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My whole life I’ve known Finn Jeffries and Brady Sterling would be my undoing.


The three of us were inseparable, but growing up with two boys as your best friends comes with it’s own certain type of growing pains. 

As a child, Finn was wild and free, and grew up to be a devilishly handsome man with a smirk that frustrated me as much as it did other things to me. 

Brady was brave and loyal, and the kind of man he grew into didn't surprise me a bit: devoted and gallant, with a handsome, trustworthy face that made my heart beat faster.   

We went our separate ways for college, but now it’s eight years later and a pact we made back then has brought us back to our hometown. 

Back to the complicated situation we ran from. 

Back to the love triangle we never really escaped. 

I love them both, and it’s time for me to make a choice.  

I’ve always known one of them would be my forever, I just never knew which one. 

And I still don’t. 


Excerpt: Beyond The Pale...   


The voice floats past my ears, the words moving over my skin like fog over water. I’m supposed to respond to the girl behind the counter, the one with the tattoo of a robot on her forearm. 

Tell her you want the almond milk caramel latte. 

Normally I wouldn’t order such an expensive drink, but the five-dollar gift card I received in the office Christmas exchange has afforded me this luxury. I work full-time, and I’m broke. I watch every penny with the rapt attention of an elderly person watching the neighborhood for petty crime. Keep reading...

Excerpt: One Good Thing...   

Hot sweat rolls down my ribcage. It accumulates in my sports bra, and soaks through the tight-fitting black leggings I’ve painstakingly shoved my legs into. Why am I wearing these? I should be in baggy sweats. And I should have ice cream. Something with chocolate and gooey caramel. 

But, no. I sucked in my stomach and worked myself into leggings that look painted-on, as if this were any other day. As if the current landscape of my life weren’t punishment enough, now I’m going to sweat through my pants.    

I’m out of sorts today. 

Scratch that. Out of sorts is for a harried young mother trying to quiet her toddler while breastfeeding her infant. Keep reading...