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Being crew is walking between two worlds.
One world is normal: Prom. Parties. College.
Those are the concerns they worry about.

In our world, we deal with other situations.
Cops. Drugs. Brawling.
That’s a typical day for us.

But what if it wasn’t?

What if there came a day when you stopped?
When you considered letting your enemies win?
When you didn’t fight back?
When you chose a different path?

First I lost my family. Then I got the Wolf Crew.
I couldn't lose them too.

But what happens when Cross, Zellman, and Jordan keep going…
...and I don’t?



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**Crew Princess is NOT going to be available in Kindle Unlimited.

It will remain on all platforms.**

This has not been edited!


“Stuff it, Taz.”


I grasped tighter to the railing just as Cross was heading down. I looked up now, more relief flooding me because his eyes were firmly locked on his sister’s and his jaw was clenched. That strong and squarelike jaw, one that I ached to kiss and touch and run my hands over. His hair was a little lighter than normal, but cut short, and if possible, he’d been hitting the weights harder over the last two months than normal.

Jordan and Zellman liked to lift weights, but was a past-time for them. It wasn’t a religious thing. Not for Cross. There was a fresh set of weights at Jordan’s shed and Cross went there for a couple hours a day now. The results were staggering. Still at six-one, he remained lean, but he was much more defined than ever. His stomach was a washboard of abs, and if he turned to the side with his shirt off, I could see nearly every cut of his muscles.

He’d been on a mission and besides lifting weights, training with Race (who was a boxer), his other outlet was me.

He turned those tawny hazel eyes on me, and I was zapped, just by that mere look. I could tell he needed a release. I was feeling my own rising up again, just fueled earlier by being cornered by Sweets and then having Taz following me inside. If Jordan and Z didn’t come find us, Cross and I would be taking off on our own. Just a matter of time.

“Cross,” Taz was starting, flicking the tear away. Her voice suddenly firmed back up. Shocker. She angled her body so she was half blocking him now as he came down the stairs, a bag over his shoulder. She had a hand on the other railing. “You need to talk to Mom--”

He stopped in front of her, staring down at her. “I don’t, actually.”


His words clipped out, “Don't.”

Taz’s entire body seemed to deflate.

“Hey, Cross!”

God. Really?

Monica had come in, along with Sunday Barnes. No Sweets, but one of their other girls were with them. Lila, I think. Monica’s the one who had said hello, but Lila was the one gazing at Cross like he had a halo over his head.

If only she knew what he’d almost done right after winter break.

Though, thinking about it, maybe no. The halo would’ve been replaced with the whole bad boy image, but who I was I really kidding? Cross had that already. He was in Wolf Crew. We were not saints, not at all.

Lila migrated closer, tipping her head back to smile at him. She was four feet from me. She was in some dangerous waters here.

She almost purred at him, for real. “I didn’t know you were here, Cross.”

He didn’t respond, just knowing, just waiting.

I moved in, because he knew me so well.

“Hi.” I blocked her view of him. Lila was five two. All I had to do was stand right in front of her and she couldn’t see past me.

She blinked a few times, her eyes enlarging. “Oh. Hey, Bren.” Surprise was in her voice. “I didn’t realize you were here. I thought it was just Taz…” Her voice trailed off, her eyes flicking past my shoulders. Then, dipping her head down, swallowing tightly, she rushed out, “Are you guys going to the bonfire event tonight? For District Weekend.”

District Weekend. I’d forgotten, and shit.

That meant Prom was the following weekend.

Don't forget! I'll be closing this very soon.

Cole is heading to Russia!

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An update on me!

I've gotten a few questions so I wanted to do just a general update! I've had a few things happen in my personal life so I'm behind with sending out prizes for giveaways, but it's going to happen and soon. One of those things was that I moved!! It was a year project that happened and I'm so ecstatic about it. Because of the move and a few other things, I'm not committing to book signings right now so I don't have anything in the of now. ;) There's one signing internationally that I'm still eyeing if they'll have me, but as of right now, it's all on hold. 

What isn't on hold is my writing! Teardrop Shot released in June and I've got Crew Princess coming out August 19th. And remember that football romance I teased a looooong time ago? Well, guess what I'm working on right now? I even have the cover done for it and I'M IN LOVE!! I have no idea when I'll get it done and published, but it's in the works. 

After that, I've got a few secret projects I can only say this much about and I have no idea when they'll get published, but I'm soooo excited for when it happens. 

Other news: Nate's book is happening, but I've got a few other books to finish first. AND I've got a mafia book that won't leave me alone so I've got another mafia coming next year as well. 

That's it. That's all I can say. 

Oh my gosh!! All the projects. And Crew 3---but I want to make sure you guys all enjoy Crew Princess first and I hope you do. So much! 

Here's a slight sneak peek at that football romance I talked about above: 

Another sneak peek from my sneak peek! ;) Not edited.

That was a party house. 

Full out. No exceptions. That was a total party house. 

Every room was lit up. People were on the front yard. The door was opening and closing. People were running in and house. Girls. Guys. All homosapiens with those red cups in hand. A person didn’t need to be a social outcast like myself to know what was in those cups. Beer. Booze. Alcohol. Liquor. 

I checked my email again and yep. This was not what I had signed up for. The ad said, BORING! STUDIOUS! QUIET! I clicked on it, a ‘Char’ seemed only too eager for me, saying I was a ‘perfect fit’ and the rest had been history. 

I mean, not totally. 

There’d been the credit history because mine wasn’t so great since I was helping with family stuff, and she’d not been so regular on getting back to me, but the end result was all that mattered. Right? Right. I was answering myself and I was right. It was right. 

But no, looking at the house that matched the address and matched the pictures, that was wrong, so very wrong. 

Same house. Different context. The pictures she sent me told me it was a demure house. Boring, like her ad said. White trim shutters. Freshly painted red on the house. A freaking blue door. The door might’ve sold it, or it might’ve been the promise that I’d have my entrance and exit. My own parking spot. 

She said quiet, studious, boring! Boring. Hello. A party with red solo cups and people milling in and out the door, and those weren’t even normal party people. I was looking. I knew people from the higher echelon circles and they were it. 

That was not me. No way. 

I had a small scrape with someone from that world and I walked away with a full body shiver. 

Well. I was shivering again. A full body/full twitch one. 

I had two years left. Two freaking years. A thing happened and I made the decision that life was short, I was going for what I truly loved and apparently what I truly loved took me almost five states away from my father and my stepmother. 

I made my decision, applied, and when I was accepted a week later even though I was late in the application process, I searched for a place to live while I was packing my car. The house was four blocks from college. I was changing my major from pre-law to marine biology so I needed quiet, I needed studious, I needed boring because I knew what my next few years were going to be about. I would not have a life. That was okay with me. Fully. Totally. 


..... more to come!! 


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