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Friday, April 17, 2026

TROY and RAPUNZEL Preorder (My Best Friend's Brother, Book 7)

My Best Friend’s Brother: Troy and Rapunzel

Rapunzel's hair isn't the only thing tangled – her love life is knotted too! As her wedding day nears, ex Gino Barone launches a final heart-stopping bid to win back Lilly Jacobson. A flirtatious dare prompts a tower climb showdown between Gino and fiancĂ© Troy De La Fontaine – but the outcome sparks surprise. 

Does Lilly's love for Troy prevail? Or will their Happily Ever After get tangled in drama?


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“It's written for teens and being over 30 I still really liked it, very cute and funny. Great read for people who love the silly fun drama.”. — Ava

“The author did very well with capturing how a teenage girl feels and deals with the struggles of her love life. Although her love is not forbidden, per say, the tension with her stunningly amazing boyfriend and truly overprotective father is edge-of-your-seat good!”  — Ally


“Fantastic read all the 5 books couldn't put them down.”  — Jessica


“It was brilliant..truly loved it.. the love between best friends was amazing and I loved Luke and Adonia together.. brilliant.”. — Nazma

Sunday, July 5, 2020

SAVING GINO (My Best Friend's Brother, Book 6) - Excerpt



This edition of my life starts out much like all the others—with Dad being ridiculous.

It was the third week of January, and our final dinner with the Jacobsons. Their dining room was luminous, and—thanks to Gwen’s scrumptious cooking—sweet-smelling. Luke and I shared one end of the table, while Gwen and Burke sat at the other. Between us were Nikki and Andre, Dad, Sullivan, Lilly and Troy.

Mom left Alaska to prep a new museum exhibit, which left us with Dad and his never-ending madness.

“So, what are you two doing between now and February 7th?” Dad asked me and Luke.

We’d leave for the Alps on February 7th, where Lilly and Troy De La Fontaine would be joined in Holy matrimony.

“I wanted to stay in Alaska, but my boss has other plans.” Luke rolled up the sleeves of his silky blue shirt. “My ski lessons are booked for the rest of the season.

“I’m lucky I can get time off for Lilly’s wedding,” Luke added, glancing at me. “And our honeymoon afterwards.”

Dad’s face fell at the word honeymoon. “You’ll be spending it on the slopes, right?”

Yup, poor Dad was still in denial!

Luke blew some blond strands out of his eyes. “Yeah.”

“Good.” Dad ate some steak.

“We are so proud of you, Lukasz,” Gwen chirped. “For such a young ski instructor, you’re really making a name for yourself!”

        Luke smiled uncomfortably. Because, let’s face it, it was his dad that made the name for him, by landing himself in the paper….

For banging Mrs. Claus.

“It was bound to happen,” Andre stated.

“Banging Mrs. Claus?!” I blurted.

Everyone looked at me.

My cheeks burned. I shrunk in my seat a bit, suddenly hot.

“Making a name for himself,” Andre said with a cheeky grin. He wore a red tee shirt and denim jeans and looked dreamy as usual.

Awkward. Silence.

The kind of silence I wanted to die in.

“Eat, Sullivan,” Dad finally lectured. “Gwen took the time to cook for us.”

“It’s overcooked,” Sullivan protested.

Dad looked daggers at him.

“It’s okay,” Gwen told my father. “He doesn’t have to eat it if he doesn’t like it.”

“He likes it,” Dad assured her. 

He glared at my brother. “Don’t you, Sullivan?”

Sullivan smiled uneasily, scooped up a pea and ate it.

“So, young lady, did you change your name yet?” Burke asked before a bite of salad. He ran his fingers through his messy mocha hair.

“Yes,” I gushed. “Weeks ago!”

“Me too,” Nikki exclaimed, gripping Andre’s arm. Her blond hair was in a bun, she wore a baby blue dress, and was drop-dead gorgeous as usual.

“What’d you change it to?” Sullivan taunted.

“Adonia Pawlak.” My heart fluttered as it rolled off my tongue.

He rolled his eyes.

“I can’t believe I’m a LeBlanc!” Nikki squealed.

“Neither can I!” Sullivan mocked.

“Sullivan, enough,” Dad demanded.

Sullivan crinkled his nose. “What? It’s true. After the trouble she got herself into with her fake boyfriend—”

“You mean the trouble you got me into,” Nikki said crossly.

Sullivan shrugged.

Dad heaved a frustrated sigh. “Sullivan, the starving kids of the world would love what’s on your plate!”

Sullivan nudged the plate toward him. “Then send it to them!”

Dad’s eyes bugged out. “I—I don’t have their address.”

“Well, that’s not my problem!”

“Sullivan, you are so immature,” Lilly scorned as Troy wrapped an arm around her.

“Sullivan,” Dad insisted, “eat your mashed potatoes.”

Andre glared at my brother. “Yeah, troll, eat.”

“I may be a troll but at least I’m not a fake Frenchman.”

Andre jabbed a finger at him. “I’m not a fake Frenchman.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Am not.”

“Dad?” Sullivan peeped. “Do I really have to spend a week with this fool?”

Dad leered.

My eyes popped. “Excuse me?”

Luke looked confused. “Why do you have to spend a week with Andre?”

“I’m not technically spending it with Andre.” Sullivan took a bite of mashed potatoes. “I’m spending it with you. But he will be there—”

“Daddy?!” I shrieked. “What is Sullivan talking about?”

Dad showed his palms. “I was going to ask you, sweetie. Would you watch Sullivan for a few days? I have a deadline, and I’m just over halfway through this manuscript. Your mom has to work, and, well, you know how it is.”

Speechless, I looked to Luke.

Luke’s eyes traveled the table. Everyone looked surprised, and mostly apprehensive.

Finally, Luke’s eyes met Dad’s. “I guess….”

I stomped on his foot. He flinched.

“Luke,” I hissed. “What are you doing?”

“I appreciate it, Luke. He won’t be much trouble.” Dad scooped up the last of his potatoes.

“By the way, Gwen, these potatoes are incredible,” Dad added.

“Dad,” I cut in, “you want us to babysit? We’re newlyweds!”

After a brief stare, Dad gestured to Luke. “He said it’s fine. Besides, Luke has to work. You’ll be bored sitting at home alone. Your book’s done and you said you’re letting it sit. Sullivan can keep you company in the meantime. It’s only for a week or so.”

“Dad,” I objected, “I won’t be bored at home. I have a life. I have friends. I need to help Lilly with her wedding planning.”

“It’s already planned.” Lilly twirled a long blond lock around her finger.

I shot her a look.

“What about school?” Burke asked. “Mustn’t Sullivan attend?”

“Dad enrolled me in Internet school,” Sullivan boasted.

My eyes narrowed. “Daddy? You wouldn’t enroll me in Internet school when I asked. What makes Sullivan so special?”

“He doesn’t have any friends,” Dad stated. “And I’m sick of hearing him whine about it.”

“What happened to that other troll?” Andre inquired. “You know, the one that looks like a leprechaun?”

“Zach,” I said, crossing my arms at Sullivan.

“He got suspended one too many times,” Sullivan said. “He’s in the Internet program, too.”

“Dad, can’t he go with Burke to Hawaii?” I begged. “Burke has that astronomy seminar he needs to speak at—and who wouldn’t love a trip to Hawaii?”

“Ah, that is days away,” Burke noted.

I was devastated.

“But it is always an option, Paul,” Burke quickly added. “Gwen and I are both going, and we love having kids around, yes?”

Dad put up a hand. “Really, Burke, it’s fine. I know Luke and Adonia can handle it.”

Luke gripped my hand to console me.

I couldn’t believe Dad said Sullivan would not be too much trouble! It’s like they haven’t even met!

“Looks like we’ll be seeing a lot of each other,” Sullivan told Andre with a sly grin.

“What an experience it will be,” Andre said dryly.

“I can’t wait to hang out with Adonia and her hot friends.” Sullivan waggled his brows at Lilly.

Lilly snickered.

My eyes met Luke’s. This could not be happening! My blood was boiling.

“Dad, does Mom know you plan to pawn Sullivan off on me?”

Dad grabbed a biscuit from the center of the table. “Gwen, you’ve got to give me the recipe—”

“Dad!” I barked. “I just got married! I can’t believe you’re doing this to me during my honeymoon!”

Dad’s face went blank. “Your honeymoon doesn’t officially start until Valentine’s Day.

“Luke said it’s fine, and I want you to know that I really do appreciate this, Adonia. I need to make this deadline so I can pay back what I spent on your wedding gown.”

Well, there it was—the guilt trip I was anticipating.

My heart sank—I couldn’t say no.

Gwen smiled and shrugged at me. Burke looked like he pitied us.

I gazed at Sullivan, who winked at my friends. They looked at me, unenthused.

“Well, it’s only a week, eh?” Troy breathed. “What can go wrong?”



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Saturday, December 21, 2019

SAVING GINO Preorder (My Best Friend's Brother, Book 6)

Saving Gino: My Best Friend's Brother Book 6


After meeting Jenny, Gino’s parents  were unimpressed – now Gino himself even has doubts; can Nikki and Adonia save him from straying to his toxic coworker, Candy?


Adonia and Luke are ready for their happily ever after, but how can they enjoy married life with her pesky brother Sullivan in the way? When Adonia’s dad pawns Sullivan off on them, the situation goes from bad to worse: Sullivan is soon feared trapped beneath an avalanche at the ski resort, and Luke, Andre, and the guys join the perilous rescue efforts to find him. 


This chapter of the hit teen romantic comedy series evolves into a family saga, as the Morrison-Pawlak family battles British Columbia’s brutal weather, tragic loss, and the bonds of this new family are tested.


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Sunday, December 30, 2018

YEAR OF LUKE (My Best Friend's Brother, Book 5) - Excerpt

My Best Friend’s Brother Year of Luke


Nikki bit the head off a gingerbread man. Violently. A frosted leg fell to her plate.

“They’re not dating,” I hissed.

We were at the resort lodge, sipping hot chocolate and devouring cookies, pretending we weren’t there for Andre LeBlanc.

Nikki glared a hole through Amanda McGuire’s face.

Sporting his tan uniform, Andre sat behind the counter, surfing the internet on his phone. Amanda sat a foot away from him, eventually emitting a wistful sigh his way.

“Nikki,” I nudged.

Her eyes narrowed on me. Then they returned to a giggling Amanda.

“I love that color on you!” Amanda brushed Andre’s arm with her sparkly baby blue nails.

Andre peeked at his uniform, and brushed her hand away. “I wear this color every day.”

Amanda inched her seat toward him. “You didn’t wear it yesterday.”

He stared at her. “I meant, when I’m working.”

She tucked some brown hair behind her ear. “Still....” 

His brow furrowed. “How do you know what I wore yesterday?”

She cleared her throat and looked away.

He shook his head and looked back at his phone.

She rubbernecked to see it. 

“Who’s the girl?” she asked a second later.

Andre raised an eyebrow at her.

Amanda crossed her arms. “The girl you’re messaging with....”

Andre looked back at his screen. “My mom.”

She popped a bubble. “Why do you talk with her?

He licked his lips. “‘Cause she’s my parent.”

She inhaled him. “Oh my God, that smell....”

“...Is the cookies burning,” Andre finished.

In a panic she hopped to her feet, grabbed a mitt, and scurried over to the large oven. “I completely forgot!”

Andre rolled his eyes, leaned back in his seat, and plopped a shoe on the counter. I wasn’t sure he was allowed to do that, but their boss had left for the night.

“What are you doing for Christmas?” Amanda chirped from one counter over. She placed the cookie tray on a cooling rack.

“I’m spending it at Luke’s. New Year’s also at Luke’s. And Valentine’s Day in the Alps for the wedding.

“Now you don’t have to ask for a few holidays.”

Amanda sneered. “Wedding?!”

Andre peeked over his shoulder at her. “Luke’s wedding.”

She puffed out her chest. “Oh.

“I never got an invitation.”

“It’s in the Alps,” Andre reiterated.

“Still never got one!”

He picked at his back teeth. “I’m sure it’s an oversight,” he said dully.

“Well, there’s still time!” She sat back beside him, just as he finished rolling his eyes again.

“Gosh,” she said, partially unbuttoning her uniform. Her boobs practically bounced out. “It’s so hot all of a sudden!”

Nikki’s nails screeched across the table.

I shot her a look.

What?” she grumbled.

“Cool it,” I whispered.

She curled her lip. “Too bad that’s not Luke, so I can watch you cool it.”

“They’re not dating.” I was beginning to feel like a broken record.

She checked her watch. “Where are Lilly and Troy already?!” she wondered aloud. And I mean loud.

No one bought that she was there for Lilly—I’m not sure why she even bothered.

“If it’s hot all of a sudden, it’s because you were standing by an oven,” Andre exclaimed.

“Are you saying I’m not hot?” Amanda spat.

“No, woman. I didn’t say you’re not hot. I said, you were suddenly hot because you were standing by an oven.”

“If I’m hot, why don’t you ask me out?” she urged.

His brow furrowed. “I never said you’re hot. As I recall, I merely said you are pretty. And you’re not a blonde.”

“You said, ‘I never said you’re not hot’. That means I’m hot.”

He made a face. “Nooo ... it means I never made mention of you being hot.”

She sucked her teeth. “So I have to be blonde now? Why?”

“Because. It’s what I like.”

He looked over his phone at Nikki. His twinkling blue eyes rolled down her brown shirt, black jeans and boots.

When he caught my gaze, he shied away.

“He was checking you out,” I hissed, as I caught Amanda’s glare.

“Really?” Nikki peeped, sitting up straight.

“Yup,” I said, checking my watch. It was after eight.

“I don’t know about you,” Amanda preached, “but when I’m with someone, I never check out anyone else!”

Andre stared blankly. “With someone?”

“That’s what I said.”

Bewildered, Andre flashed his teeth. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Amanda looked away like she didn’t catch that.

After an awkward silence, Andre looked back at his phone. Then he grabbed the ticket book, and strolled on over to us.

“Mademoiselle Napper,” he rumbled, licking his lips seductively. “Ready to order dinner?”

She pointed to her cookie. “This is dinner.”

“For a nine-year-old, maybe.”

Her eyes fell to the triceps that bulged out of his rolled-up sleeves.

“Are you nine years old?” he teased.

“Obviously not,” she said as she pushed her dessert plate away. “Since you slept with me.”

“And who is this?” Amanda jeered, suddenly beside him.

We all stared at her, because she knew full-well who that was.

“Nikki Napper?” Andre peeped. “You know, the girl with the imaginary boyfriend...?

“My ex.”

Amanda lifted her chin. “So immature.”

Nikki made a face. “Excuse me? You don’t even know me.”

“I’ve heard enough,” Amanda dismissed.

Andre waved a hand in contempt. “What would you like, Miss Napper?”

“A steak,” she grumbled. “Still bleeding.”

Andre jotted it down.

“Anything else?” He took an awkward step to the side, only to have Amanda follow him.

Nikki glared at her. “A knife.”

Andre pursed his lips. “That already comes with the steak.”

Nikki forced a smile. “Just checking.”

“And by the way, what brings you here tonight?” Andre inquired.

“We’re here for Troy and Lilly,” Nikki said instantly.

Andre crossed his bulky arms. “They’re not here. They’re at the airport.”

Nikki’s face fell. “For what?”

“They’re picking up Anna....”

Nikki mouthed an “Oh.” She looked at me awkwardly.

And I thought I was a crappy liar.

“Still want that steak?” Andre ordered, shooting Amanda a look. She got the hint and retreated to the counter.

“Yeah. Just ... you know, make it quick. I’m in the wrong place, apparently.”

I glanced over at Amanda, whose face was sour. She looked like she wanted to kill Nikki, almost as bad as Nikki wanted to kill her.

When the lodge door swung open, snowflakes and a draft swept the room.

But it warmed up instantly, because Thor Daman was there.

He removed his gray hat and goggles, and unzipped his matching down jacket. His blond hair was wild, his smile was crooked, and his stormy eyes twinkled as they mingled with mine.

Yeah, he still has that effect on me.

The Norse god fell into a chair beside me, leaned back in the seat, and grinned wide. “Hello, Adonia Morrison.”

“Hello, Mr. Daman. He just took our orders,” I said, pointing to Andre.

“No big deal. I’m not all that hungry.”

He looked at Nikki’s plate. “Beheading gingerbread men?”

She didn’t answer him; she was too distracted by Andre.

“They have bodies, you know,” Thor added, looking at them.

Nikki licked the crumbs from the corner of her mouth. “I know.”

Thor tittered. “You only eat heads?”

“What’s up with that wench?” Nikki motioned to Amanda with her nose.

Thor glanced her way. “I think it’s safe to say she’s a bit obsessed.”

And then—Snap!—another gingerbread body fell to Nikki’s plate.

“I think it’s safe to say she’s insane,” Nikki growled.

“Shhh!” Thor put a finger to his lips. “She might hear you.”

Good,” Nikki snarled.

Thor leaned across the table, and smiled up at her. “Not good. She can get a bit nuts—don’t tick her off.”

“A bit?” Nikki laughed. “Really!”

Thor leaned back in his seat again, and blew out his cheeks. “I’ve been working here for nearly six months. Trust me—play nice.”

Nikki looked back at Andre by the grill. He’d set the steak on a plate and seasoned it with pepper, as he sung along to whatever played in his earbuds.

“What if I don’t want to play nice?”

Thor shrugged a shoulder. “You were warned.”

Nikki cleared her throat. “So! How was work, Mr. Snowboarding Instructor?”

Thor grabbed a gingerbread body off her plate and nipped an arm. “Decent. My toes are frozen.”

“You knew what you were getting yourself into,” Nikki teased.

“Definitely. And I’m enjoying it, too.”

Andre arrived with Nikki’s steak. “Here you go, gorgeous,” he said with a wink.

Nikki grinned. “Thanks.”

Andre licked his lips, and moved the knife under the meat. “Uh-huh.” His eyes brushed hers. “Careful...”

“You’re too sweet,” she cooed.

“I try.” They gazed at each other.

Nikki cut a piece of steak. “What time do you get off work?”

Andre twisted his lips. “Ten.”

“So late?!”

“Yup. But hey, you’ve still got to head to the airport. I’m sure you won’t have time to miss me and my ... friendship ... much.”

Her gaze fell to her lap. Surely she was trying to stay composed. “I guess.”

She looked back up at him. “If you want to watch a movie when we get home....”

“We’ll see what happens.” He smiled, winked, and retreated to the counter.

Thor’s eyebrows gathered. “What’s at the airport?”

Nikki chewed some meat. “Lilly’s friend Anna. She’s spending her winter break with us.”

Thor pursed his lips thoughtfully.

I looked at my watch, growing a bit excited to see her again. “We should get going.”

I glanced at Thor. “Wanna come?”

“Always,” he said, a naughty look in his eyes.

I rolled my eyes. “To the airport, pervert!”

He chuckled. “Count me in, babe.”

Nikki cut faster, and wolfed down her steak. She motioned a piece toward Thor, and he opened his mouth for a bite.

“Almost done,” she said with her mouth full. “Think Anna will mind that we’re late?”

I peeked at Thor. “Somehow, I doubt it.”

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Wednesday, December 12, 2018

MAKING UP BLAKE - Will An Imaginary Boyfriend Doom Them All? (Excerpt)

Making Up Blake Making up Blake


To my displeasure, we each had to say a few words when our name was called to fetch our diploma. It could’ve been a speech, a thank you, words of wisdom ... pretty much anything.

The auditorium buzzed until just after six, when the lights dimmed. Our collective parents—hundreds of them—snapped pictures from the bleachers. Cameras were recording. Our every move would be watched, over and over again, for generations.

Yeah, it made me sick.

Even I snoozed through Anna’s valedictorian speech. I felt bad, because I knew how hard she prepared for it. I knew how hard she worked just to be able to give it—but at the same time, I needed toothpicks for my eyelids.

Since Pawlak comes after Morrison, Luke sat rows behind me. But I could feel his eyes on me, and I couldn’t wait for nine o’clock the next morning, so I could feel more than just those on me.

Mr. Bias handed out diplomas. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this clueless man being my last encounter with high school staff, ever. But, even though he’s an idiot, I still kind of liked him.

I liked him, because he actually got me out of math class. I liked him, because—on very rare occasions—his advice was helpful. I liked him, because, with him, I could talk about anything.

I liked him, because—if I ever dared to miss him—I could easily just watch a Cuba Gooding, Jr. movie, and feel like I’m seeing him again.

“You know, I was your age once,” he said with his permanent grin. He stood on stage in black pants, a white dress shirt and red tie. “I remember all too well how you’re feeling this very moment—how much I couldn’t wait to get out of school and just get on with my life!

“And here I am, twenty years later—still in school, and not going anywhere.” His smile faded. “In a way, it’s like life in prison, without the possibility of parole.”

The crowd laughed. Cameras flashed at him in the dim room.

“The thing is,” he continued, his voice echoing, “it’s not all bad. I mean, most of it is. But on occasion, I get satisfaction from my job. When someone comes to me for advice, I help them out, and I feel accomplished—whether I’d helped them prepare for the SATs, helped them decide on a school, or comforted them when their best friend landed herself in the newspaper,” he said, looking at me with that grin.

I shrunk a bit when others joined him. The place grew hot when people didn’t look away fast enough.

It’s okay, though, I saw Lilly shrink, too.

“I want everyone here to know that they can always come to me. Any time. If you ever have a problem,” Mr. Bias exclaimed, “or if you have news you'd like to share—college graduation, marriage, a new baby, or especially if you win the lottery—feel free to call and share!” His gaze fell, and he sniffled into the microphone. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He stopped to compose himself for a moment, then picked up a list off the lectern. “Jake Andrews,” he read, preparing the first diploma.

People actually cheered—he must have a large family. He dashed up on stage in his black cap and gown, claiming his diploma and holding it victoriously for all to see.

Cameras flashed at him. “I did it! Now it’s time to party!”

And, believe it or not, the crowd went wild.

“Alex Anniston,” Mr. Bias continued, just as I felt my phone vibrate.

I reached into my gown and pulled it out of my pocket. There was a message notification, and I knew it was surely from Nikki.

I looked at the bleachers, where Andre sat by my parents, Troy, and the Jacobsons, in a red tee shirt and black jeans. The guy looks great in red, which, I’m sure, is why he wore it so much—it made him fiery hot.

“Gino Barone!”

Gino rushed on stage, grabbed his diploma and flashed a thumbs up for the camera. “I’d like to thank my ma for her support, my dad for his guidance, and my ex-girlfriend for making the Barones filthy freakin’ rich! You already paid for my college, baby!”

People laughed and glanced at Lilly.

Gino jetted off stage.

Mr. Bias continued calling the rest of the B’s, so I figured I had time to answer a little question. I clicked on the message icon. To my surprise, the message was not from Nikki, but from her boyfriend, Blake:

Hiya, hot stuff.

I stared at it. Surely this is intended for the supermodel he’s dating?

You messaged the wrong account,

I typed in response, and put the phone back in my pocket.

A minute later, it vibrated again.

No I didn’t.

A friend request popped up. I stared at the screen.

“Jenna...” I vaguely heard Mr. Bias say, and she hurried up on stage.

“Like, oh my God!” she squealed. “It’s time to shop!”

I quickly accepted the friend request, still kind of confused. This incredibly handsome guy—with dirty blond hair, dreamy chocolate eyes, and an amazing build—wanted to be friends with me.

Not the first time that’s happened, I thought as I felt my ring.

I grew suddenly nervous. Nikki would surely see this friendship—wouldn’t she expect an explanation?

And why is he sending me a winky face?

“Lilly Jacobson!” Mr. Bias held up her diploma.

Lilly hurried on stage, her veil of blond hair practically trailing behind her. She really was turning into Rapunzel.

She grabbed her diploma and squealed. “I want to thank my mom for being awesome; I want to thank my brother for his super-hot friends; I want to thank Troy De La Fontaine for being born,” she gushed, waving to him in the bleachers. “And since my dad didn’t show up, I want to thank Burke Jacobson for raising me!”

The crowd cheered. A sea of cameras flashed, and she actually curtsied. 

And, although I should’ve been cheering for Lilly—and about to be called on any minute myself—something possessed me to go through that Blake guy’s photos. Because, you know, that’s what friends do.

And we were friends now, Blake and I.

For some odd reason.

I’m not sure why looking at the guy’s pics was a priority. I’m not sure why I even friended him. I’m not sure why he would bother noticing me, let alone be messaging me.

I’m not sure why I was salivating!

The first of many was a picture of him under the shower head. His expression was hot, his muscles were tense, his abs were wet. He looked absolutely luscious under that steaming hot shower.

And I was thinking,

Who the hell took this picture?

The next one showed him outside, shirtless on a bright summer day. He sported denim shorts, and he leaned against a large tree trunk. His body glistened, like someone rubbed oil all over him. It was quite refreshing.

Was it sweat? Sweat from what? Outside. By a tree.

In the next photo, he was in a swimming pool. His hair was wet and sleek. His biceps were monstrous, his lower lip curled seductively, and his eyes were deep. It’s like he was making love to the camera or something.

I scrolled to the next picture, of Blake on the beach, in a red speedo, dusted in sand. His eyes were soulful, his every curve was delightful, his bulge—

“Adonia Morrison!”

“I wasn’t looking at his johnson!” I blurted.

And after an instant of deathly silence,

The crowd. Went. Wild.

They roared with laughter.

Cameras blinded me.

They shone a freakin’ spotlight on me.

I stumbled out of my chair, disoriented as an idiot.

Beside myself, I made my way past a maze of legs, afraid someone would trip me.

Because, you know ... I wasn’t embarrassed enough.

I staggered breathlessly onto the stage.

People still snapped away—hundreds of photos per second. I could feel the red in my face, and I wasn’t breathing.

I don’t even recall looking at Mr. Bias. It was all a blur. Humiliated, I couldn’t think.

I was ... I was ... forgetting something.

My speech. I’d forgotten my speech.

And I didn’t want “I wasn’t looking at his johnson!” to be my senior speech—the last thing I uttered to anyone in that school.

My legacy.

So, in a breathless panic, all I could think of were the ironic words of a Chinese proverb,

“Wisdom is attained by learning to hold one’s tongue.”


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Thursday, September 20, 2018

Excerpt from FINDING TROY by Chrissy Favreau


Dinner with the Jacobsons was not going well. Dad looked like he wanted to stab Luke in the throat with a salad fork.

For simply meeting me.

Okay, so Luke’s done more than just meet me. Especially in his Jeep the previous night. But, considering he was still alive, Dad couldn’t possibly know about that.

Luke was seated beside me, across from my father. He sported black jeans, a metallic blue shirt, and his silver chain. His icy blue eyes glided over to me from time to time. I hadn’t heard him breathe in a while, and hoped he’d survive dinner.

Because my life would really suck without him.

“Paul,” Burke said in his thick accent, trying to get Dad’s glare off my poor—okay, not so poor—fiancĂ©.

“Paul!” Mom kicked him under the table. Her eyes bulged and her mostly drawn-in eyebrows formed a scowl.

What?” Dad groaned.

“I am off next week for spring break. Would you like me to chaperone the trip to Prince George?” Burke asked, gesturing to me.

It’s amazing how much Burke will do for the sake of Dad’s sanity—which isn’t all there, anyway. Never mind his stepdaughter was going on the same trip with Troy De La Fontaine and Gino Barone—Burke Jacobson felt he had to tag along to babysit me.

Troy sat on one side of Lilly, in black jeans and a white tank top, regularly peeking at her. Gino sat on the other, in khaki pants and a brown shirt, practically burning a hole through Troy’s face.

So much for Luke’s best friends getting along.

It’s obvious to anyone with half a brain that those two would have no problem killing each other.

Painfully.

“I don’t know if she’s going,” Dad grumbled.

“Paul would like that, thank you, Burke.” Mom stabbed her pork chop and shook her head at my father, her dreamcatcher earrings swaying as she did.

Burke ran a hand through his messy mocha hair. “Ah, no worries, Paul. She won’t even be gone a week, yes?”

Burke had to know it was pointless—Dad barely survived my trip to Switzerland. He’s going to flip when he hears I’m moving out with Luke Pawlak—which is why I’d decided it may be best not to tell him.

Ever.

Perhaps my ring was a clue, but I would not dream of telling Dad Luke and I planned to live together before getting married. He’s old-fashioned like that.

And a hypocrite, to boot.

“Gino, are you feeling hot?” Mrs. Jacobson looked concerned. “Your face is so red!”

Gino glanced at her, shook his head no, gave a hint of a smile and went back to glaring at Troy.

“May I be excused?” Lilly asked awkwardly.

“No,” Mrs. Jacobson said. “Eat your sweet potato.”

Lilly brushed some long blond hair over her shoulder and heaved a sigh. She wore a hot pink tee shirt and jeans, and even in clothes so plain, she was gorgeous.

“If you don’t want your sweet potato, I’ll take it,” Sullivan offered.

Lilly flashed a fake smile. “Please do.”

Sullivan reached over the table, grabbed her potato and—between “Ow!”s— dumped it on his plate.

Lilly looked to her mother. “Now may I be excused?”

Luke cleared his throat. “It’s been a whole five minutes since she last did her make-up.”

With one swift swing, Lilly whacked him over the head. This time, he didn’t even see it coming.  “Shut up, Lukasz.”

“Enough,” Mrs. Jacobson growled.

“It’s been at least fifteen, Luke,” Troy said in his light French accent. “Not that Lilly even needs make-up.”

Lilly grinned before her glance turned to Gino.

Luke snickered. “She’s all right as far as girls go.”

I rolled my eyes.

“She’s all right....” Troy threw his head back and laughed. “She’s ... she’s...” His voice trailed off, and he gazed at her, mesmerized. “Stunning.”

Gino clenched his jaw.

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Mom said, looking at her. “I always thought so, too.”

Who doesn’t?

Lilly sighed and sat back in her seat. She obviously wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Too bad I’m not older!” Sullivan boasted. “She’s smoking hot!”

Everyone looked at him.

He shrugged. “What?”

“Is this an appropriate conversation for such a young man?” Mom pushed on his back to straighten his posture.

“Yeah,” Sullivan said simply.

Dad chuckled, and Mom shot him a look.

“Troy, isn’t she hot?” Sullivan asked boldly.

All eyes were on Troy in an instant.

“Stunning,” Troy repeated with a smirk. “Don’t you think so, Gino?”

Gino leered at him. “Yeah. Sure glad I saw her first.”

Lilly’s eyes widened, and her forehead glistened.

Our parents—minus Dad—meant for this “peaceful” family dinner to bring us all together.

I’m not sure what they were thinking!

“I saw her before any of you,” Luke said, “and I sometimes wish I hadn’t.”

Lilly moved to smack him again, but Luke laughed and moved his head.

“Do you two not get along?” Dad asked, oblivious.

“We do on occasion,” Luke said, growing serious. “This isn’t one of those, though.”

“I thought twins have a magical bond that makes them get along,” Dad said between bites of salad.

“No.” Mrs. Jacobson smiled. “There is no such bond.”

“The only bond Lukasz has,” Lilly briefed, “is a cushy savings bond.”

Everyone laughed. Everyone but me, Luke, and Gino.

“Gee, thanks, Rapunzel,” Luke said.

“You’re welcome.” Lilly moved some food around on her plate.

Gino crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat. “This is starting to feel like dinner at my house....”

“Well I’m sure glad I saw her!” Sullivan grinned and tucked his brown hair behind his ears. “I think about her every night!”

Luke grimaced.

Mom shot Sullivan a look.

“How can that be?” I taunted. “I mean, she’s real!” That one, of course, was aimed at his girlfriend—whose existence was never proven, by the way. She’s like Bigfoot, or Nessie.

Sullivan crossed his arms. “She’s as real as you are.”

With another eye roll, I shook my head.

“Lilly, I love that necklace on you!” Mom said to change the subject.

Lilly’s hand went to her neck. Her fingers touched the impressive sapphire hanging on a heavy gold chain. “Thanks. Gino’s grandmother gave it to me. It’s a family heirloom, and I promised it would never leave my sight.” She glanced at Gino. “His grandma’s so sweet to me.”

Gino smiled and looked down.

Mom beamed. “That’s wonderful! It’s gorgeous!”

“I only take it off when I shower, or at night when I go to bed. And even then I feel kinda bad.”

Mom took a bite of her potato.

Gino and Lilly gazed at each other.

Burke cleared his throat. “Ah, as I was saying, Paul ... I reserved a two-room suite in Prince George. I have no problem going along with them, to supervise them on the trip. I need a vacation anyway.” 

Burke looked to his wife. “If you would like to go, the option is open, yes, Gwen?”

Mrs. Jacobson smiled. “Leave the cold to visit the cold?” She waved a hand at him. “I need to help Mrs. Barone at the restaurant. I promised.”

Burke looked at Gino. “Ah, I am so happy everything worked out for the Barones!”

Gino’s eyebrows gathered. “Yeah, my ma’s never been happier. She’s always wanted a successful restaurant.” His gaze softened and fell on Lilly. “Now she’s got one.”

“And now she can not have a vacation, yes?” Burke said with a grin.

Gino shrugged. “It doesn’t look like she minds.”

“They’re rolling in dough,” Sullivan noted. “Who would mind?”

Everyone looked at him, but nobody said anything. It must be awkward being my brother.

“That’s a good idea, Burke,” Dad said, glancing at Mom. “If Adonia must go.”

I thought I saw Mom roll her eyes. You would think people with PhD’s don’t roll their eyes.

“I will take care of her,” Burke said, gesturing to me. “No worries, Paul. No worries.”

At eighteen, I found this conversation beyond ridiculous.

“And if Burke doesn’t,” Sullivan said with a goofy grin, “Luke is bound to!”

Dad’s eyes widened, and his glare struck Luke. I could see the paranoia building in his head.

“I’ll make sure my friend Troy here doesn’t run off with her,” Luke joked, pointing to Troy.

Troy chuckled.

“I hear Troy has a history of that,” Burke said with a light smile.

Gino’s chest heaved.

My breaths grew rapid when I saw Dad’s face—he was white as a ghost.

“Dad,” I said. “He’s not serious.”

Dad looked breathless. “Troy runs off with girls?”

Luke nodded. “He used to steal my girlfriends in school.”

Dad’s brow creased. “How many did you have?”

Luke’s eyes widened. “Not many. I’m talking in middle school, no one...” He glanced at me. “...No one serious.”

Dad gnawed on his thumbnail.

Mom smacked his hand.

“In fact,” Luke added, his forehead growing glossy, “I never saw any of those girls outside of school.”

“I’m betting none of them liked to ski,” Lilly said dryly, eating some salad.

Dad stared. “I see.”

Luke’s eyes brushed mine, and settled on Dad again. “Troy’s an awesome guy. I trust him with my life.”

Dad knitted his eyebrows. “After he stole your girlfriends?”

Luke chewed some meat. “Yeah.”

“It’s okay, Dad,” Sullivan said. “Troy will pack a blow-up doll, too.”

Troy burst out laughing. “Ah, yeah?” When everyone looked at him, his face fell, and he looked down awkwardly.

Gino sat back in his seat. “Works for me.”

Troy pursed his lips.

Dad gripped his chest and heaved.

“Paul?” Burke narrowed his eyes. “Are you all right?”

Troy looked to Dad. “I don’t own a blow-up doll, if that helps, monsieur.”

Dad gasped for air. “No, Troy. That doesn’t help.”

“Troy!” Burke raised his eyebrows. “You are not making things better, yes?”

“Dad, stop freaking out!” Sullivan demanded. “Adonia’s got it covered, I saw pills in her dresser drawer!”

“You went through my stuff?!” I shrieked.

“Pills?” Dad said in a breathless panic. “She’s doing drugs?!” He looked at Luke. “You got my little girl into drugs? You got—” Dad wheezed. His body rattled.

Sullivan crinkled his nose. “Drugs...?”

“I’m not on drugs, it’s just birth control!” I blurted. “And why would I cheat? I wouldn’t sleep with another guy just because he’s smoking HOT!

I froze as the words left my mouth. I’d done it again.

“I mean,” I attempted. “Not that I’d cheat in that sense, because we don’t do stuff! And besides, Mom got me the pills to regulate my period! They’re not for sex! How can we have sex when we’re not even married!

Mom’s eyes glided over to Dad.

Luke swallowed hard.

My father heaved one final, terrified breath before he gripped his heart and collapsed.

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Excerpt from Finding Troy. © Chrissy Favreau 2016. All rights reserved.

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