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Ryder Hard:

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Always in My Heart:

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Love can be blinding and by the time the truth shines through, it’s too late to escape.

All I wanted was to catch a break. For the right person to hear me sing and launch my career into the stratosphere. Then, smooth and debonair Jonathan sauntered into my life. With a glance, he stole the breath from my lungs and awoke feelings within me I never knew existed.

Sexy, rich, and successful; he’s a man that demands control… over every aspect of my life and career. Blinded by desire, I agreed to the tight restraints of his terms.

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When Lauren moves to a new city to accept a position ghostwriting for a popular love advice columnist, there’s only one dilemma: Lauren’s never been in love. To remedy that, she decides to dip her toes into the troubled waters of internet dating.

Her rules are simple: No creeps or psychos and absolutely no falling in love.

I mean, who falls in love with someone they meet online?

Her rules were extremely easy to follow – until him.

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Here’s a little snippet of Lauren’s misadventure in on-line dating…

As far as first dates go, I’m not impressed. 

Location, thumbs down.

Him being late, thumbs down.

Maybe I should just leave.

Gathering my things, I barely hear the bell above the door chime. Just as I’m about to look up, a pair of black dress shoes come into view.

“Lauren?” he asks.

“Yeah,” I reply.

Slowly looking up, taking in his long legs, slacks, and perfectly-pressed dress shirt as I do so, I finally find a set of light brown eyes. He’s watching me closely, studying me. The way he’s looking down at me makes me nervous, so I move to stand, tripping over my bag and falling into him in the process. 

He wasn’t prepared for that. My body slams into him, knocking us both to the floor. It all happens in slow motion. His knees give out, surprised by the force of my body as I lurch forward. His arms flail, looking for something to grab to keep him from falling. There’s nothing in reach and as we’re about to hit the ground, I realize that I’m going to crush him in a very private place so I move my hands to protect him from my chest.

My face lands just above his belt, my hands tucked underneath me, covering his crotch from any permanent damage.

“I’m so sorry,” I say as I go to stand, reaching back for the table to help me off of him.

Mistake number 2.

The table isn’t bolted down.


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I’m so excited for the release of Dating Dilemma tomorrow that I couldn’t help but put a few books on sale to celebrate. If I’m a new-to-you author or if you haven’t read some of my first few titles, now is the time to snag them! Or if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited, you can add any of the above titles to your bookshelf. Here’s a little breakdown of what each book is about…

Always in my Heart

A second chance romance that will bring you to your knees, break your heart, and glue it back together again.

One amazing, heart-stopping, earth-shattering kiss was all it took for Reagan to fall for Luke.

What she thought was a school-girl crush on her best friend’s older brother, turned into something so much more in an instant.

Then he left and broke her heart in the process. For years she tried to move on, but no one compared to Luke. No kiss, no man, even came close.

The heart wants what it wants, and Reagan’s heart is willing to wait for Luke. For as long as it takes.

That is… until her heart is shattered into a million pieces.


Lucky 13

Most people have a fear of the number thirteen. Be it superstition or otherwise, they believe it to be unlucky. For Madison and Grant, a chance encounter, and the number thirteen sets in motion a series of events that forever changes their paths.

Madison Thompson
I’m a military brat. I’ve lived in more cities and on more bases than I can count. Friends? I’ve had plenty over the years. But those have come and gone as often has I have. I’m about to be a senior in high school… my fifth high school in the last four years. This time, it’s going to be different. My father says were here to stay. The question is… for how long?

Grant Fisher
One more year. Then, I can leave this town and move on to bigger and better things. Small town life isn’t for me. I want to travel the world and live in a city big enough that not everyone knows my name. There are plenty of reasons that I want to leave but only one that makes me want to stay.


Take a Gamble

One summer. One chance meeting. One devastating phone call.

MacKenna Trist is not happy about spending a month with her family in Myrtle Beach. She would rather be at home, hanging out with her friends, before starting her senior year of high school. That is, until she meets the guy staying in the beach house next door.

Roe Gamble is speechless when he first lays eyes on Mac. Normally, pretty girls are his specialty but not this girl. From this girl, he wants more. More of everything. More than she can give him. Most importantly, more time to show her how he feels about her.

But time is working against them in more ways than one.

How much time do you really need to fall in love?

What would you gamble to hold onto it?


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I have a Dating Dilemma…

Do you love a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon? A book that will have you on the edge of your seat wondering what could possibly happen next?

If you answered yes to any of those questions, you are going to want to pick up Dating Dilemma on release day. Lauren’s misadventures in dating will have you laughing non-stop. If it could possibly happen on a bad first date… it does.

She even lands face-first in someone’s crotch!

Want to know more about Dating Dilemma? Here’s the low-down…

When Lauren moves to a new city to accept a position ghostwriting for a popular love advice columnist, there’s only one dilemma:

Lauren’s never been in love.

To remedy that, she decides to dip her toes into the troubled waters of internet dating.

Her rules are simple: No creeps or psychos and absolutely no falling in love.

I mean, who falls in love with someone they meet online?

Her rules were extremely easy to follow – until him.

Dating Dilemma will release on November 8th. It will only be available on Amazon which also means that it will be enrolled in Amazon’s Kindle Unlimited program. For ONE DAY ONLY (release day) it will be available for 99 cents.

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Your best life comes from surviving your worst experiences. I’m not sure who told me that, but I brushed it off at the time. Didn’t give it a second thought.

Why would I?

I was happy. Surrounded by the greatest friends and family a girl could ask for. In love. About to marry my high school sweetheart. I had just finished my first year of teaching at my former elementary school. Molding young minds. Encouraging them to be the best version of themselves. 

My life was everything I dreamed it would be. Everything I ever wanted and more.

Until today.

What was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.

And now I can’t seem to catch my breath. Even hours later, I’m on the verge of hyperventilating. The brown paper bag Liam gave me is sitting precariously in my lap as I stare off into space, the moment my life was forever altered on replay.

“Cass, you need to stop thinking about it and try to calm down,” I hear him say. He’s sitting next to me, rubbing his hand up and down my back, yet I barely feel his hand against my exposed skin.

Skin that was sprayed a golden-brown yesterday. 

Picking up the bag, Liam places it in my hand. “Just breathe.”

Doing as he asks, I place the opening of the bag over my mouth, close my eyes, and breathe deeply. Once, twice, three times. It does nothing to calm my racing heart. To stop the heartache in my chest or the tears that continue to stream down my cheeks.

“What can I do? Please tell me,” he pleads. “I’ll do anything I can to help, but you have to tell me what you need.”

Liam’s been there for me since the day I was born. Two months older than me, we grew up together. Our fathers have been friends since college. That automatically meant we were destined to be friends. The kind of friends you consider family. You celebrate holidays together. Take vacations together. 

Your life is their life. 

You would do anything for each other at the drop of a hat.

I’m lucky to have Liam in my life. Especially right now.

Removing the bag from my lips and releasing it, watching as it floats to the hardwoods below, I think about what I want. What I need. “Alcohol.”

One word. That’s all I can bring myself to say. And it’s the one word I never thought would cross my lips.

“That’s not a good idea.” The concern in his voice is sweet, but he said he would do anything, and this is the one thing I need him to do for me.

“You’re right. It’s not a good idea,” I say, turning to face him. His brow is wrinkled, and his eyes are filled with sorrow. “You know what else isn’t a good idea? Cheating on your fiancée on your wedding day with her maid of honor.”

Liam sucks in a deep breath and holds it.

“So,” I continue as he stares at me in shock, “if you don’t mind, I’d like a drink. Something strong. And I want out of this dress.”

Standing, I turn my back to him. Knowing what he needs to do, I patiently wait as he slowly unzips my wedding dress and it falls to the floor. Stepping out of the center of the pile, I kick it with the toe of my bright-white satin heel. It barely moves, the weight of the material no match for my shoe.

Moving to kick it again, Liam wraps his arms around me and holds me tightly against his body.

In only my corset, garter, and matching white boy shorts, I should feel uncomfortable pressed against Liam’s body. I don’t. In fact, I don’t feel anything right now. I’m numb, inside and out. 

“You’re going to survive this. Just like you survive everything else life throws at you. And you don’t have to do it alone. I’m right here.”

My body begins to convulse, his words spurring on the tears.

“I don’t know if I can,” I say between sobs, my body sagging against his. My legs feel like they’re about to give out just as he lifts me off the floor, carrying me into his bedroom.

“You can. You will. Never doubt how strong you are Cassidy,” he states, setting me on the edge of his bed and taking a seat next to me. “Now, about the alcohol.”

“I can handle a few drinks, Liam. I deserve them. I’m not driving. You’re stuck with me at least for the night. It’s not like I can go home.”

I don’t have a home to go home to anymore. 

“Fine, but you at least need to put clothes on. I can’t have you walking around my apartment in nothing but lingerie and heels. You’ll start giving me ideas,” he jokes, nudging my shoulder with his.

“Fat chance of that,” I retort, pushing back against him before standing and twirling. “You don’t want any of this. I’m not your type.”

When I spin back around to face Liam, his eyes are focused on the floor between his feet, his hands clasped together between his legs. Legs that are bouncing up and down.

I’ve pissed him off, and he won’t even look in my direction. He hates it when I talk negatively about myself. Today I don’t give a shit. I’ve earned the right to be self-deprecating if I want to be.

He could at least laugh at my joke. Try to make a girl feel good about herself. Especially one that just left her cheating-ass fiancé at the altar.

Moving across the room, I open his dresser and pull out a t-shirt and shorts, slipping them on over my ‘lingerie’ so he doesn’t have to avoid looking at me the rest of the night. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me in underwear before. Hell, we used to take baths together when were younger. Before I grew boobs, of course.

“I’m going to go to the store unless you want to change your mind,” Liam says from behind me.

“Nope.” I keep my voice strong and steady. 

I hear the front door close behind him as I crawl under the covers and close my eyes. I have about ten minutes to get it all out before he returns. But I don’t want to cry anymore. 

Yes, my heart still aches.

Yes, I’m hurt and angry and confused.

More than anything, I feel like I’ve been slapped across the face. Blindsided. 

This couldn’t have been the first time they fucked each other. It had to have been going on for a while. How did I not see it? Unless I was at work, I was generally with one of them. Between wedding planning and social engagements, Garrett and I were busy. Kendra was right there with us, helping with the little details. Offering to take care of things for me when the end of the school year had me stressed out.

If they had been sneaking around, I would have seen the signs. Right?

Does it even matter now?

Watching her ride him was enough. There’s no doubt in my mind after seeing that. No matter when it started or how long it’s been going on, they can have each other now. I want nothing to do with either of them.

I should have called them out when I caught them. Instead, I ran. Right out the closest set of doors and into Liam’s firm chest. My face must have said it all. One look at me and he swooped me up in his arms and carried me away, leaving his date hollering after us.

My eyes were locked on the church as he drove past. My heart broke a little more when I spotted Liam’s father out front. Probably looking for me. Waiting to walk me down the aisle. 

I’ll have to apologize to him later. To explain why I disappeared. But not yet. I’m not ready. It was hard enough to get the words out when Liam finally asked what happened. At least with him, I didn’t have to sugarcoat things or watch my language.

I found Garrett fucking Kendra.

That was my answer. Plain and simple. And because he knows me better than anyone else, he knew not to push me any further. Not that I could have answered any questions if he had asked them. 

I don’t know what would possess my best friend to fuck my future husband. I don’t know what they were thinking. I’m not sure what I did to deserve their betrayal.


Did Liam forget his key? Why the hell would he beat on the door like that?

“I know you’re in there, Cass. Open up please.”

Oh hell no.

Tossing back the covers and tiptoeing out the bedroom, I check the peephole to find a distraught looking Garrett on the other side of the door, pacing back and forth.

“Cassidy, we need to talk,” he calls, approaching the door and pressing his ear against the wood.

Holding my breath, I wait for him to back away. I don’t have to wait long before he’s pulled away from the door and tossed out of view. 

“What the hell are you doing here, Garrett?” I hear Liam ask, his voice laced with anger.

“What do you think? I’m looking for Cass. She left me at the altar, man.” Garrett brushes his hands down the front of his suit and straightens his shoulders as he speaks. There’s a note of confusion in his voice.

Liam must catch it too.

“And why do you think that is?”

“I have no fucking clue, and I can’t find her. I’m worried sick.”

“Really. No clue, huh?” Liam is challenging him to admit the truth. I’ve seen the two of them go back and forth like this once before. 

It didn’t end well for Garrett then, and I have a feeling it will be worse this time around. Liam was just a high school jock back then. He thought he knew it all, even if he had no clue. Now, after all his training, he knows how to get information out of people. Confessions are his specialty. With or without evidence present.

That’s probably why he’s one of the most sought-after private investigators in the state. He can read a person and tell if they’re lying.

“Look, man, I need to talk to her. Is she here?”

“Of course she is. That doesn’t mean she wants to talk to you, though. Not today, maybe not ever.” Liam steps up to Garrett, close enough for their chests to touch. It’s a warning, and Garrett knows it. Liam’s protecting me. He always has and always will. 

Garrett knows this. It took him months to accept it when we first started dating in high school. He never understood our relationship. How a guy and girl could be friends without there being a romantic element to the relationship. 

Maybe because he can’t just be friends with the opposite sex.

Judging by his recent indiscretions, I’m guessing that’s a big part of it.

“Why are you making it sound like I did something wrong?” Garrett asks, taking a step back and out of view through the peephole.

“You tell me. Done anything lately that you’re not proud of? Anything that might make Cass want to leave you? Anything at all?”

“Of course not,” Garrett quickly answers before Liam’s even finished.

“Then I guess you have nothing to worry about. She’ll call you when she’s ready to talk.” Pushing past Garrett, Liam slides his key in the lock, forcing me to step away from the door.

“Wait,” Garrett says. “Can you at least tell her I’m sorry and that I love her?”

“That depends,” Liam counters as he steps inside the apartment, our eyes meeting briefly before his body shields me from Garrett. “Are you sorry it happened or sorry you were caught?”

Then he slams the door on Garrett’s answer.

Does he even realize I caught him? That I saw them fucking in the dressing room? Is he deluded enough to think that I would leave him for no good reason? 

We were happy and in love this morning. I kissed him goodbye before heading to the church to meet with my bridal party. It was our day. What was supposed to be the best day of my life. The beginning of our forever.

And now . . .

Now I’m wearing Liam’s clothes, hiding from the one man I thought was the future. I can’t go home because I have no home. Garrett will be there, waiting for me. It’s his house. The one he bought before I moved back home. The one he convinced me to move into with him after he remodeled the kitchen specifically so I would have my dream kitchen.

It was supposed to be the house we raised our children in. The house that we spent the rest of our lives in. It was the beginning of so many things and now I only view it as the end of everything.

It doesn’t matter what he’s sorry for, or that he’s sorry at all. I’m not willing to forgive him. I don’t want to. Not now and maybe not ever. 

Liam places his hands on my shoulders. “Are you okay?” 


“You don’t look okay. You look like shit, Cass.” There’s a smile on his face as he says it. Normally, I’d swat him in the abs, he’d pretend I hurt him, and we’d have a good laugh.

I’m not in the mood today.

“Next time you find the love of your life cheating on you, I’ll make sure to tell you how shitty you look,” I snip at him, immediately feeling guilty.

He’s done nothing but support me. Take care of me. Hold me while I cried. He rescued me from the church, brought me here, and now he’s trying to protect me from getting hurt any further.

I should at least be nice to him.

“No one would ever cheat on me. I’m a master between the sheets.”

And just like that, he’s brushed off my bitchy comment and tried to make me smile once again. Damn him for being such an amazing person. I’m the luckiest girl alive. I couldn’t ask for a better friend in life, especially right now.

I look around him for the bag I saw him carrying in the hall. “Alcohol?” 

“Yes, I brought you alcohol, but before I give you any, I want to make sure you really want to drink it. Not just because you’re sad and depressed. Not because you’re angry. Yes, it will help you forget for a minute, but it will not erase what happened. It’s a temporary fix, and you know it.”

“Thanks, Dad. I’ll take my drink now.” My irritation doesn’t seem to faze him. Letting out a sigh when he doesn’t reply, I try a different approach. “Look, I know it sounds irrational. I know I never drink, and for good reason. It’s not like I’ve never drank before. It was a vow I made years ago and one I’d like to break, if only for the night. I can handle it, promise. Plus, it’s not like I’m going anywhere. I won’t be driving, and no one will be here but you. I trust you, Liam, and I trust that you won’t let me lose control.”

Trust is not something I give easily. I make people earn it. For good reason. Sadly, some people don’t think much about trust and toss it in the trash when presented with something sinful. 

“I know. I just wanted to make sure you knew what you were doing. I know your head’s not screwed on right at the moment. It’s a mess up there. I can see it in your eyes. I’d hate for you to pile on anything else.”

Liam releases my shoulders, then disappears into the kitchen. I hear the sound of glasses clinking seconds later.

He has a point. 

All drinking is going to do is shove me further down the rabbit hole. Unfortunately, I’d rather think about the reason I don’t drink, while I’m drunk, than the reason I decided to drink today.

“What is it?” I sniff the drink but get nothing more than the scent of soda and fizz up my nose.

“My favorite. Spiced rum and coke.”

Raising his glass, Liam waits for me to follow suit before reciting the same words he did the last time I drank.

“To your mom and dad. May they rest in peace.”

A single tear escapes as I gulp down my entire drink. I hand my glass back to Liam. “I’ll take another.”

Read more of Cassidy & Liam’s story on Amazon, Apple Books or Barnes & Noble…


Journey-versary (yes, I just made that word up)

Every journey has a starting point. It’s no different with authors. Sometimes it’s hard to determine when your journey began. Writing has always been in our blood. The need to put pen to paper, to express the feelings and thoughts that constantly run through our minds. To get the stories out of our heads.

To get the characters to shut up…

ALL OF THAT! It’s hard to pinpoint the moment we gave into our need and started this journey. It kind of feels like we’ve always been on it. That writing has always been a part of our soul.

I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I decided to take this crazy adventure but I do celebrate it every year. Because I remember about the time I got suck in. I was desperately seeking something that would keep my mind occupied. Something that I could escape into.

Not because I was going through a rough time, but because I was bored.

My son started Kindergarten. I had copious amounts of free time suddenly. Yes, I still worked 50 hours a week. Yes, I was still exhausted on a daily basis. But during the afternoons, when the house was clean (or I didn’t want to clean it) and no one was home with me, I found myself wanting to do more than sit and stare at the television.

My first idea to solve my boredom was to Spring Clean (even though it was fall) the entire house. Which meant scrubbing walls and emptying out closets that had become jam-packed with crap over the years. (I’m a bit of a pack-rat when it comes to sentimental items. I kept every hand-folded note I ever passed in high school. Every corsage from dances. Stupid little gifts boys gave me from quarter machines, even if I no longer remembered who the ‘special’ boy was.)

I also kept a partially hand-written book I had started when I was sixteen years old. It was in the last box I pulled out of our guest bedroom closet. I sat on the floor of that room (which later served as my first office) and read the hundreds of pages I had poured my teenage heart into. When I was finished, I laughed.

No, it was not a romantic comedy. It was just that bad.

But the bones of a good story were there. The characters were real. Relatable. Realistic.

I sat on that floor for hours making notes on the pages with a purple pen. Attempting to fix the crap that I had written. Ignoring the mess around me that was (days later) shoved back in the closet in the most unorganized way.

I remember driving to school to pick my son up. The entire drive I was consumed with the need to fix that book. To give those characters the story they deserved. Because they deserved better than what I had originally written. And that’s exactly what I did over the next two months.

I scrapped 99% of what I had originally written and started over. I wrote their story for me. For them. For the simple fact that I’m (somewhere deep down) a little OCD and couldn’t leave their story unfinished. Because even though there were hundreds of pages in that box, there was no ending to their story. They at least deserved that.

What’s the point of me telling you any of this? I’ve shared parts of this story before. Anyone who asks me why I started writing, I joke about the book I wrote in high school. A book that never saw the light of day because it would have been an embarrassment to anyone claiming to be a writer.

Next week my son starts 7th grade. Every year, the first week of school, I celebrate. One, because I get a little “me time” back. More importantly, I celebrate because I’m still on this journey. I celebrate that there are still readers that are on it with me. That I’ve made it as far as I’ve had in the 7 years since that day I sat cross-legged, laughing at the words I thought were gold when I was a teenager.

This year, I’m also celebrating #27.

Because after that first book, I was hooked. Not just on the characters and story I created. There was a fire inside me. A passion I had been missing. I wanted to write every second of every day. I had more ideas than I had time. I still do.

My 27th book will release on Friday of next week. I’ll drink a mid-afternoon glass of wine to keep from freaking out on release day and I’ll celebrate. Not the book, but the journey. The passion I still feel for writing.

Because of all of you.

Because you took a chance on me with that first book. Or maybe my tenth. Or maybe you’ll take a chance on me next week with the release of my 27th.

It doesn’t matter which book it is, I still appreciate it. Because without you, I wouldn’t be able to do this every day. I wouldn’t be on this journey still. I wouldn’t be able to feel the passion in my body threaten to explode the moment I get a new idea, or sit down at my computer with a fresh cup of coffee to write.

Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being on this journey with me. For supporting me, and every other author you read. None of the past seven years would have been possible without you. Authors write because we have to. We write because it’s what drives us. Same as reading a good book drives you.

At the end of the day, though, we also write because we want to give you something new to read. A new place to escape. You next book boyfriend to drool over. A character you can relate to.

We write for you. We write for us.

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Worth The Fight Excerpt

Release day is getting closer and closer. If you’re as excited as I am, you’re going to love the teaser excerpt below. There’s something about that moment when you realize things are changing, when your eyes are open for the first time, that scares the living sh*t out of you.

Splashing water on my face does nothing to cool the heat in my cheeks.

What have I done?

I’m not even sure what possessed me to do it.

Maybe I can blame it on the alcohol. Even though I wasn’t even buzzed yet.

Or the fact he’d just manhandled me, practically ripping my dress from my body.

After all these years, I’ve never once felt the desire for Liam that’s coursing through my body right now. Sure, there have been moments we’ve embraced. We used to kiss each other all the time as kids, practicing for when we’d have our first ‘real’ kiss. 

And once we’d both had our first kiss, the practicing stopped. 

We never even spoke about it. It just didn’t happen again. I don’t even remember the last time we kissed. We were twelve, maybe thirteen, I think.

Scratch that.


Because something inside me made me push up on my tiptoes and kiss him on the lips ten minutes ago. Something inside me wanted to kiss him. Wanted to see how it felt. 

And it scares me that it wasn’t the alcohol.

(c) 2019, Author Rachael Brownll

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Worth the Fight
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✨Synopsis ✨

“Your best life comes from surviving your worst experiences.”

Cassidy’s a fighter, designed to survive.

After the crushing death of her parents, she persevered. When she caught her fiancé with another woman, she held her head high and moved on. Fighting always came easy, because she never had to do it alone.

She had Liam.
Her best friend. Her protector. Her rock.

But every bond has its breaking point, and they found their’s… with a kiss. One weak moment upturns the foundation of their relationship, making Cassidy look at Liam in a whole new light.

Now, she has a choice to make. Is the shift from friends to lovers even possible? Or will Cassidy lose the one person she can’t live without?

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Title Reveal & excerpt…

With the Storm series complete, my focus has shifted to my next project. And what a dramatic shift it has been.

The Storm series is filled with suspense and sex and will make you hot under the collar. Johnathan and Amelia’s relationship was hot and heavy and happened fast. This book is sweeter, more sensual. They’ve know each other all their lives. Grown up together. Been through tough times and helped lift each other back up.

If you’re wondering if there’s still sex… I’m not sure.

As of right now, I’m about 40% of the way finished with it. There have been a few scenes that might make you blush, but nothing dirty as of yet. The voices are still screaming at me to write though, so something has to happen soon. (I mean, technically I’m writing right now. This blog post counts towards my daily word count goal, right?)

So what the name of this book? Who are these characters? When can you get your hands on it? I have the answer to all those questions and more…

Worth the Fight is a friends-to-lovers romance. The blurb and cover reveal are scheduled for August 2nd and it’ll be releasing on September 6th. If you are a blogger and want to read an advanced copy of WTF (I know, I laugh every time I abbreviate the cover), I’ll have a link to sign up for everything related to the release closer to the cover reveal date.

You can add WTF to your #tbr on GoodReads. Make sure you add me as a friend and follow me while you’re over there. GoodReads will notify you when I post the cover so you don’t miss it. Or you can always sign up for my newsletter. Subscribers get to see the cover early and I’ll be sending out snippets between now and release just for them. Also, did you know if you subscribe to my newsletter you get a free book from me? AND you get to choose which book… you should subscribe for that fact alone.

So, go add Worth the Fight to your TBR, add me as a friend on GoodReads, subscribe to my newsletter (because you don’t want out on anything) and enjoy the excerpt below!

Worth the Fight

My attraction isn’t one-sided. He wanted to kiss me.
He let it happen. Knowing full well that this would happen. That things would get weird. That it would change the dynamic.
We’re friends.
Partners in crime.
Our relationship was solid. On steady ground. 
Nothing has ever come between us before and I never thought anything, or anyone, would. That’s how strong we are. How strong our friendship is.
Yet here I am, unable to sleep because I’m thinking about him in a different light. Trying to figure out if allowing our relationship to evolve into something more is worth the risk. Because after all, it would be a risk. We may not work as a couple.
We’ve never tried before.
And honestly, his track record with women concerns me. The fact that he can dispose of them as quickly as he has. Moving from one to the next. Using them to fulfill his needs and then once those needs are met, moving on.
It doesn’t seem to have any effect on him.
No remorse.
No connection to them.
It upset me when Kendra called him a man whore but he kind of is. The only difference between him and a traditional man whore, in my opinion, is that he doesn’t lead them on. He’s upfront and honest with them.
Will he do the same to me?
Sleep with me for a few weeks and then call it quits?
We wouldn’t be able to go back to being friends after that. I wouldn’t be able to handle it.
And if I haven’t given myself enough reason to say no, to lock myself in my room for a week and avoid him… we live together. 
There would be no way to avoid him if things did go wrong except move out and I have nowhere to go right now. The plan isn’t for me to stay here forever, I get that, but what if shit went wrong before I moved out? Then what? I’d be screwed.
Nowhere to go and I’d lost my best friend.
Nothing good can come of this. I feel it in my core. A relationship with Liam has the potential to destroy so much.
So why am I still thinking about him? About how soft his lips were. About how much I enjoyed being trapped between him and the dresser. And why is my body tingling?
Because it is. Every part of me is tingling with desire. With the knowledge the only thing separating us right now is a thin wall. That if I wanted to, I could march into his room, wake him up, and ask him to kiss me and he would oblige.

(c) 2019, Author Rachael Brownell – unedited and subject to change