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February 10, 2023
Read Chapter One of Breaking the Ice
“Get on your toes. Now.” The soft tone of Professor McCraven’s voice was only one more reason to press to my toes as hard as I could. Pain shot through my feet and drove up my ankles and legs at a sickening rate. I ignored it. We all did. “Better. Lift and plié.”
A groan came from one of the girls beside me, and our instructor snapped her attention from the front of the large dance studio where she stood, ready to attack the weak at any moment.
“Is there a problem?” one of McCraven’s perfectly manicured eyebrow lifted sharply.
As I expected, no one responded. Nor would I. Like the rest of our dance company at Providence University, I would go home and soak my feet, slather them with ointment, and wrap them in bandages until our next practice.
“People only see the beauty you put forth, but they don’t begin to understand the effort, the emotion, the pain that goes into dancing. Your elegant toe shoes hide the truth well, don’t they?” The smirk tugging at her thin lips left my stomach sick. It always did. She was a sadist, and yet, I was in for the long haul. If I could just catch the right eye at a performance or grab the right attention, then maybe I would be invited to try out for Juilliard School of Dance. It was highly unlikely as I was a little thicker than most of the beanpoles around me, but I wasn’t going to stop dreaming and working toward that dream. Not ever.
A whimper lifted up behind me. Oh shit…
There were more rules in Janice McCraven’s dance company than I could count, but the number one rule was that we were never—ever—to let anyone see us sweat. No fear, no tears, no weakness. It simply was the way she conducted our degree program as the Dean of Arts and, more specifically, the lead advisor for the Dance Program.
“I can’t. I’m sorry. My shoes are new, and my toes are breaking.” A petite girl with a tight blond braid running down her back moved out onto the floor and dropped to her butt as she worked frantically to get her pointe shoe off.
Whispers started among the twenty ballerinas holding the long wooden pole that lay between us as we’d lined up on either side of it forty-five minutes before. I couldn’t help but glance over at the girl, my heart hurting in my chest as tears rolled down her face.
She knew good and damn well that by breaking the line, she was in defiance of the first rule in the room. The pain dancing along my toes and wrapping up my ankles made me want to drop to my rear on the floor beside her, but I wouldn’t shed a tear for any of them. It only seemed to make them stronger when they caught a scent of weakness. As a third-year student in the dance company, I’d seen some seriously messed-up shit during practice and on traveling events. There was no way I was going to be the center of ridicule anytime soon.
The laugh that left Professor McCraven was vile, and it echoed through the room and almost seemed to linger. “What. Are. You. Doing?”
“I’m sorry. Please. Really, I just can’t stand on my toes any more today. These shoes are—”
“Get out. Now.” Her voice softened to the point of sounding like she cared, which was even more disturbing. Providence University was known for their dance program, and they had the perfect boogeyman in place to ensure that everyone not worthy of the honor of being a part of it was weeded out.
“No, please. My parents would die if I—”
“Get out.” She turned back to the class and cleared her throat. “Lift and plié.”
I lifted as high as I could and forced myself into a mental state of getting the work done regardless of the physical fatigue that spiraled through my arms and legs. It was a game. A game that should have been more enjoyable, like softball was to my best friend Layla or cheerleading was to some of the girls who helped me keep the unruly hockey team together.
My mind darted off to my to-do list, which always seemed to bring in some semblance of comfort. I wasn’t emotionally connected to anyone in the dance program because it was simply easier that way. We weren’t all going to make it to our senior season in the program, and most of the girls were far more concerned with how they looked than who they were. Not my kind of people in the slightest.
As Queen Bee, a stupid name assigned by the hockey team, of the Ice Queens, I was in charge of making sure their party time for the season was properly funded, their paraphernalia purchased, and their groupies were at every event. Why I let my twin brother, Jayce, muscle me into such a stupid position was beyond me, but it was fun most days of the week. Getting to see Lucas White made it well worth my time and attention.
Lucas White. Butterflies did their own lift and plié in my stomach and up the cavity of my chest as tingles ran down my lower back. He had to be the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. To describe him as sexy or hot would be rather appropriate, and yet, he was far more than that. As the senior captain of the hockey team at Pro-U, he was mature, responsible, and demanding as hell.
Wish he would demand me into his bedroom to take out his stress on my body. Just don’t touch the feet. No feet.
A smirk tugged at my lips, but I forced the thought of Lucas away. Any expression would only gain me the attention of the Nazi walking around the room, looking for blood to spill.
“One at a time now. I want to check your positioning and your posture.” A collective groan should have lifted in the room, but no one would ever think to utter a single word unless they were spoken to. Dance wasn’t about expressing oneself, or at least not in the company of others. It was structure, elegance, a reminder of the refined nature of humanity. Or to them it was. To me, it was complete freedom to express my heart in ways that words wouldn’t do justice.
Whether greatness ever came calling or not, I would open my own dance studio here in Providence, Rhode Island one day. My studio would be nothing like the stuffy, cold atmosphere of all the ones I’d haunted over my sixteen years of dancing.
“Excellent, Aubrey. Everyone but Aubrey, fall out.” Her hand pressed into my lower back as the other rested just below my breasts. “Look at the way her back curves just so. Gather around me now.”
I took shallow breaths and remained focused on a painting that hung on the wall ahead of me. The dancers in it were wrapped up together in an embrace that spoke of love and lust, all in the same moment. I let the beauty of it comfort me as I stood on display for everyone to ogle at. It was something I was getting rather used to.
“Her chin is lifted beautifully, her shoulders rounded, her fingers curved just so.” The professor glanced around and moved back, releasing me. “Aubrey, lift and plié.”
I did as I was asked to do with supreme concentration to do it perfectly. Where I knew McCraven was impressed with my skill and level of detail on the dance floor, I also was well aware that she had no favorites. She didn’t like anyone.
“Excellent. Even with her being a little bigger than I’d like and her breasts being ungodly large for a dancer, still beautiful posture and form.” She clapped her hands and walked from the room. “Class dismissed.”
I dropped down off my toes and let out a ragged breath. Someone should have come up to pat me on the back and reassure me that I was perfectly fit and my boobs were a great asset, and yet, no one said a word to me. Three years of dancing beside most of the girls in the room and not a word.
After gathering my stuff, I bypassed the locker room and walked out in the chilly late afternoon. My brother’s smile caused me to return the gesture. I didn’t need any of the bitches in the room behind me. I had my twin brother, my best friend, and the hockey team to remind me that I was worthy of someone’s time and energy.
The dance building was on the far northern side of campus and sat perched on a hill as if to draw attention to the fact that Providence had an outstanding program of top-notch performers at its beck and call, and it did.
“I saw you through the window over there. Was she being a bitch again?” Jayce stood up and reached for my backpack.
“No. Well, other than calling me a fat cow with big udders, no.” I pushed him away. He was too good of a guy most days of the week. I couldn’t figure out why in the world he wasn’t dating, but it wasn’t a conversation he would appreciate me bringing up again. No one would ever guess that under all his muscle and alpha-male persona, he was a sweetheart—a teddy bear—the occasional wuss.
“A fat cow, hm? That’s interesting. I wonder what she thinks about the other ninety percent of college kids walking around campus.” He jogged to his side of his black Mustang and unlocked the doors. “You’re one of the skinniest girls I know.”
I brushed my hands over my sides and cupped my hips as I lifted my eyebrow at him. “Other ninety percent? No. If you aren’t in dance, you don’t exist!”
“Well, shit. Smack my ass and call me irrelevant.” He got in and buckled up as I laughed at him.
“Where are we going? Is the party at the Ice House still on for tonight?” I reached up and turned the radio down as he started the car.
“Yeah. You ordered the kegs, right?” He pulled a protein bar from the side door and tossed it at me. “Open that and we can split it.”
“I didn’t order them, but Dana did.” I did as he asked and smiled as he growled.
“Dana? Well, I guess she’s better than any of the other Hockey Hussies in your group.” He took half the bar and ate it greedily.
“My group?” I laughed and took a small bite, grimacing at the nastiness of it. “They belong to you guys. I just try to lead them from time to time.”
“Good luck with that job.” He pulled up in front of my dorm and glanced out the windshield. “You bringing Layla tonight?”
“Of course, but why do you care?” I opened the door and stifled a chuckle that pressed against my teeth. He’d always had a slight crush on my best friend but, for some odd reason, had never done anything about it. Even when she’d wanted him to in our teenage years.
“I don’t care. I just figured that if you got sloppy drunk again that it would be nice to turn you over to someone I trust.” He shrugged but wouldn’t look over at me.
“Oh, okay. How about this?” I leaned down and pressed my hands to the seat. “Turn me over to Lucas and just make sure I have an oxygen mask and a handful of condoms for the night.”
“What? Hell no.” Jayce jerked his head toward me and pinned me with a hard stare. “No dating the hockey guys, and sure as fuck no sleeping with them. You might be head of the Ice Queens, but you aren’t acting like one of them. Got it?”
I rolled my eyes, moved back, and closed the door without another word. He had nothing to worry about and he knew it. I respected myself a little too much to spread my legs for the guys on the team like my Ice Queens did.
Now, if Lucas came a calling…
February 9, 2023
PRO-U BOX SET COVER REVEAL
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Breaking the Ice (Providence University Book 1)
He’s moody, stubborn, and quite possibly the hottest guy I’ve ever seen.
And I’ve seen quite a few, but this one… I’ve been watching him since freshman year of college.
As a curvy girl who’s had to work hard all of her life to be a ballerina in a world where I don’t often belong, I’m up for the challenge.
And he is soooo worth it.
First things first. Time to break the ice.
Looking to Score (Providence University Book 2)
I’ve been called many things, but “unlucky” isn’t one of them.
Being the President of the largest fraternity on campus makes that part easy.
Like me. And I wear that badge proudly.
But like most guys, I have two sides to me. One I project, and one I reject.
And I’m at my wit’s end with trying to balance everything, including being the best soccer player on the field, until she shows up.
The best part? She’s not having any of my crap. She’s working for my dad now.
She doesn’t know what she’s missing. Or maybe she does?
Whether on the field or the campus grounds, I’m always looking for one thing.
Looking to score.
Going All In (Providence University Book 3)
Being the nice guy leaves me open to being a rebound romance.
Which I’m not interested in. I’ve got better things to do.
Like taking my spot on the NBA draft picks. It’s all that matters to me.
Love has never been on the radar.
Then life slows me down.
An injury at the end of the spring semester has me working my way back to full health all summer long.
And wouldn’t you know it? I’m paired up with the most beautiful and aggravating girl on the women’s basketball team.
I might need my body to heal, but this pretty woman needs her heart mended.
I’m up for the job.
This one is mine. I’m going all in.
Outta My League (Providence University Book 4)
This woman has been driving me crazy for far too long.
I fell in love with my sister’s best friend.
To top it all off, she’s brilliant. And I’m failing Chemistry.
Of course, when I get her help, she’s laidback about it.
Charming and helpful as always, like she doesn’t know how much I want her.
She’s the woman I want in my life forever.
Now to convince her of it…
Always Making Waves (Providence University Book 5)
Water, waves, and women.
That’s my focus for my time at Pro-U. As it should be for a guy who looks like me.
Unfortunately, I failed English the semester before and now I’m scrambling to keep my spot on the swim team and on the campus.
The last place I expected to find help was from a hot goodie-goodie on the girls’ team.
Love isn’t for me. It’s too messy. Too complicated.
I like still, smooth waters, but this girl ain’t having it. She’s livening up my life with her smile and soft touch.
She’s doing what the bad girls do but I somehow failed to notice it until I started to drown in wanting her:
Always making waves.
Playing the Game (Providence University Book 6)
My bad reputation is legendary.
It’s unfortunate, but it’s something that’s always plagued me.
It’s commitment issues. Or maybe it’s that I haven’t found a woman that’s willing to put in the effort to settle me down.
Either way, it’s getting old. I’m ready for the right girl in my life, on my arm, in my bed.
And I just found her.
A little hottie on the female rugby team. As team captain of the guys, I know when someone has the right moves on the field.
This girl is it.
Unfortunately, I’ve spent a lot of years playing the game.
October 6, 2022
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Need You Now
The most beautiful girl in the world, and she’s fiery mad at me.
It’s not really my fault. I’m a reporter. Digging up stories is my job.
Never in a million years did I expect my latest piece to create an enemy out of the one woman I’d give anything to date.
She might be appeasing me to keep her story safe, but I’m on the hunt for far more than a headline.
I need her now. Today. Tomorrow. Forever.
Follow You Anywhere
My new boss is so hot, it hurts.
I needed a job, but working as this guy’s personal assistant is going to get me into trouble.
I’ve never in my life given in to a man the way I want to give in to him.
And the fact that he’s a single father scares me and draws me in deeper.
With the holidays approaching, I’m trying hard to focus on the good things in life, but something is missing in mine.
A guy. One just like him.
He’s good with lust, but love requires an act of trust.
And that’s the one thing he can’t imagine doing again.
Not until me.
Fall for Me Again
Love isn’t something I deserve. Not after everything I’ve done.
None of the women in my life were there for the right reasons.
And yet, fate has a way of messing with a fellow.
As CEO of my father’s billion-dollar publishing firm, I’m always looking for great writers, and a new one just showed up.
My high-school fling.
It’s the holiday season, and I have one wish.
To find the right woman for me and my son to spend our lives with.
Now I just need to convince her to fall for me again.
All About the Treats
I’m known for my treats.
A billionaire bachelor with a world-wide candy company.
And I’m good being single. Life is too short to fall in love.
Until her. A curvy, brilliant, out-of-the-box single mom who’s changing the world one Halloween at a time.
Her Halloweenfest event is stealing the world stage each October.
Only one issue—her not telling me right away that she’s pregnant… with our kid.
Pick Me, Handsome
It’s all about the money.
Maybe for some, but I’m not interested.
I’d rather work with my hands than spend the billions my father left behind.
The only thing that interests me is the apple orchard he left me. The old thing needs work, and I plan to make it beyond successful.
What I didn’t expect to find between the rows of juicy red apples was a yearning for more.
A beautiful single-mom teacher shows up to take her kiddos on a tour of the orchard and I feel things I haven’t felt in a long time.
Mine.
Rich Fake Witch
The King of Halloween needs a fake date and this girl needs to be a true witch.
He’s willing to pay the big bucks for my high-end escort services.
If the boy needs a monster to prance around his annual Halloween Crawl of Horrors experience, then I’m his ghoul.
The only real problem is that I’m terrified of things that go bump in the night.
Halloween is NOT my holiday.
He might be looking for a rich fake witch, but I’m starting to feel forever.
Maybe I’ll just put a spell on him. ‘Cause then he’s mine, right?
November 16, 2021
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November 13, 2021
Read Chapter 1 of College Jock’s Secret Baby…
99�� UNTIL WEDNESDAY, NOV 17TH AT MIDNIGHT! Chapter OneCalvinI filled in the last answer on the old-school test the professor preferred to use and gave my other answers a quick once over. I knew I had done well. This business class was one of my favorites and the answers came easily. It was the one class I had that I actually enjoyed. And now it was over. It was the end of my junior year and I was still technically undecided. I knew what I wanted to do, but that didn���t jive with what everyone else thought I should do.��
I was glad to be done with school for a few months. At school, I had to be a different guy than the man I really was. At least, the man that I wanted to be. I handed in the test, said my goodbyes and left class. The hall was bustling with other students who felt the excitement of the end of another year. I headed towards the exit only to be waylaid by one of my other professors.��
���Mr. Whatley,��� the old man said.��
���Hi, Professor Green,��� I said politely.��
���Another good year on the books,��� he said. ���I���m looking forward to seeing what you���re going to do for the team next year. We were so close to the championships this year. Are you looking forward to next year?���
I flashed my million-dollar smile. ���I am, sir. I plan on working hard this summer. I���ve got a new trainer and I am going to give it my all. This fall, I plan on taking us all the way.���
���That���s what we all want to hear!��� he said with a lot more enthusiasm than I felt. ���We���ll be rooting for you.���
���Thank you, sir. Have a good summer.���
I walked out and made it into the quad, which was flooded with bright sunshine. My fellow students were all milling about laughing and talking. It was always like this. The last few weeks it was hard to find a smile on the faces of those cramming for finals. Everyone was stressed and wondering if they���d done enough. Finals week was no joke. When it was over, the relief could be felt for miles.��
���Whatley!��� I heard my last name shouted. I rarely heard my first name these days. I had become Whatley, the star quarterback. That was my identity. The rest of me didn���t matter. No one but a handful of people were remotely curious about the guy attached to the arm that threw some of the longest passes in the world of college football.��
I turned and saw Scott jogging towards me. ���I thought you had a final at ten?��� I asked him.��
���I did,��� he grinned. ���I���m done.���
I rolled my eyes. ���Someone did it for you.���
���No, technically, I did it,��� he said.��
I shook my head. ���You���re going to get caught one of these days.���
���Not today, and I didn���t do anything wrong,��� he said with a shrug. ���The teacher wanted to make damn sure the star running back made the grade. A little help goes a long way. Besides, it���s not a core class. No one is going to talk to me in Italian. It was an easy class and it keeps my GPA above a dismal two point.���
I shook my head and started walking again. ���You���re going to regret not paying attention down the road,��� I warned him.��
���What are you talking about?��� he asked, laughing. ���I���m going to be in the NFL for eight years, make a good fifty mil, and then retire.���
���I thought you were majoring in communications so you could go on and work at ESPN or something?���
���I am, but they aren���t going to give a shit if I speak fluent Italian.���
���You need a Plan B,��� I said.��
���That���s what this face is for,��� he retorted. ���I���ll just start modeling.���
I rolled my eyes and kept walking. I was anxious to get off campus. I had a house off campus, courtesy of my parents��� wealth. ���I���m going to get my bachelor���s in business,��� I said.��
���Why?��� he asked. ���It���s a given you���re going to be drafted with one of the best teams. You���re going to get one of those contracts that everyone is talking about for months.���
���Just in case,��� I said with a laugh. ���I���m not taking any chances.���
He slapped me on the shoulder. ���Let���s go get our drink on. We have to celebrate. This is our second to the last day of school.���
���The usual place?��� I asked.��
���Hell yeah,��� he said.��
The campus was in a small town dominated by students at the university. There were plenty of bars and restaurants that catered to the younger population. While the bulk of the town���s population was comprised of temporary residents going to school, there was a core group of residents that had been around forever. They were the team���s biggest supporters and made sure we all knew it.��
We strolled down the sidewalk with all the cocky confidence in the world. People honked as they drove by. We waved back and kept going. The bar was already starting to fill up despite the early hour. It was the last final of the year for a lot of people and that meant it was time to party. It felt a lot like the dude from that old show about a bar when we walked in. Everyone knew our names. Our last names, at least.��
A pretty waitress wearing cutoff jean shorts and a tiny shirt that stretched across her very voluptuous chest promptly delivered two beers. ���Courtesy of the Breakfast Club,��� she said with a smile.��
���Thanks, Cara,��� I said. I held up my beer to the group of seventy-something dudes who were old, retired farmers. ���Thanks guys.���
���Thank you,��� Scott said. ���You guys rock.���
The Breakfast Club earned their name by being the first group in the bar at opening every damn day. They were our most loyal fans. They cheered us on, gave us pep talks after a loss, and bought us drinks in the off season.��
���What are your plans for the summer?��� Scott asked me. ���Did you make up your mind about that football camp?���
���Man, I don���t want to go,��� I told him. ���I just want to enjoy the summer.���
���But your dad,��� he said.��
I sipped from my glass. ���But my dad.���
���He wants you to be successful,��� he said in an attempt to make my father���s overbearing and controlling nature okay. ���He���s hoping you���ll be in the first-round draft pick.���
I took another long drink from the glass. ���What about you?��� I asked in an attempt to change the subject.��
���I plan on drinking a lot and getting laid just as much,��� he grinned.��
���You���re staying in town then?���
���I���m going to Mexico with my sister for a couple of weeks, but other than that, I���ll be right here living it up,��� he said. ���Where else am I going to get free drinks and food?���
Someone walked by our table and patted him on the shoulder. ���Looking forward to next year, guys,��� the man said.��
���Champions,��� Scott said and held up his glass.��
Before we got to the bottom of our first drinks, another round was delivered. ���Mr. Stackhouse,��� the waitress said.
���Where is he?��� I asked.��
���He just left.��� She laughed. ���He wanted me to tell you guys he already bought season tickets for next year and he doesn���t want to be disappointed. He also wanted me to mention his furniture store just became gold tier sponsors.���
���Shit,��� Scott said. ���The furniture business must be hopping.���
���Do you guys want something to eat?��� Cara asked. ���I have a feeling these are the first of many drinks coming your way and you good smalltown boys know you can���t turn down a drink bought for you. It just isn���t polite. But I don���t want to see you get smashed, and I will not tolerate puking.���
���Burgers,��� I said knowing that���s what Scott would want. ���We���ll pay. Don���t tell anyone we���re ordering food, or they will try and pay.���
She grinned and winked. ���It must be such a hard life you live,��� she teased.��
���It���s pretty tough being treated like a celebrity,��� I laughed.��
���I hate it,��� Scott added.��
���Let���s play darts,��� I suggested after Cara walked away. ���It���s never free and I want to get a turn in before it really gets crowded in here.���
He rose up from the table. We both left our drinks, knowing they were perfectly safe. I walked towards the back of the bar and was plowed into by another guy not watching where he was going. ���Woah, dude, sorry,��� I said and put my hand on his arm to steady him.��
���What the fuck, man?��� he growled and pushed me back.��
It wasn���t the reaction I expected. He ran into me. I was the wounded party here. ���Whatever,��� I said, and tried to walk away. I didn���t fight in bars. It was a rule I had to keep. I couldn���t risk injuring my hand or arm. My career would be over.��
���Don���t whatever me, you cocky little prick,��� he snapped.��
I raised an eyebrow. I was about six inches taller than the guy. I���d never been called little anything. I stood at six-five and had since I was about sixteen. Before I could say anything, Scott stepped up. ���Back off, dude. You���re wasted. You ran into him.���
���Oh, you have to have your boyfriend fight your battles?��� the dude scoffed.��
���Why don���t you go sleep it off?��� I said and sidestepped him. I felt him move behind me and just knew I was about to get clobbered. The sound was followed by an OOMPH.
I turned to see two of the old guys from the Breakfast Club pushing him away from me. ���We���ve got this, Whatley,��� one of them said.��
���Shit,��� Scott laughed. ���I didn���t know old guys could move that fast.���
���Thanks guys,��� I called out, and continued on my way to the dart board.��
Scott chuckled as we walked. ���It���s like having your own security team.���
���They sure as hell have saved my ass more than once.���
���That guy was a drunk asshole,��� Scott said.��
���Always has to be one,��� I muttered.��
It was nice having someone watching my back all the time. If it wasn���t the people in town, it was my teammates. They all wanted me to protect my throwing arm. There were plenty of assholes who didn���t like me because I was successful. Some were from rival teams, others just hated me in general because of my privilege. I did feel a little guilty at times, but I couldn���t change what I was born into and who I was.��
���Food���s on the table, guys,��� Cara called out.��
���Thanks, babe,��� Scott replied.��
���She isn���t going to touch you,��� I told him. ���Not again.���
���She had a good time with me.�����
���And then you hooked up with another girl while you were supposed to be with her,��� I reminded him.��
���That was a misunderstanding.��� He grinned. ���She thought we were in a monogamous relationship. I did not. She���s cool with it now.���
���It���s dangerous ground to fuck over the woman serving you food and drinks,��� I warned.��
���She loves me,��� he insisted. ���We���ve come to an understanding.���
I groaned and shook my head. ���Booty call?���
���An occasional getting together,��� he corrected. ���You need one of those.���
���No thanks,��� I said. ���I prefer to keep things on the lighter side. I don���t need anyone accusing me of cheating on them. I don���t need the drama. I have to focus on the next season.���
���All work and no play makes Calvin a very dull boy.���
I took a bite of my burger and sipped my beer. ���Calvin gets what Calvin needs without strings.���
���You mean without phone numbers,��� he laughed.��
���Same thing,��� I said with a shrug and took another bite.��
After enough beer to get a good buzz, I left the bar with a very pretty blonde. It was going to be a great summer.��
November 11, 2021
College Jock’s Secret Baby Cover Reveal
Hello everyone. Who is ready for a college bad boy? I've got one for you.
BLURB REVEAL:
He���s the big man on campus���in more than one way.��
The pressure is real, seeing that his father was basically college jock royalty.��
And he plays the part of being an absolute alpha-hole. But underneath that jock-like exterior and thick muscle is someone I could see myself with.��
At least for the night.��
Homecoming week, I get my chance. Everyone warned me to stay away from this handsome hunk, but I���m taking my chances.
Unfortunately for me, I end up with a secret surprise.��
His baby.��
No way in hell I���m telling the college hottie the truth. It might ruin his future playing football. Besides, my father never wanted kids.
My new love affair probably doesn���t either.��
But he is persistent and I���m left to do one thing���ghost him.��
He doesn���t take that lightly and I found out that he���s not just willing to fight for his future, but for ours too.
October 19, 2021
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"C. Morgan creates wicked tension in Wicked Plans. The bad boys of Edgewater are starting to grow up, but don���t mistake that for softening their alpha tendencies."
"Ruby and Bryson are a enemies-to-lovers story. This story was perfection. An absolute must-read! Chloe had done it again with another fantastic story."
"This story is informative, emotional, and gives you all the feels while reading. This book gives all the details of a rich family versus a normal family. Can they both survive each other? I recommend that you read this story to find out. It is well worth the read."
"Ruby is dedicated and determined to not only do well in college but to also graduate early; whereas, Brysen seems equally determined NOT to graduate���then���boy meets girl and life quickly changes. All of the characters leave you hoping there will be another book to pick up their stories too.
Please read! You will not be disappointed! Great job C. Morgan"
"Excellent college-themed read! Bryson made an excellent victim/bully/alpha male character in this book. I felt sorry for him, and I hated how mean he could be. Then other times he was just so lovable. Ruby was the perfect fit���feisty, lovable, caring, and smart. Well-written story with an excellent storyline."
Last chance 99¢ for Wicked Plans!
You guys have loved WICKED PLANS! 99¢ FAN PRICING ENDS AT MIDNIGHT Check out some of the reviews below and don't forget, FAN PRICING ends at midnight!
"C. Morgan creates wicked tension in Wicked Plans. The bad boys of Edgewater are starting to grow up, but don’t mistake that for softening their alpha tendencies."
"Ruby and Bryson are a enemies-to-lovers story. This story was perfection. An absolute must-read! Chloe had done it again with another fantastic story."
"This story is informative, emotional, and gives you all the feels while reading. This book gives all the details of a rich family versus a normal family. Can they both survive each other? I recommend that you read this story to find out. It is well worth the read."
"Ruby is dedicated and determined to not only do well in college but to also graduate early; whereas, Brysen seems equally determined NOT to graduate…then…boy meets girl and life quickly changes. All of the characters leave you hoping there will be another book to pick up their stories too.
Please read! You will not be disappointed! Great job C. Morgan"
"Excellent college-themed read! Bryson made an excellent victim/bully/alpha male character in this book. I felt sorry for him, and I hated how mean he could be. Then other times he was just so lovable. Ruby was the perfect fit…feisty, lovable, caring, and smart. Well-written story with an excellent storyline."
October 15, 2021
Read Chapter One of Wicked Plans…
99¢ FAN PRICING UNTIL AT MIDNIGHT, OCTOBER 20TH CHAPTER ONE
RUBY
Our house was packed with people. New Year’s Eve at the Sprites’ was a long-standing tradition in my family, and it was one my parents took very seriously. Every year, they hosted dozens of holiday parties and they all attracted the same crowd.
Crazy aunts and uncles, obnoxious nieces, nephews, and cousins with ages varying from eight to forty-five, tired grandparents, a few of our neighbors, and family friends who had been around for as long as I could remember were all regulars on the guest lists for my parents’ parties. Out of all the holiday events, the New Year’s Eve bash was the crown jewel of the winter calendar in my house.
Unlike so many other college freshmen, I wasn’t out to usher in the new year with friends at a club or partying it up at some bachelor pad. Instead, I was sitting around the coffee table in the house I’d grown up in with some of my younger relatives, engaged in a heated game of Go Fish!
We had several empty platters of homemade buffalo wings and fries littered around us and half-drunk glasses of root beer on the table that we were pounding through like others were tossing back tequila. Glamorous, it was not, but I didn’t mind spending the night like this.
Both of my parents came from huge families, but I was an only child. This was as good as a family gathering got for me, and I loved it. Even if some of my relatives always ended up getting on my nerves.
As if she’d sensed where my thoughts had drifted to, my thirteen-going-on-thirty year old cousin, Adaline, sucked down another sip of her root beer before flipping her hair over her shoulder and sending me an inquisitive look.
“Have you really not made any friends at that fancy school you’re going to?” she asked. “I know you didn’t have any friends around here before you left, but I thought you’d have relaxed a little now that you’ve gotten into Edgewater.”
“Why is it a fancy school?” Jamie, our youngest cousin, piped up from the other side of the table.
“It’s an Ivy League University,” Adaline lectured, rolling her eyes like she couldn’t believe he hadn’t known that. She was a bit of a know-it-all, but then again, when I thought back to how I’d been at her age—and frankly, still was—it probably ran in the family.
“There’s ivy growing at my school,” Jamie said excitedly, his little brown eyes lighting up. “Does that mean it’s fancy too?”
She snorted. “No. It just means they haven’t cut it off the walls yet. Ivy League universities are considered to be the most prestigious colleges out there.”
Jamie scrunched up his nose, obviously confused, but before he could ask anything else, she turned back to me. “So, friends? Or are you still a hermit?”
“I’m not a hermit,” I protested, trying my best not to get annoyed with her when there were still a few hours to go before midnight. “I’m just committed to my future. It doesn’t mean that I don’t have any friends.”
“Why aren’t you with them tonight, then?” she asked, lifting her pointy, prissy chin in a clear challenge. “Even I was invited to a party tonight, but Mom said I couldn’t go. As soon as I’m old enough, you won’t be seeing me here on New Year’s anymore.”
We won’t miss you. I still took the bait she’d dangled, though. “If you have to know, my best friend, Hadley, is in Hawaii with her boyfriend. They invited me and I could’ve gone with them, but I said no. They even offered to fly me there in her boyfriend’s private jet.”
Take that, Adaline.
Okay, so it was a slight exaggeration. It was true that she’d invited me and that I probably could’ve flown on the jet, but it belonged to Daxton’s father not to Dax himself. Also, they wouldn’t have sent the jet just for me.
A few of Daxton’s fraternity buddies and some others were going over to join them for New Year’s, and they were hitching a ride with some of Dax’s father’s friends on the plane. Hadley had simply told me that she was sure there would be a seat for me if I wanted her to ask Dax about it.
Details, details. The look on Adaline’s face was more than worth the slight tweaking of said details. Her eyes were huge as she stared at me, and I couldn’t help smirking just a little as I held her gaze.
Not one to ever to be outdone, however, she sniffed and shook her head. “If you really said no to that, you’re even more of a loser than I thought.”
“A loser who graduated high school as the valedictorian, got into Edgewater, and who’s at the top of her class there. As you yourself just pointed out, it’s one of the most prestigious colleges in the country. Getting in and doing well there?” I shrugged and pretended to study my nails. “If that’s your definition of a loser, I’m happy to be one.”
“You still don’t have any friends around here,” she muttered.
“That’s only because the friends I had in high school have left the state for college because they also all worked really hard,” I said dismissively. “My circle was small and I’m proud of it.”
It’d been so small that I didn’t even know if it’d really qualified as a circle, but whatever. Studying had always been more important to me than maintaining friendships. As much fun as it was to talk to people who really knew me, all I actually wanted out of life was to reap the rewards of my hard work.
Gemma, my cousin who was in her mid-twenties and had recently gotten engaged, ambled over while we were talking. She went to sit down next to Adaline, making sure to flash the thin, small, but sparkly ring on her finger with each move she made.
“Ruby might be brilliant, but she’s never been very social.” She nudged Adaline. “You and I got the people skills in this family.”
Adaline smiled at her before nodding at me. “That pre-med program must be keeping you pretty busy.”
“It is,” I said cautiously, feeling a back-handed comment coming. With Gemma’s help, Adaline had been perfecting those.
As I expected, the two exchanged a glance before she flicked a finger toward my hand. “My mom doesn’t like it when I get my nails done either.”
Gemma sighed heavily and slung an arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry. She’ll let you have them done for my wedding. What about you, Rubes? Think you might be able to take some time off before the wedding to come get pampered with us? The girl I use will get your hair and your nails in tip-top condition in no time.”
And there it is…
The self-conscious part of me wanted to pull my blonde ponytail over my shoulder to examine the ends of my hair. Last time I’d checked, it hadn’t looked that bad.
I fought against the urge, though. The truth, which none of the women in my family seemed to understand, was that I just didn’t have the time nor the inclination to keep up with trendy haircuts or regular nail appointments.
It wasn’t that my appearance wasn’t important to me. I just thought I looked fine with my natural blonde as a hair color and my nails were clean and healthy. So why would I waste my time on any of that?
Gemma’s mother must’ve overheard her, because she’d suddenly joined us as well. She flashed a conspiring grin at Adaline before looking at me. “It’s important to make time to take care of yourself, Ruby. Besides, what’s more fun than a good girls’ day out being pampered?”
Uh, how about spending the day in the library getting ahead of next week’s classes? Or maybe even going to the dentist for a root canal? Pretty much anything, really.
“Thanks for the reminder, Pat,” I said to my aunt instead of giving her my real answer. Picking up my glass, I drained the rest of my drink in one go and unfolded my legs from underneath me to get up. “I need a refill. Anyone else?”
They all shook their heads, but I still had the excuse I needed to make my getaway. With my empty glass in hand, I headed to the kitchen and ignored it when I heard them giggling after I left. I loved my family, but they were very different people to me.
When I walked into the kitchen, I almost turned around and walked right back out when I found two of my uncles locked in a discussion. Unfortunately, one of them spotted me before I could flee and roped me in.
“Ruby is studying to be a doctor,” he said, closing his fingers over my shoulder to physically pull me into their argument. “Maybe she can clear this up for us.”
“She’s only a freshman,” my other uncle argued. “The only thing freshmen know how to do is party.”
I bit my tongue. Both of them knew I wasn’t a party girl and that I wasn’t on track to become a doctor. Nursing and physiotherapy were my main areas of focus, but I wasn’t about to reopen that can of worms.
Thankfully, the uncle who’d been holding onto me let go in order to have his hands free to gesture wildly while I went to get my root beer. The new topic of their debate was whether or not I was even qualified to give an opinion on their original debate.
When they very graciously decided that they’d hear me out, I sighed internally but went to join them at the counter anyway. What followed was essentially a lecture—to me—on the laws surrounding the practice of nursing and the ethical codes. All of which I knew. Inside out and back to front.
Not that it mattered. I never got a word in edgewise with them. They’d both always been idiots, and they refused to acknowledge that any of us kids might have become just a little bit smarter than them over the years.
I finally managed to extricate myself from them by shaking my empty glass at them. “I need to pop to the bathroom. See you later.”
Skipping out before they could stop me, I made a dash for the guest toilet downstairs and locked myself in. After splashing some water on my face, I took a deep breath and lifted my head to look out of the window.
It’d been snowing outside all day, but the night was crystal clear. The stars were bright and while I was already keen on going to bed, I was looking forward to the bonfire outside later. It was too lame even for me to crawl into bed before the clock struck twelve on New Year’s Eve.
Only a few more nights, then I’ll be back on campus and back to my usual routine. Just the thought was enough to give me the strength to go back out and face my family again.
After drifting between rooms for a while, I went into the backyard with my dad to light the bonfire. He pulled me close and kissed the top of my head. “I’m proud of you, kiddo.”
“Thanks, Daddy.” I snuggled into his side, enjoying his familiar embrace for another minute before it was time for us to head back inside to fetch everyone else.
Eventually, after what felt like an age and a half, the countdown was over and I could finally go to bed. I dragged myself up the stairs to my bedroom, which was exactly as I’d left it before I’d gone off to Edgewater a few months ago, and changed into my pajamas.
Once I was tucked into bed, I reread an email on my phone that I’d received earlier this week and smiled to myself in the darkness. It was messages like this from one of my professors that made all the hard work worth it.
I still couldn’t believe it, but it was right there in black and white. Professor Jones had written to tell me that my performance so far had been incredible and that, if I could keep it up in the coming months, he’d put in a good word for me. A good word that would mean I could get fast-tracked and graduate a whole semester early.
The idea of it appealed majorly to me. While I knew there were a lot of people hellbent on making their college careers a marathon and not a sprint, I wasn’t one of them. The sooner I could get into the real world and start working to make a difference, the better.
Letting out a contented sigh, I locked my phone’s screen and hugged the device to my chest. The email meant everything to me. It was the biggest reason why I’d turned down Hadley’s last minute invite for me to join them.
I couldn’t wait to get back to where I belonged, which was the hallowed halls of Edgewater University. Winter break felt much too long. I was ready to dive back into my studies, and I was all about doing it as soon as I humanly could.
October 14, 2021
Wicked Plans Cover Reveal
Happy Thursday, the weekend is in sight. I'm so excited to show off the latest book in my Ivy League Series. Check out the sexy cover for Wicked Plans.
BLURB:
Focusing on my future is getting harder and harder with the campus bad boy wanting all of me.
He’s not just bad either. There’s a darkness in him I don’t want in my life.
Yet, I’m drawn to him like a moth to the flame.
Messy black hair. Piercing green eyes. Sinfully sexy with rockstar appeal.
He’s the poster child for hot, broken and rich.
Stay away ladies. This bastard is the most notorious student on campus.
His rich, ivy league heritage has everyone pre-judging him. And maybe they should.
But, as always with the worst guy in the room, there’s more to him than meets the eye.
I have plans for a big future, and they don’t include him.
He’s got other ideas though… Wicked, wicked plans.
