FALLING FOR AN OLYMPIC HOPEFUL IS EASY — SURVIVING HER DAD’S MADNESS IS THE REAL SPORT.
Meet Adonia Morrison. Her mind moves fast, but her mouth moves faster — meaning she has an impulsive habit of saying the quiet part out loud. Adonia thought surviving her dad’s ridiculous rules was going to be her biggest challenge. Turns out, surviving her best friend's drama will be equally taxing.
When her bestie, Lilly Jacobson, drops a bombshell — that her estranged brother is moving in — Adonia is stunned. She had no idea Lilly even had a brother! But before Adonia can get details, Lilly leaves Alaska for Florida, abandoning her for weeks.
Boredom ends at a local bookstore, where Adonia locks eyes with the hottest guy she’s ever seen — Luke Pawlak. Luke’s a charming skier and Olympic hopeful with a passion that matches his good looks. Between stolen kisses, moonlight skiing, and heated whispers, their chemistry is undeniable. But her strict dad has it in for Luke. And to make matters worse, Adonia suspects Luke is hiding something big. When she presses for truth, Luke clams up. Not knowing what to do, Adonia decides to back off, but has no idea that everything is about to come crashing down around her. Can their love survive the test?
CONTENT WARNING: This series contains bawdy humor, non-graphic sexual content and some strong language.
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~ EXCERPT ~
I didn’t wake up until almost noon, when Dad knocked on my door. “Adonia, you have a phone call.”
I put on my bathrobe, opened the door and hurried downstairs.
Dad sat at the kitchen table in a green tee shirt and his striped pajama pants. He was accompanied by his coffee, a pastry, his notebook and laptop. I picked up the black cordless on the counter. “Hello?”
“Oh, good, you’re still alive! What’s up with your cell? I’ve been calling you.” It was Lilly. I listened to her message after midnight, but I couldn’t call her at four a.m. on the east coast.
“Sorry, I’ve been really busy with school and stuff,” I uttered, turning to see if Dad was looking. He sipped some coffee, set the large navy mug on the table and kept typing.
“I wanted to find out about this guy you met. So what’s the deal? What’s he like?”
I eyed Dad again, unsure how to ask if she could call my cell—I didn’t want Dad wondering what the conversation was about or anything. He eyed me the next time he paused for coffee. I turned away. “Hot?” I said, like I was talking about the weather.
“You already said that! Looks, please, tell me about the looks.”
I looked over my shoulder again. Dad glanced back at me, his chin resting on his knuckles. He was most definitely listening. Since I was on a cordless, I decided to head upstairs, but as soon as I took a few steps he said, “It’s okay, sweetie, stay down here. You’re not interrupting me, I’m just editing.”
I sighed. “It’s hot?” I hinted into the phone.
She was silent for a moment. “Are you grounded? You’re acting weird.”
“Absolutely,” I said.
“Ouch!” She grew quiet for a second. Then she said, “Okay, I’ll ask, you answer. And after that you’ve got to tell me how you got grounded! Hair color?”
My eyes moved toward Dad again. “Yellow.”
“Eye color?”
“Blue.”
“Height?”
I pretended he was right next to me. I guess my head came up to his chin. “Considerable,” I said.
“What got you grounded?”
I didn’t say anything for a minute, but I finally decided it was probably safe to talk about parts of that story. “Came home late.”
“How late?” Turns out we were playing twenty questions.
“Midnight.”
“You came home late with him?”
“Yeah.”
“After doing what?” She giggled. “You haven’t done anything too major in my absence, I hope.”
Excerpt from "My Best Friend's Brother" Copyright © 2015 by Chrissy Favreau. All rights reserved.
