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Total pages in book: 97
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Their kisses taste as sweet as candy. Professor John Boynton is the kind of man that every woman loves. He’s gorgeous, with thick black hair, blue eyes, and a commanding pointer that makes me gasp. Our teaching assistant for the class, Mark Kingham, is just as amazing. He uses a laser pointer instead of a wooden pole, but it’s just as thick and powerful. One day, I swing by Professor Boynton’s office hours and catch John and Mark together, with their muscular arms wrapped around one another and a lot more going on as well. WHAT?!?!?! But even crazier, the two men invite me to join them! Holy hotness, my head is going to explode! But what happens when I get pregnant with their baby? Will John and Mark welcome our child, or will I get an F in the class?
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Mari

I stare at the paper in my hands, the bright red B in the corner mocking me.

I don’t understand how this could have happened. I understand The Scarlet Letter. I read it five times in high school and then again when my professor assigned it for class. This paper was the easiest one I’ve written for a class. It should have gotten me an A.

Instead, the professor gave me a B.

I’m tempted to tear the essay in half. It’s not like I need it anymore. It’s worthless. An A, I would have saved. But a B belongs in the trash.

I’ve never gotten a B on a paper before.

College is harder than high school; I understand that. For the most part, I thought I was killing it, the same way I did in high school. The grade on this paper proves I’m not as good as I thought.

My stomach sinks, and my mouth tastes acrid. Was coming to NYU a mistake? The classes here are challenging. I’ve been doing well in my English Literature class so far, but my general education classes have been hard. Of course, I haven’t gotten a B in any of those classes yet. The only B I’ve gotten so far has been in English Lit, and that’s a course directly relevant to my major.

Damnit. Does this mean I’ve chosen the wrong major?

I love English; I’ve always had my nose in a book. When I told my parents I wanted to focus on English Lit, they said they already knew I would based on my love of the written word. Of course, they’re worried about my potential job prospects after graduation, but even with that concern, they agree it’s the only major that makes sense for me.

But if I can’t even get an A on a paper about a book I’ve practically memorized, then maybe I’m wrong about majoring in English Lit. Maybe I’m wrong about everything.

Uncertain, I blow out a breath and toss the essay on my bed. I’m embarrassed that I didn’t get a better grade on the assignment. I thought my assessment of Hester’s impossible choice was a novel, unique take on the book.

Picking up the paper again, I read over the first page. It’s well written, or at least I thought it was. In it, I talk about how Hester thought her husband was dead, so she made the choice to fall in love with someone else, but it wasn’t an easy decision for her. I think Hester knew her husband could return, which is why she kept her affair as secretive as possible.

Hester made all kinds of choices that made sense for her personally, even though the townspeople didn’t understand them. Everyone makes choices, often out of pressure from others. In my paper, I praise Hester for not caring what the townspeople thought.

Maybe that’s the problem with my paper. When The Scarlet Letter was written, going against the norm was a punishable offense. Hence, the scarlet letter Hester was forced to wear.

Maybe I should wear a letter on my breast too. A “B” for boring because the paper I thought was exciting clearly didn’t have the same impression on my professor.

Holding the paper up against my chest, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I look ridiculous. The sight makes me laugh to myself, which is a lot better than the self-pity I’ve been wallowing in since my professor handed back our papers.

“What the hell are you doing, crazy?”

I look up to find my roommate standing in the doorway to our small two-person space. I was so distracted by the paper that I didn’t hear the door open.

Jessica is looking at me like I’ve lost it. I suppose it’s not normal for someone to be holding a paper against their chest while laughing maniacally.

“I got a B on my Scarlet Letter essay.”

“So?” Jessica asks, still staring at me. “I got a C. A B is a good grade, Mari.”

“Not for me!”

Jessica rolls her perfect blue eyes. Not only is she my roommate, but she is also my best friend and has been since elementary school. Since we both were accepted to NYU, it’s only natural that we share a cramped dorm room so small that our beds practically touch.

“You care way too much about your grades, Mari. You’re stressed all of the time. A little fun would do you some good.”

“Your version of fun isn’t my version of fun. We both know that, Jess.”

She just laughs. “That’s true, but come on, Mari. You’re freaking out over a B. Do you know how happy I would be if I got a B on a paper?”

“You could do well in school if you tried,” I say with a wry smile.

Jessica shrugs.

“I just don’t see the point. My dad made a fortune and he didn’t even finish high school. As a result, I don’t want to waste time on stuff that I know is pointless.”

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Sugar and Spice taste so nice, especially when the two flavors are mixed together. I’m a romance author who’s never been with a man. It’s crazy since I write over-the-top steamy scenes that would make you gasp with shock and pleasure. But one day, my dream comes true. Kade and Brandon are two handsome male models who make my mouth water. They’re built like Greek gods with wide shoulders, broad chests, and two certain somethings that make me beg for more. Even better, one tastes like sugar, and the other spice. But can we make it work after I discover I’m pregnant with their baby?
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Jane

It’s an odd thing – to be a romance writer with no real romantic experience. But here I am, a twenty-five year-old wallflower finding success in writing steamy erotic romance novels. I have an active imagination that is fueled by reading quality erotica and watching a dirty video online every so often, so I’m not completely ignorant as to what happens between the sheets. Given that I’m doing relatively well in the world of erotic literature, I’d venture to say that my readers enjoy what I imagine. The super-hot, crazy billionaire with an alpha-male personality is always romance gold. Heck, I’d like to meet someone like that myself one day.

But over the years, I’ve learned that readers are often quite curious about the authors they read. If they like you, then they’ll eat up your biography and buy every one of your books. But if they found out that Jane Morgan, erotic romance writer, is an inexperienced virgin … well, that would be very interesting, to say the least.

Which is why I’m a little nervous to be at this romance convention in Vegas. It’s going to be filled with hard-core readers who know exactly what they’re talking about.

“How do you find inspiration?” or “Is there someone that gives you ideas for scenes?” are questions that I know I’ll be fielding at this convention, but I can’t exactly tell them that I’ve never so much as seen a man’s rod in person, let alone deep throat it. I’ve thought about making up a boyfriend – he’s absolutely gorgeous in my mind – and telling the convention goers that he’s the source of my inspiration. But what if it goes wrong? And if I’m being honest, I find it hard to believe a truly handsome man would go for a thick and curvy girl like myself. Not many men go for the plump body that I sport because it’s a far cry from the stick thin figures gracing the covers of magazines.

Sure, I’ve come a long way from the lonely student that wrote steamy fiction in her spare time, or even from the dead-tired waitress that stayed up well into the night crafting filthy scenes from the depths of her mind, but the potential questions really make me nervous. What if readers ask detailed questions about my experiences in bed? What will I say?

I’ve thought about telling a vague truth: I have an active imagination. It’s technically true, but it lacks the sexy lifestyle that my readers likely imagine of me. They want someone glamorous like Danielle Steele or Jackie Collins. They would be disappointed to find out that my steamy scenes are concocted from basically thin air, and that I’m making it all up. It takes the zip out of things.

Maybe I’ll go with the third option and tell the fans that I can’t reveal my sources. This is a safe option, but it is a total buzzkill. I hate to disappoint the people who love my work, especially since by nature, I’m a people-pleaser. It’s weird to behave like a top secret agent, when really, I just want my readers to be happy.

A knock on my hotel door pulls me from my reverie and opening it reveals my best friend and publicist, Mattie. She’s my complete opposite in appearance and I know that if we hadn’t been paired up as college roommates freshman year, I never would have thought to be friends. She’s beautiful in a Vogue cover kind of way – legs a mile long and long blonde hair thrown carelessly over her shoulder in beachy waves. With the way she looks, people never assume that Mattie would have a heart of gold, but she’s the nicest person I know. She flashes me a smile and makes her way into my room.

“Time to get ready! We’re going to the hotel bar.” Mattie is practically bouncing. Her personality comes out a lot when she gets excited and she’s been excited for this Vegas trip for weeks, even if it’s for work.

“Jeans and a t-shirt aren’t good enough for a hotel bar?” I ask with confusion. It’s what I’m most comfortable in, after all.

“No. Absolutely not. Cocktail dress. The hot blue one. Chop, chop, Jane.”

I sigh and accept defeat. Mattie doesn’t have to work hard to convince me of anything because she’s pretty much always right when it comes to clothes. Maybe this is an extra-fancy bar and I’d look out of place in my jeans and sneakers.

Sighing, I grab a navy dress from the hanger in the closet and move to the bathroom to get changed. Mattie smiles encouragingly at me as I close the door. I know she doesn’t care if I were to change in front of her, but there’s something hugely vulnerable about changing in front of a person with a body of a goddess. My thick thighs and round belly don’t compare to the smooth planes and tight butt that Mattie has worked hard for.

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I met him at a naughty party where people do more than just play.   My friend invited me to a party one summer.  It was supposed to be just another shindig with drunk boys and lots of beer.  But when I got there, my eyebrows went up because this wasn’t just any get together …  This was a party where people were doing that in full view.  My jaw dropped to the floor.  My inhibitions flew out the door.  And soon, I was doing that too. Hunter’s got wide shoulders, a broad chest and a Tall Boy that makes my mouth water.  OMG, it was so wrong.  How could I?  But now, it turns out that Hunter’s my stepbrother. What do we do now that I’m expecting his baby?
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Frankie

“You’re joking, right?” I ask, half-wondering if I misheard her and half-wondering if all the non-stop partying has finally made Jenny lose her mind completely.

“Come on, Frankie,” she says, a wicked grin already spreading on her pretty face. “Don’t tell me it doesn’t sound interesting.”

“‘Interesting’ isn’t the word I would use, Jenny,” I reply, hoping my tone conveys my skepticism. Interesting is how I would describe a new exhibit at the art museum. Interesting is how I would describe last semester’s class on the ancient Roman legal system. It’s not, however, the word I would use to describe a massive house party being thrown on the other side of town, on a night I would normally spend catching up on my Netflix queue and drinking my weight in Diet Coke.

“You’re seriously not even a little curious?” Jenny presses, staring at me with her big blue eyes. Jenny Pack has been my best friend since grade school, the vivacious counterpart to my more reserved personality. As time has passed, that difference between us has only seemed to grow, but that hasn’t stopped us from remaining fast friends through the cliques, drama, and gossip of first middle, and then high school. And now she’s doing exactly what she always does: trying to rope me into her shenanigans.

“Jenny,” I say, leaning back on the couch, “just because you don’t want to go by yourself, that doesn’t mean you’re dragging me along.”

“Hey, I never said that,” Jenny protests, feigning offense as she sweeps a lock of platinum blonde hair out of her face. She’s curvy, like me, and carries her weight like a plus-size model. I, on the other hand… Well, let’s just say there’s a reason I haven’t ever gotten naked in front of a guy before.

“No,” I reply, examining my nails, “but you were going to. You were gearing up for it. I can tell.”

“Damn, Frankie,” she says, crossing her arms, “you really know how to take the air out of my sails, do you know that?”

“Well, someone has to,” I shoot back, grinning at her, and she returns my smile.

For all our differences, Jenny and I banter as well now as we did when we were kids. I think that’s part of the reason our friendship lasted after high school. We’re opposites, but in a way that complement each other. Jenny is outgoing and vivacious, whereas I’m nerdy and introverted, but it works out. We still have a lot of commonalities, even though I left for college while Jenny’s stayed here in our hometown.

Plus, college has been a boon to me. I’ve always been fascinated by history for as long as I can remember. Back in school, when the other kids were doodling in textbooks and passing notes, I was always the one asking questions, writing things down, and engaging with the material. That’s not to say I’m a genius by any means, but it was what solidified my desire to go to college somewhere with a killer history program. I ended up leaving my childhood home to study at Berkeley, while she stayed here in Granite Heights to attend community college and party her ass off.

Not that I can blame her or anything. If I had half of Jenny’s charisma and charm, or half of her comfort in her own body, I would probably be out there partying with her. But I don’t. I’m just a curvy twenty-year-old girl with mousy brown hair and, in my opinion, equally dishwater brown eyes. I’ve never had sex - never even had a boyfriend, actually (unless you count Dylan Rogers back in fifth grade, but that lasted all of about a week). So far, I’ve stayed away from the social scene, maintaining a small group of friends but otherwise keeping to myself. Sometimes, I wonder what the other girls are doing: the wild ones who always seem to come home with flushed cheeks and their hair askew. But then I get into another good book, and the wondering stops. They’re probably having too much fun, while I’m still safe with my Heathcliffs and Mr. Darcys

Which brings us back to the current situation. Jenny is staring at me again, like she’s sizing me up, and I can feel myself starting to itch under her gaze.

“What is it?” I ask. “You’re giving me that look again.”

“Oh, nothing,” Jenny replies, staring out the living room window. Her eyes still have that glint in them. “I was just thinking how unfortunate it would be to miss out on an opportunity to hang out. You know, since it’s your first week back and everything.”

“Oh, jeez,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re pulling the guilt trip card. We’ve got the whole summer, Jenny! We-”

“Come on, please? I know this really great party going on.” All pretenses are out the window now. She’s begging me at this point, and I can already tell she’s not going to let it go. “Just for a few minutes. We can show up, check it out, and if we’re not feeling it, we’ll leave. Let’s at least try. Please?” She puts her hands under her chin, batting her eyelashes and eliciting a chuckle from me.

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On my bucket list – to be with two men. I’ve always had a bucket list of things I want to do before I’m thirty. One of those items is being loved by two men. Maybe it’s strange, but I decide to go for it. I hire two alpha males from a website that specializes in this kind of thing. But when Raider and Ryan show up, the breath exits my body in a whoosh because they’re gorgeous. My two male escorts are huge and growly, with penetrating blue eyes and six pack abs that make my mouth water. They’ve got sculpted biceps and war hammers that would make a Viking tremble. Not only that, but they into each other too. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. But a bucket list is a bucket list, and permanence was never part of the bargain. Ryan and Raider are hired guns, and our encounter was only supposed to be a one-time thing. So what happens when the two alpha males discover I’m having their baby? Will they want to be daddies, or will this remain a one-time fling? Our feisty heroine finds out that CURVES are exactly what these handsome, gorgeous alpha males are looking for. Even better, Raider and Ryan are looking to become daddies, and Amy is just the sassy woman they have in mind. Warning: Swords cross in this story, but you'll enjoy the drama. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA for my readers!
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Amy

My friend Carly twirls her hair around her pencil.

“Hmm,” she muses. “This could be fun. What are the things you want to do before you die?”

I make a face at her.

“Carly, we’re only twenty-two. Why do you have to be so morbid? Dying is really far away.”

Carly nods thoughtfully.

“You’re right,” she says. “Let’s not say before we die. Let’s say before we hit thirty. I mean, people who are thirty are practically geriatric by then. I hear that’s when you start getting wrinkles and gray hair.”

I shake my head at her.

“Carly, I’m already starting to get a couple of greys. Look,” I say, taking a lock of my blonde hair in hand and separating the strands to show her. “See? Here’s one right here.”

My friends merely phhs! through her teeth.

“Amy, you’re so blonde that your hair is a pale gold. No one can even tell if you have white hairs. Plus, it looks good, like Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones. I heard lots of girls are dying their hair white to try and look like Daenerys.”

I scrunch my nose.

“Like whom?”

Carly shrugs.

“I heard Katie McMillan over in Delta Tau Rho bleached her hair in order to achieve that white look. Also, Jessica Chen from Mu Nu Nu did the same.”

I stare at her, flabbergasted.

“But Jessica Chen is Asian! How in the world did she get her hair a pale blonde? She must have gone from a really dark, inky black to almost white. How is that even possible?”

Carly shrugs.

“Who knows? Industrial strength bleach, I guess. It’s probably caustic as hell, but trust me, it worked. I saw her two weeks ago, and Jessica has a really model-esque, editorial look to her now. Plus, she’s dating Cal Baxter, who actually looks like Khal Drogo from Game of Thrones. You know, that huge beast of a man played by Jason Momoa. Mmmmm.”

A hot shiver runs down my spine. I don’t watch Game of Thrones, but I definitely know who Jason Momoa is, and that guy is H-O-T. I’d love to be locked up in a cage with him, if it means he’ll ravish me while making the cage walls shake.

Carly shoots me a knowing look.

“Oh yeah, girl. Jessica’s got her man, and it’s her hair that worked the magic. I bet bagging a Jason Momoa-type was on her bucket list, and that’s why she did it. Beauty is pain,” she adds loftily. But then Carly turns to me with a sassy smile. “So what’s on your bucket list?” my friend prompts. “It can be anything. Let your imagination go wild.”

I chew on my pen.

“I want to get a dog,” I say matter-of-factly. “My mom and dad were so strict growing up, so we could never get pets. They said since we have five kids in the family, dogs and cats would just be another hindrance to traveling. So I want to get a dog before I’m thirty. Maybe one of those designer ones with the weird names like Goldendoodle or Yorkie-poo.”

But instead of nodding and jotting that down, Carly merely lets out another huge sigh. We’re sprawled on her dorm room bed, and she rolls her eyes before practically throwing her book across the room in exasperation.

“Are you kidding, girlfriend?” she asks.

I stare at her.

“No, why? I’ve always wanted a dog, ever since I was little. I’m a dog person, and not a cat one. I hear there’s even a café near campus that just opened where you can bring your dog inside. That’s not very common because of hygiene standards and city health restrictions.”

Carly merely narrows her eyes at me again, her gaze practically shooting daggers.

“Are you for real?” she finally manages. “Seriously?”

I nod.

“Yes, of course. Why, do you hate dogs? Are you allergic?”

Carly scrunches her pert nose.

“No, but sometimes you’re just so boring, Amy. Honestly, we’re making a bucket list of things to do before we hit thirty, and you’re talking about getting a pet dog? What’s wrong with you?”

I shoot her a puzzled look.

“Well, it’s something I’ve always wanted! We’re living in the dorms now, so it’s not like I can get one. It’s a real goal to shoot for, and to make things even better, it’s attainable. It’s not like I’m looking to walk on the moon or something.”

Carly just rolls her eyes and shakes her head again.

“Seriously, you must be the most boring person at NYU.”

I sit up straight.

“No, I’m not. Why, what do you want to do?”

Carly purses her lips and thinks for a moment.

“I want to hire a male escort from that place that all the girls use. What was it called again? Oh yeah. Hot Nights NYC.”

I wrinkle my nose at her.

“Okay, now I know that I’m not the crazy one. Are you for real? A male escort? Like the kind that dance around on stage and such, with oiled up muscles? Yech! That’s so gross.”

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Which gorgeous twin is the father of my baby? I thought I was lucky to be dating Rev Randler. He’s a handsome billionaire with oodles of money and an empire at his fingertips. So what if he treats me badly? A curvy girl like me is fortunate to be going out with someone so hot and awesome. But then Rev humiliates me in the worst way possible. In public too. So I decide I want to get back at him … by dating his identical twin! Reed Randler has always been different from his brother. He’s devastatingly gorgeous with the same black hair, chiseled jaw line, and God-like physique. But there’s also something dangerous in those blue eyes. Plus, he’s got a special tool in his arsenal that’s just for me. But when I get pregnant, suddenly everything becomes confusing because which man fathered my child? I love Reed, but is his twin my real babydaddy?
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Catherine

Slowly, I take the dress out of my closet and carefully lay it on my bed. There’s a knock on the door and I call out, “Who is it?”

“It’s me, silly,” says my friend Alexandra from the other side. “Who else would it be?”

She opens the door without waiting for me to answer and immediately gasps when seeing the dress.

“Oh my god, is that what you’re wearing to the party?”

I nod happily.

“Yeah, Rev is taking me. Do you think he’ll like it?”

Alex nods with wide eyes.

“Girl, definitely yes. That man is blind if he doesn’t like it. It’s going to make you look like Jessica Rabbit, with va-va-voom assets. Oh my god, where did you get it?”

I blush a little.

“Over at Curvy Couture on Main Street. I’d just about given up finding anything suitable because I went to three different department stores and everything they had was so small! I couldn’t get half the dresses zipped up when one of the salesladies took pity on me and referred me to Curvy Couture. It’s a new place that just opened.”

Alex is nodding as her eyes rove up and down the red fabric.

“Oh my god, you’re going to look so good. I wouldn’t be surprised if Rev’s eyes pop out when you put it on. Put it on now!” she squeals. “I want to see.”

I giggle.

“No, I can’t. I just ate dinner, so my tummy’s all poochy. I’m going to look like a boa constrictor if I wear the dress now.”

Alex merely rolls here eyes and tsks.

“Are you kidding girl? So what if you have a food baby? Clothes look so amazing on you, and you’re going to stand out at the party tonight. Besides, I don’t have much time because Kirby’s picking me up in ten minutes for our Valentine’s Day date, so you have to show me!”

I look at her jeans and t-shirt with consternation, suddenly feeling bad.

“Wait, is Kirby taking you out? Or are you guys just hanging at home with pizza and Netflix? Not that that’s not romantic, I was just wondering…”

Alex laughs it off.

“No, it’s good. Kirby and I have been together so long that there’s no need for parties or balls or clubbing. We’re happy to be together. We’ll probably make dinner and then cuddle on the couch with a movie. It’s all good.”

I nod because Alexandra has been with Kirby since we were in college. They met when they were sophomores and were immediately inseparable. In fact, I was pretty surprised that Alex wanted to room with me after graduation because I thought for sure she’d live with Kirby. But instead, we’ve been living in our small two-bedroom walk-up in New York for a few years now. Kirby is a frequent visitor, but there’s still no talk of my friend taking the next step with her boyfriend.

Not that I mind. In fact, I love having Alex as a roommate because we get along like yin and yang, and to be honest, Kirby is great. He’s not messy and he cooks fantastic tacos, which they always share with me. If anything, her boyfriend is a better cook than either of us, so it’s kind of nice when he helms the kitchen.

But at the same time, Alex’s boyfriend is completely different from the guy I’m dating. Whereas Kirby is a homebody who’s comfortable wearing an apron, Rev Randler is a billionaire who’s probably never set foot in a kitchen. Even though he lives in a ginormous penthouse with a kitchen worthy of a TV chef, I know Rev never uses it. He has a private cook, so I guess it gets some use, but really, he only uses his giant sub-zero fridge to chill bottled waters. On the chef’s days off, I’ve offered to cook, but Rev always turns me down and instead, we end up getting take-out. It’s kind of a waste if you ask me. The granite countertops and shiny steel appliances aren’t being appreciated to their full extent, but that’s rich people for you.

After all, Rev is an undisputed billionaire. His company sells vaping equipment, and was one of the first in the sector. Jem Vape pioneered the idea of fruit-flavored vaping pens, and Rev says that he’s going to revolutionize the world with his product. I’ve pointed out that a lot of teenagers seem to like Jem Vape products, but he merely shrugs. He’s more concerned with getting as many users as possible, and building his brand and business even though the FDA has already sent him a letter of inquiry.

But Rev is a confident man in the face of adversity, and between his incredible looks and oodles of money, I consider myself lucky to be dating him. We met just six months ago at a charity benefit. I was there because my friend Amanda’s parents bought her a ticket, but she got sick at the last minute. She gave me her ticket because it cost three hundred dollars, and no one else could go.

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I never expected to meet my dad’s boss while on my hands and knees. Take Your Daughter to Work Day is supposed to be a learning event. I went with my dad to his office because I wanted to educate myself about what he does as a middle manager. But like a klutz, I tripped and fell as soon as I got there. My skirt flew up and you could see literally everything as I scrambled on my hands and knees. It was over-the-top embarrassing, especially because it happened in front of my dad’s boss! OMG, how did this happen? Patrick Lancaster is growly, gorgeous, and soooo tempting with laser blue eyes; a broad, muscled chest; and hair as black as midnight. He’s got long legs and a long something else too because the CEO got me pregnant that fateful day … … and I had his baby. My dad wants to keep it hush-hush because he’ll be fired if Mr. Lancaster finds out that I’ve had his love child. But what if the billionaire boss wants more than a fling? What if Patrick wants his son … and ME?
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Penny

“Dad, really?” I ask, arching my eyebrows. “I’m a little old for this, don’t you think?”

Harold merely shakes his head seriously.

“This will be good for you Penny. You’re a senior in high school, and soon you’ll be heading off into the big world. I want you go to get a sense of what people do during office jobs before you throw your lot in with SexyFlow Salon.”

I grimaced a little.

“But I love SexyFlow, Dad. I know the name is a little weird, but Carmen dreamed it up and it’s right for our clientele. Sexy flow means that everything about you is “in the flow” that day: from your energy, to your health, to your hair. I love giving blowouts to different girls. It changes their lives and puts them in a good mood.”

Harold merely frowns while hitching his thumbs into his waistband. My dad is portly, and the gesture emphasizes the way his gut protrudes heavily over his belt. But I love Harold anyways because he only wants what’s best for me.

“Penny,” he starts again patiently. “You’re too young to know what you really want. You’re only eighteen, sweetheart, and you haven’t seen the world. It’s too early to commit yourself to a lifetime as a hairdresser when you haven’t experienced any other profession.”

I nod.

“I know Dad, but being a hairdresser fulfills me. I like it, and I’m good at it too. They always give me the most difficult clients because they know I can get them to a hairstyle that makes them happy. That’s worth something, right? I’m somewhat of a “fixer” at SexyFlow. It’s flattering.”

Harold merely sighs and looks at the floor.

“I just want to give you every chance in life Penny. Your mom would have wanted me to provide as many opportunities as possible, and for you to see the world at least a little bit before you settle down here in Gainesville for the rest of your life.”

I throw my arms around my dad.

“I know, Daddy, but I love Gainesville. Sure, it’s a small town but I’m happy here. People know one another and are friendly with their neighbors. What’s wrong with that? Do you really want me to move to a big city where people walk around with earbuds in their ears all day, unwilling to make eye contact with other people? Do you really want me to re-locate to a place where the cost of living is sky-high, and where the food is bad too? At least Gainesville has its famous Gainsey Hot Dog, and you know I love those so much.”

Harold nods, a smile coming to his lips.

“I know, Penny. I’m just a doting dad, that’s all, and I want to give you opportunities. Your mom would be proud of who you are today, whether you stay in Gainesville or not. But just do this one last thing for me before graduation, okay? Come with me to Take Your Daughter to Work Day. You’ll get to see how office environments function, and who knows? Maybe you’ll like it. You won’t be on your feet all day, the way it is at the salon.”

I consider saying no because I have no interest in any type of corporate job, period. My dream since I was a young girl has always been to be a hairdresser. I love doing blow-outs, cuts, color, and learning all the new techniques shaping the industry. There’s a new method called a Japanese perm that uses heat to create curly hair, and I’m excited to start trying it with some of my more adventurous girls.

But I can tell that Harold really wants me to come to this event. Frankly, it sounds awful. I thought Take Your Daughter To Work Day was supposed to be for elementary-age children, and not women who are already eighteen. But it means so much to my dad, that I find myself nodding yes.

“Okay,” I say with resignation. “When is it?”

“Tomorrow,” he beams happily. “So you’ll come?”

I check my schedule.

“Well, I have school but I guess this is a special occasion where I can miss classes for a little bit. I’ll just be at your office for a few hours, right? That means I can make it back in time for History, and then onto SexyFlow after school for Lettie’s blowout.”

My dad smiles happily.

“Old Lettie Lyons won’t mind if you’re a little late to your appointment. She’s got nothing to do all day because she’s at least ninety. Hairdressing is for her more of a social affair rather than a chance to get her hair done.”

I nod my head seriously.

“Yes, that’s true, Dad, but see, you’re undervaluing what I do. You’re right, Lettie is ninety, and yes, she comes around every week for her appointment to chat with the ladies and socialize a bit. And yes, she’s been retired thirty years, so she doesn’t have much else on her calendar. But still, our appointment is important to her. It’s her chance to see her friends and neighbors, and to catch up on all the good gossip. It’s also a chance for her to get her hair done so that she feels attractive even at ninety, and for us to make sure she’s okay. After all, you know that Lettie’s son moved to Chicago years ago, and they only talk by phone once a month. We’re her guardians in a way. If she doesn’t show up, then we know to send someone to check on her.”

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I have a surprise for Daddy this holiday season … a baby! After one too many terrible dates, my friend set me up on a blind date with her older, handsome uncle out of pity. At first, I didn’t want to go. But Blake Reynolds turned out to be gorgeous. He’s huge, growly, and absolutely divine with a broad chest, six pack abs, and long, powerful legs with an enormous ornament at the top of his tree. But then tragedy strikes, and I’m petrified he won’t want me anymore. The problem is that I’m already pregnant with Blake’s baby! This wasn’t supposed to happen! We went out on a blind date, and now the billionaire’s going to be a father. But will the powerful CEO forgive me? Or will my baby remain a secret from his daddy forever? Happy Holidays! Billionaire Blake Reynolds rushes to the rescue of his curvy girl like an avenging knight. If you love secret babies and second chances, then this is the book for you! Snuggle up this Christmas season with a cup of hot cocoa and a warm blanket before the REAL fire begins. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA for my readers.
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Cindy

“So how was it?” asks my friend Flora expectantly while smacking her gum. “The date was good, right? Your date definitely had a cute profile picture at least.”

We’re sitting on my dorm room bed with our books scattered around us. We should be studying, but of course, Flora and I are gossiping and trying to avoid our homework assignments for as long as possible.

I shake my head.

“It was really terrible.”

My friend looks at me with a confused expression.

“But why? Your guy had such an amazing profile! He said he was on the swim team at Carson State, and that he was doing a major in biomedical engineering. That has to be a difficult concentration, right? I mean, I can’t get even a B in my chemistry class for the life of me.”

I sigh, while shaking my head ruefully.

“You know, I think we were taken in by the fact that he’s a swimmer and his really cute photo. But that’s the problem. When you use an online dating site called BeefyCuts, the guys are going to be different. I mean, why would they name the site BeefyCuts? It makes the men on the site feel a lot of pressure to look like beefcake.”

Flora grins happily, her ponytail bobbing.

“Yeah, but that’s good for you. That’s good for women as a whole because then you get a selection of Triple-A prime rib.”

I make a funny face at her.

“Thanks, Flo. You make it sound like I’m shopping for steak, and not a man.”

Flora blows out air from her mouth with mock exasperation.

“Steak, man, yada yada yada. It’s all the same, girlfriend! Work it to your advantage. So tell me, what was wrong with Jared? Did he fake his pictures?”

I shake my head slowly.

“No, not exactly. Well, at least not in the way you think.”

Flora’s practically leaping off the bed with excitement now.

“What is it then? Did he have really bad acne that he photoshopped out? Is he actually only five foot two, when he said he’s six two?”

I laugh again.

“No, because that would be predictable. Guys lie about their height all the time, and yeah, there are all those filters you can use to smooth out skin tone. But his photos were … um, let’s say, off for an entirely different reason. Way off.”

Flora’s eyes bug out.

“Oh my god, he’s transgender right? When you saw him, he had a reedy voice and big breasts?”

I laugh again.

“No. That wouldn’t be great, but we support transgender and queer folks. No, Jared’s problem was a little more … extreme, shall we say. Do you know anything about bodybuilding?” I ask.

My friend shakes her head, looking puzzled.

“No, but Jared said he was a swimmer, right? He’d be ripped just from the hours of practice.”

I sigh.

“Sort of. I think Jared might have been a swimmer in the past, and then switched to bodybuilding. It’s possible because swimmers have incredible physiques that are really toned and tanned, which make them perfect to become professional bodybuilders—”

Flora literally leaps off the bed now and begins screeching.

“Oh my god, he’s actually Mr. Universe right? Or he’s competing in Mr. Universe? I’ve always thought those Mr. Universe guys were hot, even if they’re a little overdone. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. This is so awesome! I know you don’t like the overly muscular look, but I think it can be attractive in a way. If you don’t like him, I’ll take him. What do you say?”

I laugh again because my friend’s so silly that it’s endlessly amusing.

“Trust me, Flora, you don’t want this guy either because he’s gone overboard with the bodybuilding.”

My buddy jumps up and down excitedly.

“No, it’s fine! I like that look. Mmm, what a hunk of a male specimen. They’re like superhuman gorillas.”

I squint at her, making a small face.

“That’s gross, Flora, but no, this guy isn’t a gorilla. It’s worse.”

Flora stops for a moment.

“Is he on steroids? Did he have really bad skin and an overly-aggressive attitude?”

I shake my head.

“No I don’t think so, but I wasn’t paying attention because I couldn’t stop staring at him. At his arms in particular.”

Flora begins jumping up and down again.

“So he’s built right? He’s got barrel-like, powerful guns nicknamed Lightning and Thunder? Oh my god, girl, this guy sounds unbelievably good! You have to give him to me if you’re not going to see him again.”

I shake my head ruefully.

“No, Flora, you don’t want to go out with this guy because I think he’s using a chemical called synthol to beef himself up.”

She pauses for a moment.

“Synthol? What’s that?”

I shake my head.

“It’s a substance that bodybuilders inject themselves with to make their muscles look bigger. It’s a mix of something like fish oil or sesame oil mixed with an anesthetic. It literally blows up your muscles so that you get super-sized.”

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I have a special present for Daddy this year ... a secret baby! I’ve had a crush on Professor Moore for ages. He’s incredibly handsome, with a chiseled body, a square jaw, and blazing blue eyes that make me melt. Unfortunately, I’m just another student to him. No one special until … … I stop by office hours one steamy afternoon! But soon, I’m expecting Professor Moore’s baby. He never wanted this because what happened between us was just a one-time thing. It’s illicit and taboo and he’ll lose his position at the university if it gets out that I’ve had his child. But now, his son looks just like him, with the same crystal-clear blue eyes and thick chestnut hair. Will the hunky professor ever find out about his son? Or will this Daddy miss his Christmas baby altogether? Happy Holidays! Professor Moore is just the kind of man to steam up the windows during the Christmas season. Let the bells chime and the mistletoe work its magic because Aria gets her baby, but will she get her man too? No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA for my readers.
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Aria

“Hey, are you ready?” my friend Elisa asks me. I smile and sling my backpack over one shoulder.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” is my wry reply. “This class is so hard, and I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Oh please,” Elisa says with a grin. “You’re doing fine, Aria. Don’t even pretend because I know you’re smart. You always land on your feet and end up pulling an A out of the bag despite moaning and groaning like the rest of us.”

I giggle because Elisa’s right. I’m a nerd and get really good grades. But I’m not so sure I’m going to do well this time around because American Literature 101 has been kicking my ass, and it has me a little unsettled. I thought that this would be an easy course for me because I love to read. Not only that, but high school English was my favorite class and I figured I’d sail through this course too.

But college has been a different game altogether. First, we peruse about ten books per semester. Although I’m a fast reader, ten books is a lot. I calculated, and it means that we’re reading about one book per week.

Nor are these books short stories, or tiny little novellas that you can breeze through in one night. We’ve perused some tomes that were three hundred pages long, and while I love the written word, even I had some trouble keeping up. The only reason why I’m caught up with our reading is because we covered our last book, The Great Gatsby, in high school, so I only needed to skim it to refresh my memory. Otherwise, I’d be weeks behind and in deep doo-doo.

“You doing okay with the syllabus?” I ask Elisa sympathetically. “It’s a lot. I can tutor you, if you need some back up.”

My friend laughs merrily while tossing her designer nylon bag over one shoulder.

“You know me, Aria. I only read the first few chapters of each book and then I hit up the reader’s guide. You know, it’s Cliffs Notes for college students.”

My nose wrinkles with confusion. I’ve skimmed Cliffs Notes before and they’re so cut and dried that it’s alarming. I didn’t feel like they were a substitute for the actual book at all, and decided not to use them for my own academic career.

“Yeah, but is that enough? How are you able to write essays about plot development and tone when you’ve only read the first few chapters?”

Elisa merely shrugs.

“Tone comes quick, silly. You only need to read the first few chapters to figure out the pacing and tone of a book. And then, Cliffs Notes does the rest. They tell you exactly what happens, beat for beat, in the plot, and then everything just flows from that.”

But I’m still confused as we begin our walk to class.

“Yeah, but what about that last book that started out as a bunch of letters? You know, in the epistolary style? All the characters did was write letters to each other for the first third of the book, and that’s how the plot developed. So how were you able to pick up the tone of the novel when it changed format one third of the way through?”

Elisa rolls her eyes while flicking her long brown hair over one shoulder.

“Easy. Cliffs Notes told me when the letters ended, so then I picked up the book, browsed to that chapter, and read a little more beginning from that section. It’s easy-peasy, Aria. This is college. You can’t afford to read the whole book because it would take forever and a day. Plus, there are so many parties to go to and boys to meet. Who has the time?” she asks in a droll tone.

I smile while rolling my eyes. My friend has a point. What am I doing, immersing myself in my courses when I could be out meeting guys? I must be crazy, and as a result, I’m grateful to be friends with Elisa because she’s a counter to my nerdy ways. If I didn’t have such an outgoing roommate, I’d probably be locked in the library, diving into book after book non-stop. But my roomie drags me to parties all over campus every weekend, so at least I can say I’m having “a college experience.” It’s not exactly fun per se when there are drunken guys groping you and music that practically blows out my eardrums, but at least it’s an experience that I can relay to my grandchildren when I’m old and gray.

“Come on, Aria,” says my friend as we speed walk to class. “I don’t want to miss Professor Moore today. Now he makes class totally worth it.”

With a giggle, I hurry in order to catch up with my friend. That’s true. Roland Moore isn’t your average professor, that’s for sure. He doesn’t wear tweed jackets with elbow patches, nor does he have thick, coke-bottle glasses and the body of a Teletubby. Instead, Roland Moore is an insanely handsome man. He looks like a Greek god, with chestnut hair swept off his forehead, a strong Roman profile, and a chiseled body that’s obviously the result of lifting weights on a daily basis. Well, my guess is that he lifts weights because no one gets that muscular from sitting around and staring at a computer all day.

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Xavier Carlton is my mom’s gorgeous landlord. He’s growly, handsome, and sooo delicious. But he’s going to kick my mom out of her apartment unless I call him Daddy. My mom has never been great at paying bills. She’s not poor, she’s just forgetful sometimes. So when she tells me that Mr. Carlton wants her out, I get angry. Who does this man think he is? Sure, Xavier Carlton has more money than God, but that doesn’t give him the right to act like a tyrant. So I storm into his office… His blue eyes seize mine … … and suddenly, I realize I’m in over my head. Because when he rises from behind his desk, I see that Mr. Carlton has an enormous present for me! But then, the powerful CEO takes me by surprise because he says I can do something special to qualify for a one-time rent break. But am I willing to take the chance when it involves calling the handsome man DADDY? This story is a forbidden, sweet and steamy tale filled with an OVER THE TOP alpha male and a sassy, feisty girl with a strong will. Katie likes lollipops and Xavier Carlton enjoys teaching her the benefits of eating candy. Warning: light DD/lg age play ahead. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA for my readers.
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Katie

I let myself into my mom’s apartment. It’s a nice place, and very homey and comfortable. The carpet is the same brown shag that’s been there for years, and our old kitchen greets me.

“Hey Mom!” I call out. “I’m here. I have your cupcakes for you.”

Dinah calls out from the back somewhere.

“Thanks sweetheart. Can you just put them down for me on the counter? I’ll be right out in a minute.”

I make a face and slowly unload the tray of cupcakes I have on hand. There’s a huge batch of them, all from Lovely’s Lane downtown. There’s chocolate, hazelnut, chocolate with hazelnut spread, hazelnut with chocolate frosting, as well as specialty flavors like pumpkin spice, cinnamon mocha, and their most recent concoction called Turkey Gobbler. Don’t ask me what that one’s about. I guess in anticipation of Thanksgiving, Lovely’s Lane created a special flavor. While it sounds disgusting to me, it must be selling like hotcakes because this cupcake was the last one left.

“Hi honey,” sings my mom as she breezes into the utilitarian kitchen. “Thank you so much for bringing these over. Oh, what’s this? Let me try,” she says, swiping the Turkey Gobbler cupcake. Before I can say anything, she takes a bite and then makes a face before spitting out a mouthful of gooey brown and white cream.

“Uck, that was awful!” she coughs into a napkin. “What was in that?”

“I would have warned you, Mom, but it’s too late now. That one is called Turkey Gobbler and it’s Lovely’s holiday special. That bad, huh?”

My mom squinches her eyes shut and reaches for a glass of water like a dying woman.

“It was worse than bad. It tasted like turkey private parts mixed with avian sweat and dirty feet.”

I make a face too, as I try to quell my heaving stomach.

“That sounds gross, but that flavor must be really popular because there was only one left in the glass display. I guess all the other Turkey Gobbler cupcakes sold quickly.”

My mom gargles a bit before spitting out the water into the kitchen sink.

“No, that doesn’t mean that the cupcakes are popular,” she says with a knowing air. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Linda Lovely secretly only puts out one Turkey Gobbler at a time to make them seem like the next hottest thing. She’s probably got batches and batches of them stored away in the back, and just doles them out one by one so that they look like they’re really popular.”

I smile wryly because that’s why I had to go to Lovely’s Lane to pick up the cupcakes. My mom and Linda Lovely are business competitors and hate each other’s guts. My mom owns Dinah’s Delights right across the street from Lovely’s Lane, and unfortunately, they’re squarely in the same sector. They both sell colorfully decorated cupcakes, and seek to outdo one another all the time.

When my mom first opened up shop, I was puzzled, seeing that Linda already had her place just across the way.

“What’s going to make your cupcakes different from Lovely’s?” I asked with a bit of hesitation in my voice. But my mom wasn’t put off.

“You’ll see,” she said airily. “Linda’s stuff is made with low quality ingredients, and her artistry is just awful. Did you see that pink cupcake with the rainbow unicorn horn poking out of the top? It was more of a narwhal horn than a unicorn horn! Who’s going to buy that? Her decorating skills are atrocious.”

I bit my lip and didn’t mention that it was actually Endangered Species month, and thus the horn was likely supposed to be a narwhal horn. But the exchange illustrates what Dinah thinks of Linda and her cupcakes. Lovely’s Lane will never be a real contender to beat Dinah’s Delights, and it’s been ten years of subtle jabs and nasty innuendos now. The two women share false, frozen smiles whenever they pass one another on the street, but in fact, they’re ruthless competitors. Even though both ladies have a homely, middle-aged look to them, Linda and Dinah would both tear out your guts and eat them for breakfast if they could.

That’s why I had to pick up the cupcakes today. My mom enlists me as a foot soldier in this on-going war and it’s my job to do “reconnaissance” behind the enemy lines. I’ve mentioned to my mom that Linda recognizes me, so she knows that I’m likely buying a dozen cupcakes from her as “market research” for her competitor, but Dinah just scoffs.

“She doesn’t know you,” Dinah said, rolling her eyes. “I swear that that woman suffers from face-blindness, among all her other faults. What is it called again? Prosoprogalia? Prosofygmania?”

I sigh.

“Prosopagnosia,” I say in a weary tone. “And no, Linda doesn’t suffer from face blindness. She knew who I was when I went in there today. You’re underestimating her, Mom. She’s not an idiot. Linda’s been running a successful business for more than ten years now, so she must know something.”

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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Mommy's Boss (The Boyfriend Diaries #2)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	S.E. Law
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	B07ZQPV8W5
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My mom’s gorgeous, growly billionaire boss has threatened to fire her unless I agree to be his. My mom and I don’t have much in life, nor do we require much. We’re happy together because it’s us girls against the world. All we ask is for a roof over our head, food on the table, and maybe a night out at the movies every now and then. We’ve been okay so far because my mom works hard at a casino on the Strip. She puts in long days toiling away for a few bucks here and there. But now, Grace is sick. My mother can’t work anymore, and her heartless billionaire boss, Cameron Savage, has fired her, leaving us with nothing. Unless… … I become his “personal assistant”! What?!?! Who does Mr. Savage think he is? Okay, the billionaire’s got movie-star good looks with intense blue eyes, night-black hair, and a six pack made of steel beneath that fancy suit. But to my horror, Mr. Savage wants more than just an executive assistant. For this job, I have to be available 24/7, ready at the CEO’s beck and call. In short, I’ll belong to Cameron Savage in every way possible. He’s marking me as his. I’m his property. The problem is … … what happens if the alpha male puts a baby in my belly? Will he change his ways once he’s being called DADDY? This story is a forbidden, sweet and steamy tale filled with an OVER THE TOP hunky, growly badass of a CEO and a sassy, feisty girl with a strong will. Cameron Savage makes Maddy a dirty deal, but will she take it? No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA for my readers!
Books in Series:	The Boyfriend Diaries Series by S.E. Law
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Maddy

“Hi sweetheart,” my mom greets me as she comes in through the front door. Grace is just about to say something else but then she leans over, hacking and coughing like she’s short a lung.

Immediately, I jump up.

“Mom, are you okay?” I ask, running over to pound her on the back. But I should know better because Grace is about five foot seven and one hundred and fifteen pounds. She’s as slender as a young bough, and my hard thumps only makes her double over even more.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” she manages while holding a hand up. My mom looks up at me and her eyes are slightly teary from both the coughing fit and my vigorous pounding. “I’m going to be okay.”

My heart lurches because in the harsh light of the front door porch, I can see how Grace has aged. She’s not old, not really. My mom is only forty but a difficult life has put lines onto her face early. There are brackets around her eyes and mouth that make-up can’t hide, and the look of exhaustion in her eyes is undeniable.

It makes sense after all. My mom hasn’t had it easy from the very beginning. Grace was born into a family that never had much. As a result, when she was twelve, she went out and got her first job. It was just taking in laundry from neighbors, but it was back-breaking work and very humble, not to mention embarrassing when her friends found out. But she toiled away for years, and managed to get a high school degree even while working non-stop. Then, Grace met my dad and thought her days as a low-paid laborer were over.

At first it was okay because my dad, David, was a handsome charmer. He had the silver tongue of an Irishman, along with canny wit and a head full of crazy ideas. The problem is that his ideas were too inspired. David was filled with all sorts of get-rich-quick tactics, none of which worked. After a flop where he and my mom were supposed to breed turkeys to sell, David high-tailed it out of Vegas, never to be seen again. My mom must have been relieved, to tell you the truth.

But he also left her pregnant with me, and after I was born, Mom went back to menial labor. She got a job at a hotel on the Strip doing laundry once more, and over the next couple years toiled away like a servant. But then, Grace caught a lucky break. One day, a showrunner saw her walking across the casino floor, and asked her to try out for their next production. Voila. History was made, and Grace Mitchell became a showgirl at Le Palms.

It’s not an easy job, although my mom never complains. As a showgirl, you have to keep lean, fit, and flexible. My mom always stretches first thing in the morning, and tries to stay limber. She wears make-up all the time, and her hair is always dyed and styled to perfection. It’s a far cry from me, her messy and disorganized daughter.

But my mom and I are close; after all, Grace is all I have, and I’m all that she has too. It’s just the two of us against the world, so I was concerned to see my mom bent over while hacking up a lung.

“Are you okay?” I ask worriedly again, while helping her sit in the Barcalounger in our living room. We live in a small condo off the Strip which isn’t fancy, but which is in a good location. My mom has an easy commute to Le Palms, and I can catch the bus to the local high school pretty easily.

“I’m fine,” she says in a raspy voice with a smile. “Maddy, honey, can you get me a glass of water? I’m sure as soon as I get some water into me, I’ll be fine.”

I scurry off, only to return with a glass of water in hand to find my mom nodding off the recliner. My heart lurches and tears come to my eyes because Grace is just so damned tired all the time. She hasn’t had a day’s rest in her forty-odd years, and her head droops wearily onto one shoulder. I can see the faint cast of exhaustion emanating from that thin frame and a lump forms in my throat.

I’m just about to creep off with her water in hand when suddenly Grace jerks awake.

“That’s just the thing I need, sweetheart,” she rasps in a croaky voice. “Give me a sip and let’s have a chat. Why are you still awake, Maddy? You weren’t waiting up for me, were you?”

I take a seat, my cheeks a little pink. The truth is that I was waiting for Grace. It’s two a.m. on a Friday night, and I know I should be out partying with boys or at least seeing a movie with my friends, but it’s impossible to have fun when I know my mom is slaving away to pay our bills. As a result, I’m dressed in my flannel PJs, but wide awake and relieved that she’s back now.

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