Jackson: The Surprise (Short Story)

It's been a little over a week but I got another short story for you all! This one is from Jackson's POV and if it belonged to a book it would belong to RED (Book 2). It goes into detail on why Jackson is no longer married and readers can see just how much he was able to relate to Mason's situation in RED as well. Hope you enjoy!

Listen to "Wings" by Birdy on repeat while reading:

Jackson: The Surprise

            The entire flight I could only think about getting home to my wife and two children. It’s been two months since I last seen them; the longest I ever went. The moment I touched down I couldn’t help but smile to myself. The flight was already delayed because of the rain. My driver was waiting for me to arrive. Immediately, I grabbed my bag and got in the car.

            Megan’s going to be so surprised to see me home early. She expected me to come home next week but it was a lie I told her and the kids to surprise them. They’ve missed me so much and it breaks my heart every time my baby girl cries over a video chat begging me to come home to her. She’s only five so she doesn’t fully understand why daddy isn’t home every day the way other fathers are. My son takes it much better but lately he’s been getting into trouble at school. It’s time for me to put my career on hold and focus on my home life.

            When we pull up to my estate I give Martin, my driver a huge tip. It’s the middle of the night and he has a family he should get home to also so it’s the least I can do. He tells me to take care and I reply for him to do the same. As he pulls off I quietly unlock the door and push it open. I set my bag down at the entrance because I want free hands when Megan jumps into my arms. I plan on asking no questions and just taking her right there. We don’t get a lot of time together but I love my wife just as much as a man who sees his every day…distance doesn’t change a thing for me. 

            I silently rush up the stairs and head straight to our bedroom. The light is on which means she’s still up. I find it strange because she’s usually so exhausted from the kids she’s out by ten the latest. It only makes me more excited knowing that she’s wide awake…maybe we can spend a couple more hours together before we both crash. 

            I turn the knob and push open the door only to be stopped dead in my tracks. She was surprised alright…they both were. Initially, I don’t know how to react, I watch as she scrambles to put her clothes on. I keep thinking, ‘this is the wife I couldn’t wait to come home to’. It takes a while before I can even get angry. I just feel hurt…all over. 

            “Jack! Oh my God!  I can- I can explain,” she says trying to put her clothes on. “You weren’t supposed to be home yet.”

            She says it like that’s supposed to make a difference. Like it makes it okay that I found her in bed with another man. If she knew I was coming, he wouldn’t be here…but that means whenever I’m not around he’s with her. My mind is trying to make sense of what’s in front of me. I don’t answer. I turn away and walk out. 

            I head down the stairs unsure of what I’m going to do next. I almost walk out of the front door until I realize this is my house. Everything that’s here is because of me. I lean against the door with a blank expression. That’s when he comes running down the stairs and stops when he sees me. 

            “Did you know?” I ask calmly. 

            “Know what?” he asks in a nervous tone.

            “That she was married…did you know that she had a husband?” I reiterate. 

            “I didn’t know that you were her husband…she just said-“ I cut him off with a blow to the face. 

            “Who gives a fuck if you knew I was her husband or not?! You knew she was a married woman you sorry son of a bitch!” I yell as I give him hit after hit. 

            Megan rushes down the stairs at full speed pushing me off him. He gets up and walks out as fast as he can. 

            “Jackson listen to me! I’m so sorry! You have to let me explain!” she says frantically while holding onto me. 

            I push her away from me and walk back up the stairs. She follows me while begging and pleading but nothing changes for me. I still have the same look on my face, my body language is all the same. 

            I make my way to our bedroom and open the door to her walk in closet. I grab a bunch of her clothes not caring if I’m picking up complete outfits or not.

            “Jack, what are you doing?! What are you doing with my stuff?!” she yells with tears streaming down her face. It almost makes me feel sorry for her looking at her brown eyes grow darker. 

            “I want you out tonight. You can’t stay here,” I say as calmly as I know how. 

            I’m walking down the stairs and to the front door. She’s only inches behind me. 

            “Tonight? No, can we talk about this? Give it some time!” she begs.

            “How long has this been happening?” I ask not really caring what her answer would be. My decision will remain the same. 

            “About a year…but you don’t understand you were never here!”

            I laugh a little. “Well that justifies it,” I say sarcastically. “I gave you everything! The car you drive, the house you live in…our kids! I did all of that you ungrateful slut!” 

            She shutters at the harshness of my words. I can tell it took her by surprise. 

            “Where are the kids?” I ask.

            She takes a deep breath so she can speak clearly. She’s still crying nonstop. “In their rooms. I swear they never saw him…they don’t know anything.”

            “I want you out of my house Megan.” I open the door and throw her clothes out into the pouring rain. 

            “Jackson, please don’t…I love you!”

            “No Megan, love is when you come home early to surprise your wife and kids not when you sleep with another man because your husband is out making a living for his family,” I reply.

            I grab her by her arms and push her towards the door. She’s only wearing a pair of short and a large t-shirt. She doesn’t even have shoes on. 

            “Jack no! No!” she begs. “I have nowhere to go.”

            I pull out my wallet and take out a couple of hundred dollar bills. “I’m sure you can find a decent hotel for the night with that.”

            “What about the kids?” she asks trying to pull my grip off of her arm.

            “I’ll tell them that mommy is a cheating whore who had to go away for a while. Don’t worry, I won’t keep you away from your kids but you can’t stay here!” I forcefully push her out the door. She lands on her knees, I’m sure causing them to scrape. I don’t even care enough to care. I slam the door and lock it. I leave her out there without a cell phone, keys, or a jacket. I’m that angry. 

            I walk away from the door while hearing her bang over and over. She’s crying and begging but I don’t care. I spend some time in the guest room before I think about my actions. After about thirty minutes of her standing out in the rain without any decent clothes, I let her back in. She’s sobbing and shivering.

            “You stay in the bedroom and I’ll be in one of the other rooms. You can have the house and we’ll split custody. You’ll have them majority of the time since I’m always on tour or working on an album. They’re my family and I will put them first but you’re nothing to me. You never will mean anything to me ever again,” I say.

            “Jack, you’re just hurt,” she replies as her voice cracks. She tries to touch me but I move her away. 

            “No, I mean it. This is it for us. I don’t want to fight you for anything. I just want out. It hurt me to be away from you too but I never touched another woman. I’m done here.”

            I leave her standing there dripping from the rain. She’ll probably cry the entire night but I don’t care. This is the beginning of the end for us…

Find out more about Jackson in the RED Tragedies Series here. Jackson appears in A Tragic Heart, RED, & What Could've Been.  

 

Adalyn: At Least We're Still Friends (Short Story)

Last week I posted a short story from Mason's POV and this week's story takes off from that one but it's from Adalyn's POV. You can read last week's here (Mason: The Brother's Club) to catch up. This scene is strictly between Adalyn and Peyton and if it belonged to a book it would be part of Turn It Off (Book 3). Hope you enjoy!

Listen to "At Least My Heart Was Open" by Foy Vance on repeat while reading:

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Adalyn: At Least we’re Still Friends

            There he stood right in front of me. All six foot two of him, his green eyes staring at me; those same eyes I fell in love with…those same eyes that convinced me to give it all to him. We were in the back of the barely lit bar our band plays in from time to time. We just finished a show and the rest of our crew already left to go home. It was just me, Peyton and the bar employees. 

            “Tonight went well,” he said taking a seat next to me. 

            I could barely look at him; not after what I did…not after what our breakup did to him. Mason told me he ended up in a hospital bed getting his stomach pumped from alcohol poisoning. He almost drank himself to death because he was so depressed. He wouldn’t take it well if he knew what happened between me and his cousin last week. 

            “Yeah, it did,” I replied looking down at my drink. I circled my finger around the rim of the glass. Anything not to look at him. 

            I still love him…I always will and part of me wants him back but I’m not sure how smoothly that would work out.

            “Mason told me you came by last week looking for me. I got a little caught up and never got the chance to stop by,” he said positioning himself to look directly at me. 

            I could tell he knew something was bothering me. I hoped he didn’t ask. 

            “Yeah, I did. I wanted to talk to you about us…I just wanted to make sure we didn’t lose our friendship,” I took a sip of my drink. “We’ve been best friends and bandmates for too long to let our relationship fuck all that up. I just wanted you to know that I will always love you Peyton and I don’t want us to not be us anymore.”

            “I feel the same way,” he said as he placed his hand over mine. “I’m glad we’re on the same page. Adalyn, I really wanted us to work. I’m madly in love with you and…I’m sorry. I was a jerk…an asshole.”

            At that very moment I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to forget all this talk about friendship and grab him right there. I gulped down my drink quickly to avoid the feeling. 

            All I wanted was to tell him I was sorry and explain to him that Mason was a mistake. I didn’t mean to sleep with his cousin that day. It just happened. After spending the day with him, I felt a short connection with him and Peyton just never showed up. I was vulnerable and Mason looked good with his wet hair slicked back and his shirt off. I never thought the second guy I would lay with would be my ex-boyfriend’s cousin. They’re like brothers and this would devastate Peyton. Mason and I vowed to keep it a secret. Besides, no one needs to know. It’s not like it would happen again anyway. 

            “How are we going to go back to being just friends if we’re still this much in love?” he asked grabbing hold of his beer bottle in front of him. 

            “We’ll just have to deal with it. We did the best we could as lovers and it didn’t work. We always worked as friends though. It’ll be hard but we’ll be okay,” I answered finally looking up at him. He really is a handsome boy…red hair and all; in fact it only makes him more attractive. 

            “Before we go back to being just friends can I kiss you one last time?” he asked moving in closer. 

            “But…we’re in a bar with people around,” I objected. 

            “No one’s paying any attention to us. I just want one last kiss and that’ll be it,” he continued to press the issue. 

            He had a point. The lights were dim and the bar crew was cleaning up. I leaned in and lightly grabbed him by his collar. He smirked a little before I pressed my lips against his. He pulled me closer and groaned a little. I wanted more…I wanted to take it back and say let’s try one more time but I thought about what happened with Mason last week and all of my thoughts were shattered. If I got back with Peyton I would have to tell him. I fucked up any chance of there being an “us” ever again. If he knew, he would never look at me the same. He would call me a name or two and stop speaking to his cousin. Peyton’s temper isn’t made for the truth. 

            I pull back and he tries to kiss me again but I turn my face away from him. I can’t do it another time. Once was enough. 

            “Come on Addy…let’s just go back to my place and work this out,” he softly pleads. “I love you and you love me. Let’s not make this harder than it needs to be. I’ll be better this time. I’ll put a cap on my rage and I’ll be more respectful of you.”

            “Peyton, no.” My eyes are teary and my face is turning red. “Trust me, you don’t want me. I’m not the same me anymore. We won’t be the same.”

            He caressed my arm and bit his bottom lip. He didn’t hear a word I just said. All he thought about was taking me back to his place and “making up”. 

            “Peyton!” I raised my voice a little and smacked his hand away. He jumped back into reality. “No! I’m just going to go home now. I’ll talk to you later.” I got up and walked toward the door at the back of the bar. I took one last look at him before walking out. He focused his eyes on mine and I saw the anger inside of him. I walked out knowing he found some other girl to take my place that night.

            Now I sit in my room looking at the picture we took together as a couple. I want so badly to call him and tell him I take it back but I’m sure he’s too busy with Claire or Lauren or whoever was willing…I let a tear fall and lay in my bed. At least I sort of did the right thing…at least we’re still friends…

Find out more about Adalyn and Peyton in the RED Tragedies series here. Adalyn appears in A Tragic Heart, RED, Turn It Off (Coming Soon) & What Could've Been (Coming Soon). Peyton appears in A Tragic Heart, Turn It Off, & What Could've Been. 

Mason: The Brothers Club (Short Story)

New week, new short story! You can check out last week's right here (Taylor: The Greatest Liar). This week the story comes from Mason's point of view and if it fit a book it would be Turn It Off (Book 3 of the series). We know a little about this scene from A Tragic Heart (Book 1) when Mason confessed something to Peyton but it was never played out. Well, now it is! The story is entitled "The Brothers Club" and I hope you enjoy! It's a tad bit longer than the previous two.

Listen to "Ink" by Coldplay on repeat while reading:

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Mason: The Brothers Club

             

            The doorbell rang for a second time before I decided to hop off the couch and answer it. My mom and dad are gone and Peyton is God knows where. Ever since he and Adalyn broke up, he’s been going down that slippery slope again. I’m a little afraid for him to be honest. 

            “I’m coming!” I yell towards the door as I make it down the hallway. 

            I open it to see Adalyn standing in front of me. Obviously, she’s here for Peyton. Lately, all these two do is yell at each other and then make up. I never thought it would be like that for them. She’s so good for him and they were happy for about a year straight. I thought she would be the girl to set him straight and keep him that way. I guess it’s true, we can’t change people. All I know is, he’s a fool! Adalyn is the closest thing to perfection we’ll get in this world. As she stands in front of me, she looks like a model who was snatched right out of a Maxim magazine cover. 

            “Oh hey, Adalyn! What’s going on?” I ask standing in the doorway.

            “Hey, Mason, is Peyton home?” she asks looking past me and into the house.

            She slowly moves her blonde hair away from her face. I never realized how bright her eyes are…they’re the perfect honey brown. 

            “Uh, no, he’s not. He left not too long ago. I have no idea where he went and how long he’ll be.”

            “Oh,” she replies in a disappointed tone. “I just wanted to talk to him about what happened the other night.”

            “You mean, about you two breaking up?” I ask raising one eyebrow. 

            She bites her bottom lip pretty hard before responding. “Uh, yeah. Of course he told you,” she says nonchalantly. “He tells you everything.”

            “Well, you’re welcomed to come in and wait for him if you’d like. He may be back in a little while,” I proposed. 

            She looked around for a few seconds before answering. “Okay, it’s not like I have anything better to do anyway.”

            I move to the side to let her in and she moves past me swiftly. She stops in the family room and turns to me. 

            “The Breakfast Club?!” she says with a wide smile. “That’s what you’re watching?!”

            “Uh, yeah…” I reply a little embarrassed. “There was nothing else on and-“

            “That’s awesome! This is my favorite movie!”

            She sits in the very same spot I was in just before I answered the door. Looks like I’m stuck watching The Breakfast Club with Adalyn. I admit I’m a fan of the movie too. I’m sure there was more to choose from but what can I say? I like a good 80’s movie. 

            The time speeds by and the end of the movie comes faster than I remember; yet there’s still no sign of Peyton. In a way, I enjoy him not being here. Spending time with Adalyn isn’t so bad. It’s actually a first for me. Every time she’s around Peyton’s with her. I never got a chance to get to know her. 

            “Hey, uh, so you want a beer or something while you wait for Peyton or do you have to go?” I ask a little more nervously than I should have.

            “A beer sounds not so bad right about now. Like I said, I have nothing to do,” she answers with a smirk. 

            I quickly head to the kitchen and take two of my dad’s beers out of the refrigerator. I come back and hand it to her. 

            “Thanks,” she says as she takes it from my hand. “You know, it’s a pretty nice night. Want to go out back and hang for a while?”

            “Sure! That sounds cool.”

            I lead the way and she follows along. Before I know it we’re both drinking and talking. She tells me about why she decided to break up with Peyton and how she’s honestly just worried about him and his state of mind. 

            “Has he seemed really off lately? Should I be worried?” she asks as if she truly cares about him. I can see how much she loves him. He started off as her best friend and bandmate and then became so much more. Peyton was her first for everything. 

            “He’s…” I pause for a few seconds. “He’s been drinking…a lot.”

            “Oh God!” she says as her eyes widen. “Has he-“

            “No, I don’t think so,” I answer before she can even ask the question. She’s worried he started using the hard stuff again. Peyton just got out of rehab last summer and we’re all a little afraid he’ll end up much worse if he goes back down that route again. 

            “Just keep an eye on him. I know he probably won’t let me get that close to him for a while,” she says moving her curly blonde hair behind her ear. 

            Just as she finishes her sentence, the sprinklers pop up and starts to spray us both. It’s unexpected and hilarious. We both squirm and fight to not get wet but it’s useless; we’re drenched by the time we make it back into the house. 

            We’re laughing as I close the back door. Her hair is sticking to her face and I slick mine back.

            “Well, uh, you can’t go home like that. Come upstairs and let me give you a shirt at least,” I say with a smile.

            She follows me up the stairs and into my room. I pick out something that I know wouldn’t look too big on her. 

            “Thank you,” she says as I hand it to her. 

            I walk out the room only to double back when I realize I probably should have offered her a pair of my basketball shorts to go with it. I open the door without knocking only to see her in her bra.

            “Oh, uh, I’m really sorry, I uh-“I begin to say.

            She laughs a little and tells me it’s okay. “I’m in a bra, not naked,” she laughs.

            “O-kay,” I say awkwardly. “Uh, well since you don’t mind I was just coming in to offer you a pair of shorts.”

            “Sure Mason, a pair of shorts would be great,” she says still in her laced pink bra.

            I stare at her longer than I should. She starts to unbutton her pants but I don’t even think to leave.

“This is the part where you should probably walk out,” she jokes, “unless you don’t want to…” 

I know it was meant as a joke but some part of me took it as a proposition. 

“What if I don’t want to?” I ask not taking my eyes off of her. 

Her face turns serious and we both stand there staring at each other. I make the first move and walk closer. She doesn’t move so I get as close as I can. I touch her wet hair and she looks up at me.

“Mason…” she says softly while looking into my eyes.

“I know…this is wrong but…” I can’t even finish my sentence. 

I move my face towards hers and kiss her lightly. She kisses me back letting me know she was one hundred percent with it. I place one hand on the side of her face and she continues to kiss me. She places her hand over mine and kisses me harder. 

Peyton’s like my brother so everything about this is wrong but I can’t stop myself. Adalyn’s too beautiful not to touch. I pull back from the kiss to take off my shirt. She looks at me and sits on my bed; her jeans already unbuttoned. Is this really going to happen? She’s no longer with Peyton but that doesn’t make it okay. He’s still in love with her and she’s in love with him. He’s the only guy she’s ever been with in that way; but most of all, he’s my cousin. 

None of these thoughts stop me. I go for it and before I know it, Adalyn and I are fully at it. For me it’s mostly lust, for her…well I can’t say. She’s a great girl and I think I could really like her if it ever came to it but more than likely that’s not going to happen. It was just the heat of the moment. 

When we finish she scrambles to find her clothes. Wet or not, she was in a hurry to go and I’m sure the last thing she wanted to wear was something that reminds her of me and what just happened. 

“I won’t tell Peyton,” I say after we’re fully dressed. “He doesn’t have to know.”

“I think that’s best,” she says barely looking at me. 

“I’ll let him know you stopped by,” I say before she walks out my room. 

“Yeah, thanks,” she replies as she hurries out. 

Well, so much for being one half of the brothers club…

Find out more about Mason and Adalyn in the RED Tragedies series here! Mason and Adalyn appears in A Tragic Heart, RED, Turn It Off (Coming Soon), and What Could've Been (Coming Soon)

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Taylor: The Greatest Liar (Short Story)

Last week I posted my first short story based on the characters from my book series (RED Tragedies Series or A Tragic Heart Series, whatever you want to call it) and here I am this week with a new one. You can view the one from last week here (Peyton: The One) before reading this one if you want. As I stated in my initial post about the short stories they will be posted in no particular order and can fit any book.

This week the story comes from Taylor's point of view and if it belonged to a book it would belong to A Tragic Heart (Book 1 of the series). It's entitled "The Greatest Liar" and would fit perfectly with the triangle that happens between Taylor, Mason, and Peyton. Enjoy!

Listen to "The Greatest Bastard" by Damien Rice while reading:

https://soundcloud.com/damienrice/the-greatest-bastard

Taylor: The Greatest Liar

            Sometimes I wonder if we’re really in control of our decisions or if fate forces us to do what we do. Either way we have to pay the consequences. I guess life is unfair that way. I let one single tear fall before opening the door to our apartment. This used to be the only place that put a smile on my face after a hard day and now I can’t even call it my safe haven. It’s been built upon lies.

            I fake a smile towards the once “love of my life”. He really did keep his promise about trying to be a better man for me even after the infidelity and the whole getting another girl pregnant thing. The problem is that I just couldn’t forgive him as easily as I thought I could. It hurts all the time, just the same.

            He smiles back at me and pulls me into a hug as he kisses me softly on the cheek. He was lying across the couch watching a game he probably didn’t even care about. It was just something to pass the time until I came home.

            I told him I had something to take care of with Jackson since he came back to town. I told him he only had a week here and I wanted to spend time with my brother. It was a lie…all of it. Jackson is really in town but I wasn’t spending time with him…I was with Peyton. Mason knows Peyton and I are best friends but he would even find it weird that I chose to spend the entire night with him on a day we had a date planned. Truth is I would rather spend my time with Peyton at his place than go out into the real world with Mason. The biggest problem about that is Mason’s my husband and Peyton’s his closest cousin. Guilt consumes me once more.

            “How’s my love?” Mason asks with a grin. He’s been extraordinarily welcoming lately.

            “I’m good,” I lie.

            “I was thinking since you canceled our date maybe we could pull an all-nighter and watch a few movies over junk food. I bought your favorite cheesecake from your favorite bakery.”

            He flashes me his puppy dog eyes and I can’t decline that. He’s really trying. He’s really sorry. I wish I could say the same about myself. 

            “I’d love that, Mason,” I reply in a soft voice. “Just let me take a quick shower first.”

            I walk past him hoping he doesn’t ask why I need a shower. Honestly, I feel dirty after spending the night loving Peyton just to come home and fake it with his cousin. Mason and I had a good run but it’s over…I just can’t fully let him go. I’m doing to him what he did to me first but I think I’m the greatest liar in this situation. 

            Eventually I’m going to tell him; I’m just trying to figure out how and when. This is going to crush him more than it crushed me. At least Lauren wasn’t a friend or a family member. Peyton is practically his brother. They were raised together and even grew up in the same household. They took on the world together since forever and here I am breaking up one of the greatest bonds that ever existed. The stories of Mason and Peyton are legendary…but this one is going to go down as the most iconic. 

I strip off my clothes and turn on the shower. The moment the warm water hits my face I let the tears fall. How could Mason cheat on me for so long without it affecting him like this? It’s only been about two weeks since Peyton and I started this affair and I feel like I’m already breaking. 

I tried to justify my actions by remembering that I probably was always in love with Peyton from the start and just didn’t realize it. Peyton recently told me he was in love with me from the first time we ever spoke to each other. He saw me around from time to time and always thought I was his type of girl, he just never acted and Mason got there first. I thought Mason was all I ever wanted but once I got to know Peyton, I saw just how wrong I was. It was fate.

That’s exactly what I want to tell Mason when I break him the news. I want to tell him that it was fate that brought Peyton and I together. Our bad decisions weren’t ours at all but it was something in this cosmic universe that conspired to put us together before time even started. We’re soulmates and as foolish as it sounds it must be true because we both felt the attraction the moment we stood in front of each other. Peyton wasn’t just meant to be my best friend…he was always more. I’m his extra rib and Mason…Mason is the pawn that was played to bring us together. Maybe if I explained it this way Mason would understand and wouldn’t be as hurt; but even I know that’s not true.

I turn off the shower water and step out. I wipe off the foggy mirror in the bathroom to take a good look at myself. I still look intact and Mason wouldn’t suspect a thing. I hurry and head straight to our bedroom to get dressed. I throw on one of Mason’s t-shirts and walk back into the living room. He bites his bottom lip as I sit next to him.

“I always liked that shirt on you,” he says coming closer.

“I know, that’s why I wore it,” I reply as I forced him to cuddle with me. 

His skin is always so warm and something about that makes me feel like everything is going to be okay. Part of me wants Mason forever but I know I have to make a choice…or maybe the universe has already done that for me. In the end, I don’t think the choice is really mine at all. I was made for Peyton and Peyton was made for me; but for the time being I’ll just enjoy the movie and cheesecake with Mason.

           

Find out more about Mason and Taylor in the RED Tragedies series here! Mason appears in A Tragic Heart, RED, Turn It Off (Coming Soon), and What Could've Been (Coming Soon). Taylor appears in A Tragic Heart, Turn It Off and What Could've Been.

...And Another One!

First off, allow me to say that I am sorry for not posting anything at all last week. I can use the excuse that my birthday was last Tuesday but I guess that doesn't suffice, does it? Anyway, I have some pretty good/exciting news! ...Maybe...

As you all know, my second novel RED is still in the editing phase and won't be ready until some time in December. It's the second part to my debut novel, A Tragic Heart. I mentioned before that this book series is a trilogy with Turn It Off following after RED. Well, it looks like this trilogy just turned into a four book saga!

I wasn't going to go there initially but after a couple of readers took an early look at RED, they didn't want to settle for Turn It Off being the final book in the story. The newest one I am working on is already titled but I'll leave the name out for now just in case I decide to change it. I'm already over 21,000 words into the novel and I just started it last Thursday.

The novel is written in a similar style to A Tragic Heart and RED but it incorporates a lot of the style from Turn It Off as well. Point is: You'll have to read all three books before reading this one to fully understand it (Hello! It's a book series!).

Well, that's all I have for you for today. I don't want to give away too much too soon. I'll reveal more when the time comes but for now, back to RED. I'll post more on RED later on in the upcoming weeks. The reviews have been good so far!