FROM IDEA TO INK
He was drafted to make an appearance. She promised a friend she’d go. Then the fated question, “Is this seat taken?”
FOCUS ON THE STORY
Yvonne showed me women can be beautiful, intelligent, cunning, selfish, and evil. All rolled up in the same one physically appealing human being. I swore, I would never live my father’s life. I would never be manipulated.
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“Can you think of a guy you’d consider dating? Anyone at all because I sure as shit can’t.” In a split second a smile flashes in front of my eyes and halts my end of the conversation.
“There is, isn’t there?!”
Please note: Excerpts may contain mature themes, language, or situations intended for a mature audience.
Elise Brown — She Knows Everett
I wandered into the house, through the foyer and into the kitchen.
“Hello, Grandson. How are you holding up?”
I was sliding onto a stool at the breakfast bar when she asked. The question hit me sideways, and I stared at her—what’s that supposed to mean?
How am I holding up?
I didn’t need to say it. The look on my face said enough.
Introducing Edward Brown—The Man Behind the Legacy
“Everett, are you listening to me?”
Everett took his time answering, focused on his drink. “Mmm.”
Edward sighed, setting down his glass. “You are making a mistake.”
“I’ll handle it.”
“That is not the point. You should not have to.”
Everett exhaled sharply. “You always say mistakes are the best teachers.”
“They are. But only fools pay full price for the lesson.”
Everett smirked. “Is that a nice way of calling me a fool?”
Edward took a slow sip of his whiskey. “I have not decided yet.”
Bré Yarro — A Story of Strength, Passion, and Independence
“Bré, you need to eat.”
She barely looked up from her camera. “I did.”
Max leaned against the counter, arms crossed. “Cinnamon Pop-Tarts don’t count.”
Bré sighed, lowering the camera just enough to meet his stare. “They do when you’re busy.”
“Busy working yourself into the ground?”
She smirked. “Busy making something that matters.”
Max shook his head, pushing a plate toward her. “You can make something that matters after you eat.”
She glanced at the food, then back at him. “This is why you’re my best friend. You enable my bad habits, but at least you feed me first.”
Introducing Everett Brown…Against His Will
Everett leans back in his chair, fingers drumming against the glass of whiskey in front of him. “Love? That’s for poets and people with too much free time.”
Across from him, Edward doesn’t bother looking up from his paper. “And yet, here you are.”
Everett sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, then mutters, “I blame Reid Elliott for this.”