

“So, what? You’re going on an extended vacation? You didn’t need to quit your job to do that. You could have asked for time off, Jessa. Can you call your boss, explain this to him? Maybe he’ll let you have your job back.”

Nope. She’s not getting it.

“I don’t want my job back. I’m almost done packing up my apartment. I sold off most of the big stuff that I won’t need. The rest of this,” I say, motioning around me, “is going to Mom and Dad’s basement until I need it again.”

“And where are you going to live then?”

“It doesn’t matter where; it’s how. I’m going to live free. That’s the point. I cashed in the vacation time I never used, cleared out my savings account. I figure I have at least a year’s worth of traveling ahead of me and enough money to travel for longer than that.”

That’s a bit of a lie. I might have enough for the next year if I don’t go crazy.

“So, you’re leaving. When?”

It’s hard to miss the disappointment in her voice. Amber’s been my best friend since college. When I decided to pledge a sorority, I ended up in her house with her as my “big sister”. She took good care of me, we had a lot in common, and, despite our two-year age difference, got along great. When she graduated, I panicked and quit the sorority. Things weren’t the same without her around. After I graduated, I was lucky enough to find a job close to her and her new husband. She was six months pregnant with their first, a boy named Jefferson, and it was nice to be able to be here for her when she needed me most.

“I’m staying through the holidays. My plane leaves for New York the Monday after Christmas.”

“When are you coming back?”

From New York? I’m only staying for a week at most, but I don’t want to tell her that. She’ll want my entire itinerary if I tell her that.

“I should be back a little after my birthday.”

“What? That’s four months, Jessa. What are you going to do in New York for four months?”

We are going to talk in circles until I give her the details she’s looking for. It’s always been this way. She can tell when I’m lying or withholding information from her. She claims it’s a gift. I disagree with that statement wholeheartedly.

“Listen, I’ll make sure to keep you updated. You know I’m going to call you every few days. Why can’t you support my wanting to do this? It’s not like this hasn’t been planned for years. I just never made the time to make it all happen until now.”

“What are you talking about? I don’t remember you mentioning traveling before.”

I swear she would forget her own name if her husband was any less needy. Any given day, he asks for more shit than I do from my parents in a year. Then, there are the kids who are constantly calling for their mother. I don’t know how she handles that with such grace, but this is upsetting her.

Digging into my front pocket, I pull out a folded-up piece of paper and hand it to her. Amber looks at me suspiciously as she unfolds it. When she finally directs her attention to the paper, I let out a breath. She’s making me nervous. I don’t like it that she can see the truth, even when I do a great job of hiding it.

“You still have this?” she asks, giggling as she reads. “I completely forgot about this. I think I threw mine away back in college. This is what you’re doing?”

“Yep. I plan to check each and every item off that list. Maybe I’ll even add a few more things to it.”

My bucket list. The ten things I wanted to do most before I died. We both wrote one back in college as part of a sorority bonding thing. There are a few things on that list that don’t interest me anymore, but I’m going to do them anyway. There’s a reason I put them on there to begin with even if I don’t remember why.

“This won’t take you four months, Jessa. Six weeks tops. And you can’t do it all alone.” Pausing, Amber looks up, making eye contact. Wiggling her eye brows at me she continues. “Maybe that hunk next door could go with you.”

“Stop it, Amber. We have a different kind of relationship. You know it’s not like that between us. We don’t even go out to eat together.”

“Maybe it should be. You only live once, right? Why not make every moment worth it? And from what you’ve told me, he’s worth a few extra moments.”

“Why thank you,” a deep voice says.

My front door is wide open. Jackson is leaning against the frame, his body consuming more space than an average human being. His forehead is glistening with sweat, and he has a dark line that runs from his neck to his torso where the sweat has soaked through his shirt. Not that his shirt covers much anyway. He’s ripped the sleeves off.

Shit! I’m staring.

“Hey, Jackson. Amber was just leaving,” I say, pushing myself off the floor.

“No, no I wasn’t. I was just telling Jessa that she needs to ask you to go on vacation with her. She shouldn’t be traveling alone.”

Before I think to grab her arm or my list back, Amber’s standing in front of Jackson. Handing him my list, Jackson reads it over, grinning the entire time. Either he likes some of my ideas, or he’s laughing at me. It doesn’t matter. Nothing is going to stop me from doing this. Things are already in motion.

“Are you really going to do all these things?” Jackson finally asks.

“I am. I leave next week,” I reply confidently.

“And you want company?” There’s a shit-eating grin plastered across his face. He thinks he’s hot shit. Well, he is, but I’ll never tell him that.

“Of course, she does,” Amber replies before I have a chance to. “Just think about it. You two would have a lot of fun traveling the world together.”

“Amber,” I growl. “Quit trying to make Jackson feel like he needs to go with me. I can take care of myself. I don’t need a chaperone.”

“What if I want to go with you?” he asks, his voice less certain that I expect. His shit-eating grin has softened into a smile.

Amber’s head whips in Jackson’s direction before he even finishes speaking. I’m only a millisecond behind her. What did he just say? Does he want to come with me?

“I can’t ask you to do that. I plan on being gone for a while, and you have a business to run. Some people,” I emphasize, looking at Amber even though she’s avoiding eye contact with me, “have jobs and responsibilities. They can’t up and leave on short notice.”

“The gym runs itself. I don’t have to be there every day. That’s what I have managers for. What about your job?” Jackson asks.

“I quit yesterday.”

Nodding like he understands completely, Jackson pushes off the doorframe and steps inside. Quickly gathering her things, Amber scoots past him and waves, closing the door behind her. I’m going to kill her for this later.

“Want to tell me what’s going on, Jessa?”

“Nothing’s going on,” I lie. We may be intimate from time to time, but we don’t share things with each other. Not personal things anyway.

“Well, even though I know you’re lying to me, I’d still like to come with you. If that’s okay.” Looking over his shoulder at the closed door behind him, I see him planning his escape if he doesn’t like my answer.

Guess what? You wanna come with me? Fine. The company would be nice, anyway. Plus, I’ve heard Paris is romantic. If I’m going to make this trip the best it can be, having Jackson on top of me would be an amazing perk.

“Sure. We leave for New York Monday morning. I’ll text you the flight number.”

“I wasn’t expecting it to be that easy,” he says, taking a step in my direction. “I thought I would need to convince you how much fun we could have together if you let me come.”

He’s got that look on his face, the one I normally love. All I can think about right now is how my bed isn’t put together anymore and I have no idea which box I packed the condoms in.

“What’s going on in that big, beautiful brain of yours, Jessa? I can see you’re thinking hard about something right now. Or, are you thinking about something hard?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows at me.

Laughing, I step toward him and swat him in his chest. I know we’re headed to my bedroom and there’s nothing I can do to stop it, but why would I? I may not be in love with Jackson, but I do love the way he makes me feel. That’s why our arrangement works out as well as it does. Neither of us is attached to each other. It’s all about the sex. It always has been. Two years strong. Now, it looks like our arrangement is taking a road trip. Let the fun begin.


My parents are not happy with my decision. It’s all they wanted to talk about over the holiday weekend. After the first few hours I was there, I avoided them like the plague. It didn’t work out well since half of our family decided not to come into town with an impending snow storm. That also meant we weren’t leaving the house. Once the storm passed, I took a walk down our snow-covered street just to get away from them.

I love my parents dearly, but they like to talk themselves in circles. Over and over again, I explained my plan to them, and they still didn’t understand why I wanted to leave. I left the part about Jackson accompanying me out of it. They’ve never heard me mention him before, and if I were to do it now, there would have been even more questions and concerns. I can hear them now.

When can we meet him? Why haven’t you mentioned him before? What do you mean he’s not your boyfriend? Who is he, then? I can’t believe you’re sleeping with him and you’re not even dating him. We raised you better than that, Jessa Marie. Are you pregnant? Is that what this is about? If you’re pregnant, you can tell us. We love you, you know that, right?

The walk really helped me clear my head. I’ve always loved the smell of winter, especially after a snow storm. It’s such a fresh smell, like the air is cleaner. I walked around the block twice before I got tired of trudging through the snow and headed back. I grew up in this neighborhood. My parents bought the house when I was only two years old. A lot of good memories happened on this street, in this neighborhood. Some of my friend’s parents still live around here. I wonder if anyone is home for the holidays. If I had more time, I would visit some of them.

My watch tells me that I have fifteen hours before my flight leaves for New York. That means I need to pack up my things and drive to Jackson’s. He’s arranged for a taxi to pick us up in the morning and take us to the airport.

All packed up, I’m ready to say goodbye to my parents, but knowing I’m not going to see them again for a few months makes me miss them the moment I turn off our street. They are some of the best people I know. Generous and caring, they’ll do just about anything for anyone, no questions asked. They’ve always been like that.

Jackson is waiting for me at the rental car center when I pull up. Since I sold my car last week, I had to find a way home for the weekend. Jackson offered to drive me. He also offered to let me borrow his car. Both of those options led to huge red flags waving. I politely declined and then asked if he would pick me up tonight. Thankfully, he agreed.

“How was your Christmas?” he asks, turning the heater on full blast.

“It was good. How was yours?”

“Eventful,” he says, looking over his shoulder as he changes lanes. My apartment, err his apartment, is only a few blocks away.

“What does that mean? Did something exciting happen?” I ask, looking to talk about anything other than my boring weekend.

“You could say that.”

“Um, care to elaborate?”

“Not really,” he says flatly, staring straight ahead.

“Why the hell not?”

“You said we didn’t do personal, Jessa. Your rule, not mine. Of course, I want to share with you because it’s funny as hell, but you made the rule, remember?”

Damn him. I did make that rule, but now I want to know what happened. I could use a good laugh at the expense of another person. The question is, do I let the rule go so I can hear his story. Why the hell not?

“We can cross that rule off the list. Now, tell me,” I demand.

“Are you sure? You were pretty damn serious about those rules when you made them. Don’t you remember that time I was drunk and tried to kiss you? You almost gave me a black eye.” He’s teasing me, I can tell, but he’s right. I’ve always taken the rules very seriously.


The day I met Jackson was intense. I was trying to get my apartment set up, and I could hear him going at it with some chick through my bedroom wall. At first, I listened, her moans and screams captivating my interest. After about an hour, I turned on music. It didn’t mask the noise, though. My ears were tuned into it, listening to her voice. Before I could stop myself, I started banging on the wall over my bed.

Dead silence. Thinking I had solved the problem, I went back to unpacking my apartment. There was a knock at the door a few minutes later. Thinking it was Amber coming to help, I answered without looking. Not Amber. Not even close.

Wearing only a pair of gym shorts that hung extremely low on his hips, Jackson proceeded to introduce himself. I was dumbfounded. Words would not come. I was staring at him, mouth agape, as he waited for me to tell him my name. It was what happened next that drew me to him.

“Are you enjoying the view? I can always try to go another round if you’re interested.”

Shocked, I snapped out of my trance and prepared to bitch him out. When I looked up, I could see that he was teasing me. If the huge smile on his face hadn’t given it away, the deep laugh that escaped him would have. We were instant friends after that. For about two days.

He brought me dinner one night and told me, flat out he wanted me six different ways. I promised to think about it, knowing full well that I was on board, but I wanted boundaries. That’s when I made the list. I wanted to make sure he knew that it was sex, just crazy-ass sex.

Rule #1 – No kissing on the lips

Rule #2 – No sharing personal crap

Rule #3 – No getting emotionally attached

Rule #4 – No other people in the bed

Rule #5 – The sex has to stop if one of us gets involved with someone else

My bet was it would last six months before he found a girlfriend. Rule number five was going to be the one broken first. I was wrong.


“Please, Jackson,” I say, begging him in a voice I know he can’t, or better yet won’t, deny.

“Fine. Both of my brothers made it home this year. Things can get a little rowdy around the house with all three of us there.” Pulling into the parking lot, Jackson lets his voice trail off as if there’s not more to the story than that.

“And…” I say, prompting him to continue.

“It was an interesting holiday, that’s all.” Opening his door to get out, he successfully ends the conversation. For now anyway. I don’t plan on giving up that easily, especially since I crossed one of the rules off the list for this story.

After dinner, I cuddle up on the couch. Jackson takes the seat at the other end of it. His focus seems to be on the television, but I can tell something else is going on inside his head. It could be work or our impending trip, but if I had to guess, it has something to do with his family. Even if I’m wrong, I want to know the rest of the story from earlier.

“So, two brothers, huh?” I ask, watching his reaction closely.

“Yep, and two sisters, too,” he answers without looking away from the television.

“And where are you in all those kids? Oldest? Youngest? Wait, you do have a little bit of middle-child syndrome.”

His head whips in my direction. “I’m the youngest, thank you very much.”

“How old are your brothers?”

“Devin is a year older than me and Thomas is two years older than him. Why?”

“I figured there was more to your story earlier. Just wondering how everyone stacks up. Do they fight or something?”

“You’re an only child, aren’t you?” How did he know that?

“Yeah…” I reply, stretching the word out a bit more than necessary.

“I should have known. All siblings fight. It’s what we do. We compete for our parent’s attention. We want to show each other up, prove each other wrong. It’s all a game. I don’t play the game well. I keep my mouth shut and let everyone else go head to head while I sit back and watch it all unfold. I hate conflict. My brothers are the worst. They seem to think that they still need to compete in every aspect of their lives. It makes them stronger, more successful, but it’s annoying. There’s no real story from earlier. It was an interesting weekend, that’s all. My brothers were especially caddy and my sisters egged them on.”

Jackson goes back to watching television while I let his words soak in. I never had anyone to compete with. It’s not like I missed having a sibling when I was growing up, but it makes me realize that one of the reasons I joined the sorority in college was because I needed that companionship. I’m glad I did. I wouldn’t have Amber in my life if I hadn’t. If not for her, I would be embarking on this next chapter of my life alone. Having Jackson with me is proving to be far more interesting already.



Cover reveal March 15th! Cover art by Samantha Giddis. Cover design by Marisa Shor of Cover Me, Darling.

Facebook Release Event: March 26th – click HERE to RSVP.

Releasing 3/27/17 EXCLUSIVELY on Amazon. Read it for #free if you subscribe to #KindleUnlimited.

Preorder and snag your copy for only #99cents!

Amazon US Amazon UK ✺ Amazon CA ✺ Amazon AU