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Act II of Nyra’s Journey

New Adult Romance

Date Published: November 2022

Publisher: PhoenixPhyre

 

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He’s nothing like her hopeful dream—and everything she
wants.

Nyra’s transition from college grad scrambling for her first career
job to full independence is as on track as it can be, these days. With her
new marketing job is going well, even if she’s still living at
home,Nyra’s pretty sure the light at the end of the tunnel is not an
onrushing train.

Still, she gets bored, sometimes. A whimsical decision to take up surfing
brings her together with Tai Abrega, a professional surfer and shaper so
delicious Nyra’s imagination hasn’t even gotten around to
fantasizing about a man like him, yet. Surfing awakens a latent, mystical
connection with the sea along with a driven passion for the man
himself.

But embracing one possibility often demands abandoning another. How can
Nyra fit Tai and the seductive siren song of freedom into her
“safer” vision of perfect? Can she blend her conventional world
with his freespirited lifestyle, or is she doomed to disappointment and
heartbreak? New Adult fans of It Ends with Us and Finding Perfect are sure
to enjoy this upbeat tale of hope.

 

The Year of Maybe Act II of Nyra’s Journey continues the story begun
in Best-Case Scenario.

 

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The darkness inside is almost a physical thing as Tai opens the back door to the shop. Nyra steps in as artificial dawn ripples down from the overhead lights. She’s alone with him now, in his mysterious, secret world.

A row of perhaps three dozen finished surfboards wrapped in plastic fill a rack on the left wall, just inside the door. Brand new, shiny—and ready for shipping. The wall on her right is occupied by a haphazard jumble of dull, clunky white things, faintly reminiscent of surfboards, but…

 “Blanks,” Tai explains, following her eyes. “That’s what surfboards look like before they grow up to become surfboards.” He picks through them, selecting one about seven feet long. “We’ll use this one.”

She gets it now. The energy she feels is Tai’s anticipation. He’s excited. Without asking or needing to know anything more about him, she knows beyond a whisker of doubt that he was born to do this. Tai flips the lights on in the shaping room and drops the blank on a padded, two-legged stand. It’s set in concrete, obviously constructed for shaping delicate blanks into surfboards. He picks up two dust masks, donning one, handing the other to Nyra. 

“If you don’t mind, stand there.” Tai points at the doorway. He plugs his planer into an outlet and tests the connection with a couple quick flicks of the trigger. The symphony of the planer blade biting into urethane foam is a plaintive scream spawning an excited twist in her gut and the corners of her lips curl up beneath her mask as her heart beats faster. An act of pure creation—and a sense of somehow being part of it. 

Foam dust pours from the diverter, coating Tai’s arm in urethane snow as he walks the length of the blank. He reverses direction in fluid, graceful movements. It’s like his dance with the waves, Nyra thinks. Like this morning, as he carved up Windansea. Only now it’s like he’s making love to the blank, creating an almost living thing.

This unfamiliar dance, this symphony she’s never heard before, seeps into her blood. Arousing, sensual—almost sexual. They’d cut their surf session short, as Nyra’s intimidation became evident, but mostly because Tai had to shape another board. Nyra has tagged along, ostensibly to see how surfboards are made. 

After one full pass over the bottom of the blank, Tai sets the planer down on a shelf built into the wall of the shaping room. “That removes the cure crust,” he explains, his voice muffled through his dust mask. “Fortunately, blanks today come out of the mold so close to tolerance, it only takes one pass with the planer. But for this client, I need to add a little more tail rocker.”

“Tail rocker?”

Tai holds the blank up so Nyra’s viewing it from the side. His finger skims the freshly exposed foam. “See the curve along the bottom?”

Nyra nods, suppressing a shiver as she imagines his finger skimming the exposed skin of her neck, rather than the blank he’s shaping.

“That’s called rocker. Rocker and vee combine to determine how maneuverable the board is, how well it paddles, and how fast it is down the line. The guy I’m shaping for today is one of our team riders and he likes extra tail rocker and vee in the last couple feet of his boards for maneuverability.”

“Vee?”

“I’ll show you later,” Tai promises. He flips the board over on the padded shaping stand, retrieves his planer from the bench, and thumbs the trigger to start on the deck.

Nyra slips two fingers under her dust mask to rub her nose. Itchy. Even here by the door, little flecks of pristine white foam are already dusting her arm like snow. It makes her skin look darker. Probably in my hair too, she guesses.

The faded board shorts and sleeveless t-shirt Tai’s wearing leave powerful legs and arms exposed, a study of sinewy, rippling movement. Not for the first time, she wonders if that’s his entire wardrobe. He can pull it off if anyone can.

As Nyra watches him work, curiosity and sensuality get tangled up in her head. When Tai uses the template to draw the outline of the board on the blank, the subdued whisper of pencil evokes another shiver. Immersed in his world, experiencing him in his element—craftsmanship, blended with artistry. 

For the first time, Nyra makes the connection between the subliminal sexuality of the sea, surfing, and surfboards. It’s getting warm in here, she thinks. The August sun beating down on the roof?

Tai removes the excess foam from the blank with a crosscut handsaw, and Nyra’s eyes pinball between what he’s doing and how he looks doing it. There’s a delicious guilty joy to the focused attention she feels. Watching the play of muscles beneath his skin, she imagines using the excuse of brushing the foam from his arms as cover for touching him—for caressing him.

The back door to the shop opens abruptly, bathing Nyra in midmorning sunlight. A man she doesn’t know is backlit in the doorway, looking directly at her. 

“You in here, Tai?” he calls.

Tai joins her in the doorway and waves with the SureForm he’s using to true up the outline of the board he’s just cut out. “Hey, Pepper. I’d like you to meet Nyra.”

An unruly tangle of hair streaked with gray and a weathered face. Pepper looks like he’s spent the last thirty years in a pickle barrel. The age in his face isn’t mirrored in his frame. He’s lean, strong and moves with graceful, almost feline movements.

“Howzit, Nyra?”

“Hi, Pepper.” Nyra pushes her dust mask down and takes the hand he offers. It’s work-rough, but the grip is gentle, almost loving. “I hope I’m not intruding.”

He shakes his head. “Nah. Welcome to my shop. Come to watch Tai shape?”

Nyra nods. “He’s teaching me to surf this summer, and I was…curious.”

Pepper’s lips twist in a knowing smile. “Good. You go out today?”

“For a while,” Nyra says. “A little big for me.”

“Plenty to work with,” he agrees. He turns to Tai. “Mattie’s new stick?”

“Yeah,” Tai says. He waves at the half-finished blank, now recognizably a surfboard in the rough. 

Pepper walks into the shaping room and raises the tail off the shaping stand about a foot, looking down the curve of the outline on both sides. “Sano. Be ready for the airbrushing today?”

“Yeah. I’ll let you know.”

“Perfect. I’m going to go ahead and open the shop.” It’s early, but…” He smiles, shrugs, and leaves them alone.

Tai pulls his dust mask back up and winks at Nyra and switches from fluorescent white light to UVA, then flips the blank deck up. 

Three more passes down both sides, and he’s cut three rail bevels into the foam with his planer. He flips the board back over, adjusts the depth of his planer blade, and takes a couple less aggressive passes in the tail.

“Is that the tail rocker you were talking about?”

“Yep. And the vee.” Tai picks up a straight edge and lays it at right angles to the stringer running down the center of the board. “See how the bottom angles just a little from the middle to the outside edge? That’s called vee. Makes the board easier to turn.”

Tai switches to a padded sanding block. Long, loving passes, more caress than anything take down the uneven lines left by the planer. That’s why the black light! she realizes. The flaws stand out better. 

The longer she watches Tai work, the more sensual—okay, sexual—it all feels to her. Imagining Tai giving her that same focused attention leaves her underarms damp and her skin feeling prickly. The foam dust, she thinks. Maybe… 

“I’m shaping this one for the Islands,” Tai tells her, breaking the silence. “It’ll be perfect for V-land and Rocky Point.”

“You shape for specific breaks?”

“Not usually. But for team riders?” He shrugs. “Mattie has some very specific ideas about how his boards should work.”

“So Pepper has a team, I guess. And Mattie is one of them?”

Tai nods and pushes his dust mask up for a swig from the water bottle he brought with him. He offers her a sip, and she takes it, her fingers caressing his as she takes the bottle from him. Their eyes meet and stick as she hands it back. 

He pulls his mask back down and picks up the sanding block. In another fifteen minutes, he’s finished blending the rail bands around the deck into the rails. He turns the board this way and that, sighting down from the nose.

Another hour transforms the blank into a finished shape, ready for airbrushing, a glass job, and fins. Resting deck up on the shaping stand, it screams speed. 

As Tai sweeps up most of the foam dust toward the back of the shaping room, Nyra studies the board he’s shaped. “So, that’s how boards are made?”

Tai shakes his head and leans the broom into the corner. “Not most of ‘em, anymore. Machines shape most of them to much finer tolerances than can be achieved by hand, other than finish sanding.”

“Then why—” 

“Shape by hand?” Tai finishes for her.

Nyra nods.

“There’ll always be a demand for hand-shaped boards,” Tai says. “Purists love ‘em, for starters. And we mostly learn what works by tinkering with existing shapes, changing one element at a time, then testing them out in the surf.”

“Couldn’t you do that faster by computer?”

Tai laughs. “Maybe. But developing software to run the simulations and manage all the infinite variables?” He shakes his head. “And think about it. The way each surfer rides is as unique as their fingerprint. Like each wave we ride, each surfer is one of a kind.”

Nyra feels a ripple of sensation start just below her heart and shiver its way through her body. God, I want him!

 

About the Author

D. B. Sayers,

Dirk’s path to authorship wasn’t quite an accident, but almost.
Through his two previous careers, first as a Marine officer and subsequently
as a corporate trainer, Dirk started way more stories than he
finished.

But when his employer filed for Chapter 11 in the backwash of the 2008
financial melt-down, he found himself cordially invited to leave and not
return. Out of work and excuses, he focused on finishing his first novel,
West of Tomorrow, while looking for another career position.

Since then, Dirk has written and published Best-Case Scenario, Act I of
Nyra’s Journey a collection of short fiction entitled, Through the
Windshield as well as Tier Zero and Eryinath-5, The Dancer Nebula, Vols. I
& II of the Knolan Cycle.

The Year of Maybe, sequel to Best Case Scenario, is due out in Novemeber
2022.

Dirk also contributes to Medium, blogs on his website, and will accept
editing work, by special request. Besides his work as a writer, he is an
accomplished snow skier, woodworker, photographer and a compulsive gym
rat.

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New Adult Romance

Release Date: September 27, 2022

Publisher: Moving Words Publishing

 

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Stage name. Secret plans. Real love.

Escaping the shadow of my famous rockstar step-father… and the
paparazzi, is how I find myself microphone-in-hand at a bar off campus
wearing a disguise and my heart on my sleeve.

I just want to sing. I need melodies like I need air to breathe. Music
isn’t just some hobby: it’s my everything. And from the moment
Wil steps on that stage next to me, I know my life won’t ever be the
same.

Our connection is instant. We want each other almost as much as we want the
money. He’s in the States on scholarship, and I’m trying to make
my 
way in the industry. We forge an alliance, not knowing the secrets we both
keep.

Even tangled in a duet of lies, we make sense . . . we blend. Together, we
could have it all. Or lose our hearts.

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“No. He’s not my boyfriend. Who has time for that?” Why
am I telling him I’m single? Need to focus. “I hired him to play
the guitar for me.” I raise my splinted fingers and shove them in
front of Wil’s face. “See?”

“Well, that clears that.”

If I expected sympathy from this dude, I didn’t get it.

“I don’t do the girlfriend thing either. Not planning on
starting it now.” He licks his lips like I might be his next meal.
“Jeremiah might have difficulty standing up, so playing an instrument
is bloody unlikely.”

“Dammit.” I know the guy is right.

We both turn to regard the hoodie-clad Jeremiah, currently staring into his
half-empty beer glass as if the golden liquid has the answers to every
mystery in life.

“What did you say your name was?” Wil’s molten stare
focuses on my eyes then my mouth, as if he were ready to catch whatever
tumbles out next. And I wish I were here for fun. Hot, kiss-worthy
fun.

“El. El Vella.” My voice sounds raspier than normal.

His eyes flash back to mine. Something switches in them. He re-surveys me,
and his demeanor changes. The relaxed flirty vibe drops as fast as the last
note of Dad’s latest hit. He loses his smile, the fire in his eyes
gone, and for reasons I can’t understand, I miss it already.

Wil leans in like he’s going to kiss me, his fiery breath tickling my
ear instead. Is this his signature move? Is he going to ask me out? Would I
say yes? Goosebumps run down my arms, and my heart rises to my throat.

“I know who you are.”

 

About the Author

Willa Drew

Willa Drew is not one, but two writers of fun, flirty fiction full of
feels.

Lovers of emotional scenes (don’t tell anyone: someone always cries
as we write them), dramatic scenarios (don’t blame us, the characters
insisted) and the best the world has to offer like eclairs and butter tarts
(don’t ask us to share, but we’ll point you to the
recipes).

Our young adult and new adult romances have every flavor. Angst?
Check.

Secrets? Of course. Risk taking? You bet. Expect slow burns, heart
flutters, soul mates, first loves, and swoon worthy kisses.

 

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The Unforgettable Series, Book 1

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New Adult Romance

Date Published: August 25, 2022 (2nd Edition)

Publisher: Frey Dreams

 

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It’s the summer before her senior year of high school and Bree Summers
wants nothing more than to spend it with her friends and get to know her new
crush a little better. Unfortunately, things don’t always go as planned.
Bree’s parents send her to her grandmother’s house on a lake in Maine for
the whole summer. Although she’s not happy, Bree loves spending time with
her grandmother and tries to make the best of it.

One morning, when she gets ready to take her kayak out, she stumbles upon
one of her neighbors, meeting gorgeous, active and playful Christian Emory.
The two soon find they want to spend as much time together as possible,
cherishing every moment before their unforgettable summer comes to an
end.

What will happen at the end of the summer when Christian leaves for College
and Bree has to return home for one more year of high school to find her
world has turned completely upside down? Will unforeseen circumstances keep
them apart or will they be able to find their way back to each other?

 

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Chapter 2

 

The next morning, I wake up just as the sky begins lightening and softly groan. It must be way too early to get up! I stretch my arms above my head about to go back to sleep when I roll over and blink a few times. Realizing where I am, I startle myself awake and push myself out of bed wanting to get out on the lake.

Making my way over to my dresser, I pull out my new pale pink and chocolate brown bikini and quickly strip out of my pajamas and throw it on. I love the colors with my pale skin and chestnut brown hair. Since I was such a late bloomer, it’s also the first summer I actually have enough in my bathing suit to fill out a bikini and I want to show it off, even it’s just for me. I don’t think I’m “the shit” or anything, but I’m comfortable with myself. I guess you could say I have my good days and bad days. I throw an old pair of jean shorts over the top of my suit, slip my feet into my black and white flip flops and rush out to the kitchen.

Reaching for a notepad and pen, I quickly scrawl out a note to Gram. I don’t want her to worry.

 

“Good morning, Grandma,

I left to go kayaking. I’ll be back soon. I love you!

Love, Bree.”

 

I place a rubber band around my wrist to throw my hair up later and slip out the back door, making my way down to the lake where my green kayak sits waiting. As I pick my life jacket up out of the center of the kayak I hear light splashing, signaling either an animal in the water or someone might be paddling close by.

Quietly, I step towards the shore and freeze with my mouth hanging open. Through the trees I see the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen and he’s no scrawny fifteen-year-old! He seems to already have a nice golden tan. His light brown hair has sun-kissed blonde highlights hanging messily, but perfect just above his eyebrows. Sunlight begins peeking up on the other side of the lake and seems to be reflecting off him, making him appear to be shimmering. He’s so close to the shore I can actually see his muscles rippling from his miniscule movements, with his arms bare and then hiding underneath a light blue t-shirt.

I concentrate on closing my mouth and squinting to see if I can tell what color his eyes might be when he stops and places his paddle on top of his blue kayak and starts looking around the lake. That’s when it happens. I guess I’ve been unconsciously inching closer to the lake, and I step too close to a wet, slimy rock. Awkwardly, I slip and lean forward with my arms swinging, trying to catch my balance. Letting out a helpless squeal, I lean too far and fall unceremoniously into the lake with a splash.

As I lift my head, sputtering, a loud chuckle erupts from what I can only assume is the beautiful boy in the boat. I look up, completely mortified and glare, red as a cherry tomato, with my face feeling like it’s on fire! He smiles, taking my breath away as he gestures to my life jacket. “You know, even if you can’t swim, the water is only about a foot and a half deep there,” he advises playfully.

My whole body begins to boil with embarrassment as I continue to glare at him while he inches closer. He easily jumps out of his kayak holding out his hand to help me up, still grinning. “It’s okay. I won’t push you back in,” he teases. I reluctantly reach for his offered hand. He pulls me up a little too hard and I bump into his chest. His muscles tense as I plant my free hand on his chest in attempt to brace myself from impact. “Sorry about that,” he mumbles, smirking at me, not appearing sorry at all.

I feel tingles shoot from our connected fingers all the way down to my toes as I finally meet his gaze. “Blue,” I mumble, staring into his eyes. Inhaling quickly, I begin to panic, seeing the strange look he gives me. “I mean thanks,” I quickly amend. Jerking my hand away, I take a step back, and almost lose my balance again, but he grabs my elbow, steadying me. “Thanks. I was just about to head out in my kayak.”

“Don’t you need a kayak for that?” he questions, smiling wryly. I narrow my eyes at him again and gesture to my kayak back on the bank behind the trees as I gather my now somewhat wet hair up into a ponytail. He guides his kayak towards the shore and jumps out of the water, grabbing mine before I’m even done with my hair.

“I can do that,” I call out.

“I’m sure you can,” he concedes, his smirk still on his gorgeous face. I just stare at him as he slides my kayak effortlessly into the water over the rocks.

“We have a ramp right there, so you don’t have to pull it over the rocks,” I inform him, pointing towards the ramp.

“Yeah, but you’re already in the water over here,” he observes, glancing at the ramp and back over to me allowing his eyes to quickly sweep down my body giving me goose bumps. “How about some company? I can show you around the lake,” he suggests, smiling even broader.

I can’t stop my laugh from escaping. “I know my way around pretty well, thanks.”

“Well, then, can you show me around a little more? I’ve only been here for a short time, and I would love to know some of the secret spots around here,” he proposes, raising his eyebrows in question.

I roll my eyes and grin. “Ok. I just like to take it slow in the mornings though if that’s okay with you. I usually go along the shore and kind of check everything out. I was going to watch the sunrise, but I guess I’m too late for that now,” I acknowledge, crinkling my nose as I look out at the already rising sun across the lake.

“Is that why you jumped right into the lake without your kayak?” he taunts, smirking. I roll my eyes again, not bothering to respond. “I’m Christian, by the way,” he introduces himself, reaching his hand towards me with a full-watt smile. My breath catches in my throat. I dig my toes into the muddy bottom and take a deep breath to keep myself from falling over as I slowly reach for his hand. “And you are?” he prompts.

“Sorry,” I mumble, shaking my head at my awkwardness. “I’m Bree. I guess I wasn’t expecting to see anyone this morning. I’m still waking up,” I claim, hoping he’ll buy my lame excuse.

“Bree, I like that,” he mumbles thoughtfully. “Is that short for anything?”

“Briann,” I confirm with a nod.

Suddenly, I realize I’m staring into his electrifying ice blue eyes again with his large hand still holding mine. I quickly drop my gaze and tug my hand away, turning to step into my kayak as a blush consumes me once again from head to toe. I see him watching me get in out of the corner of my eye before climbing back into his own kayak. “So, where to Bree?” he prods, still grinning.

I take a deep breath to calm my trembling hands, then another, hoping my voice won’t come out shaky. “Where were you coming from?” He points behind us and I suggest, “Then, let’s keep going this way.”

I dip my paddle into the water and a chill goes through me, my whole body shuddering. “Are you okay?” he questions.

“Just cold,” I retort, not wanting to give him too much.

He nods and smiles mischievously, his eyes sparkling. “Let me know if you need anything to warm up.” Afraid to respond, not quite sure if his comment was all that innocent, I just nod my head, listening as his chuckle rumbles over the water. The sound has tingles practically consuming my whole body.

After a few minutes, he breaks the silence. “So, how do you know the lake so well? I haven’t seen you around here at all this past month.”

I almost breathe a sigh of relief, grateful with the change of topic. “My grandma lives here,” I inform him, pointing back to her house. “I’ve spent every summer with her since I was nine.”

“I think I’ve seen your grandma. So, you’re here for the whole summer?” he probes, arching his eyebrow in question. I nod my head in confirmation. “Well, it looks like my summer just got a whole lot better,” he happily admits, giving me another heart-melting smile.

Heat slams into me with his compliment, my whole body flushing from head to toe. “What about you? Where are you from?” I question, trying to move the attention away from me.

He pauses like he’s contemplating his answer before he responds. “All over really; most recently Maryland and now here before I leave for college. We move around a lot for my dad’s job. Every couple years he seems to get a promotion that comes with a move.”

“That must be hard.”

He shrugs. “You get used to it and now I’m off to college, so I guess after this summer it won’t matter much anyway.”

“Where are you going to college?”

“University of Southern Maine. I like it up here.” We paddle quietly for a few minutes. Then he glances at me, asking, “What about you?” I must look confused because he grins and prompts, “Future plans?”

I nod my head in understanding and inform him, “I have one more year left of high school and then I’d like to come back this way as well. University of Southern Maine is actually where I’d like to go, if I get in. I want to be close to my grandma and they have a ton of programs to choose from,” I explain. To myself, I can’t help but think it’s also far away from my parents. It’s not like they’re ever around anyway.

“They’d be crazy not to accept you,” he claims, quietly. I blush again in response and quickly look the other way. “So, are there any secret coves or something like that around here?”

 

About the Author

Nikki A Lamers

Nikki A Lamers has always had a passion for reading and writing, especially
romance. She grew up in Wisconsin with her sister, mom, and dad. She always
loved reading romance books and watching romance movies with her dad,
something they both enjoyed. After college she lived in Florida for a few
years working at the “Happiest Place on Earth,” where she met
her husband. She now lives on Long Island in New York with her husband and
two kids. When she’s not working on her books, she also works with
scripts, on and off set. She spends her free time reading or hanging out
with friends and family. She would love to spend more time traveling,
visiting new places and meeting new people as well as continue creating
stories, each of her characters becoming part of her family.

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The Unforgettable Series, Book 1

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New Adult Romance

Date Published: August 25, 2022 (2nd Edition)

Publisher: Frey Dreams

 

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It’s the summer before her senior year of high school and Bree Summers
wants nothing more than to spend it with her friends and get to know her new
crush a little better. Unfortunately, things don’t always go as planned.
Bree’s parents send her to her grandmother’s house on a lake in Maine for
the whole summer. Although she’s not happy, Bree loves spending time with
her grandmother and tries to make the best of it.

One morning, when she gets ready to take her kayak out, she stumbles upon
one of her neighbors, meeting gorgeous, active and playful Christian Emory.
The two soon find they want to spend as much time together as possible,
cherishing every moment before their unforgettable summer comes to an
end.

What will happen at the end of the summer when Christian leaves for College
and Bree has to return home for one more year of high school to find her
world has turned completely upside down? Will unforeseen circumstances keep
them apart or will they be able to find their way back to each other?

 

About the Author

Nikki A Lamers

Nikki A Lamers has always had a passion for reading and writing, especially
romance. She grew up in Wisconsin with her sister, mom, and dad. She always
loved reading romance books and watching romance movies with her dad,
something they both enjoyed. After college she lived in Florida for a few
years working at the “Happiest Place on Earth,” where she met
her husband. She now lives on Long Island in New York with her husband and
two kids. When she’s not working on her books, she also works with
scripts, on and off set. She spends her free time reading or hanging out
with friends and family. She would love to spend more time traveling,
visiting new places and meeting new people as well as continue creating
stories, each of her characters becoming part of her family.

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New Adult Romance

Date Published 05-03-2021

  

Scarlett Camden met her Prince Charming-Harvard bound, Michael, the first
week of her sophomore year. Her life went from less than mediocre to
something resembling epic. With her new best friend, Jade’s help, she
managed to transform from the quiet girl no one remembered to the
most-envied girl at their private school, Philips Kimball Academy. But
things took unexpected turns.

Looks were more than deceiving. Life became unpredictable and
unchangeable.

What happened behind closed doors and away from intrusive eyes was anything
but the fairytale everyone assumed she was living.

Years later, her past collides with her present life. Once again, her world
gets thrown into a whirlwind filled with painful memories, unforgivable
crimes of lust, and the loss of hope. Devastation and regrets.

This is the story of first love and loss. Lies and lust weaved into a web
too big to escape.

Will Scarlett’s web of lies keep her terminally trapped by her committed
sins when she was practically a child, or will forgiveness grant her a happy
ever ending filled?

 

EXCERPT

It’s okay, you don’t have to talk to me.” Michael chuckled. They continued walking hand in hand. She looked over at him and saw him staring up into the night’s darkness. 

“I’m sorry. I just don’t know what to say.” 

“You don’t make a habit of taking late-night strolls with guys with bad intentions?” he surmised. 

“I don’t.” She paused. “Does that mean you have bad intentions?” 

“Abso-freaking-lutely.” 

“That makes me pretty unlucky.” 

“I’ll be a gentleman for thee shy lady, Scarlett.” 

Scarlett smiled, feeling warm and giddy all over. 


About the Author

Bree McKennedy is the pseudonym of a published author that wanted to break
out of the cookie cutter world she was writing in. After completing a BDSM
trilogy and being begged to continue on, she had to take a mental break. She
looked around and saw misery and good intentions that led people straight to
the gates of hell. After waking up in the middle of the night, from a dream,
the character of Addison evolved.

Bree is happily married to a wonderful and loving man. They have two
children and an overly mothering cat. She spends her days with psychiatric
patients among the gamut. Her first love will always be healing the sick,
nurturing the wounded and showing compassion in the field of nursing. At
night, she taps keys on a keyboard or puts a pen to paper creating story
lines that will pull someone in on an emotional level.

Bree is a self-proclaimed “lover of the dark and tragic.”

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