Prologue Reveal: The Deal
Marilyn + Jesse’s brother’s book is almost HERE.
I can’t believe this release day is creeping up on us so quickly.
*closing my eyes*
April 24th.
April 24th.
April 24th.
NOPE. Still don’t believe it.
Their story has been such a wild ride of laughs, suspense and unexpected love. I can’t wait to share these two crazies with you!
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MARILYN
βAnd did you tell him his roommateβs sister is calling?β
I hear the sound of her inhale. My throat tightens, and
before I can utter another word the female Terminator comes back on the line,
even more annoyed than she was seconds before. I practically listen to her eyes
roll to the back of her head. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from
screaming.
It barely works.
βJesse,β she stresses in a southern accent thick as syrup, βis a little busy right now.β
βIββ I hesitate, and I know the answer to my first question is βno.β I hate throwing my name around. Hate it. But on an occasion like this, where the very air around me is humming with my desperation and the white airport tile beneath my feet is blinding, I have no choice. I play the one card thatβs left to me. The one card I have. I inhale, breathing that filtered air again into my nose. I let it out just as quickly with a huff.
βTell him itβs Marilyn Daniels calling.β
The fluff-piece pauses a beat. βFine. Iβll ask him.β
I exhale and the phone rings, the wait feeling longer than
ever. I shift in my combat boots, my fingers shaking with every second that
passes. Finally, Jesse picks up.
βSomerset here.β
βJesse,β I
breathe out.
βWhoβs this?β
I swallow, nearly forgetting. βItβs Marilynβ¦ I need a favor.β
βMarilyn?β I can hear the sliver of anger in his voice. βWhat theβMarilyn, Iβm sure your brotherβs told you that this number is for emergencies.β
I inhale, breathing out slow. βThis is an emergency.β
βChipping a nail before a movie premiere doesnβt count.β
Heat creeps up my neck, making my entire face burn. I close my eyes, wishing I was talking to anyone but him. I lick my lips.
βThat was one time. And if I had someone else to call, thatβs what Iβd be doing. But Iββ I donβt want to say it. I clear my throat. βI need you.”
βTo what?β
βHelp me get out of here. Iβm stuck.β
βWhere?β
βIn an airport bathroom.β
I hear a ruffle in the background, the distinctive shuffle
of sheets distracting me as Jesse murmurs my name, his voice thick with
sleepβ¦or something else. Thereβs a pause on the phone, an exchange in voices,
and a different kind of heat hits my cheeks as the tiny timbre of the womanβs
voice makes it to the phone.
I push forward anyway. βIβm in Manhattan.β
His breathing quickens. βArenβt you supposed to be in
Hollywood for your new movie?β
I sigh. βI know youβre oldβ¦But do you even pay attention to
social media at all?β
βIf I say yes, will you leave my old ass alone?β
I scoff, a simultaneous laugh and cry melding on my tongue.
I swallow thickly, my heartbeat working its way up my throat. I take another
deep breath.
βI just need to know that youβre not going to tell Heath. I
crossed a lineβ¦ And I was fucking wrong. And you have every right to hate me.β
The sleepy-sounding attorney sniffs on the phone, his silky
voice rougher than Iβve ever heard it. ββHatingβ is a little strong, donβt you
think, Marilyn?β
My breath catches, my eyes burning as one tear falls. I let
it.
βNot for someone who fucked up as badly as I did.β

Can’t wait for book 3 in this H-O-T series!
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