Spotlight: A Queen From the North by Erin McRae & Racheline Maltese

It may be the 21st century, but in a not-so-united kingdom the wounds of the Wars of the Roses have never healed. The rivalry between the Yorkish north and Lancastrian south has threatened to pull the nation apart for over 500 years. 

While the modern world struggles with fractures born of ancient conflict, Lady Amelia Brockett faces far more mundane problems. Known to her family as Meels, this youngest daughter of a Northern earl is having the Worst. Christmas. Ever. Dumped by her boyfriend and rejected from graduate school, her parents deem her the failure of the family. 

But when her older brother tries to cheer her with a trip to the races, a chance meeting with Arthur, the widowed, playboy Prince of Wales, offers Amelia the chance to change her life -- and Britain's fortunes -- forever. Hunted by the press -- and haunted by Arthur's niece who fancies herself the kingdom's court witch -- Amelia finds herself adrift in a sea of paparazzi, politics, and prophecy. 

With few allies beyond her allergic-to-horses sister-in-law, her best friend who has a giant crush on the prince, and the cute young receptionist at Buckingham Palace that calls himself her Royalty Customer Service Representative, Amelia must navigate a perilous and peculiar course to secure Arthur's love and become A Queen from the North.

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“The genealogists put together a list,” the Prince said. “All unmarried women of the peerage, in a certain age demographic, who do not have children and have not been divorced. As you might imagine, it’s not particularly extensive.”

“Why not include commoners?” Amelia asked faintly.

“By what criteria? There’s a nation of those. If someone is going to be subjected to this life, they may as well go in as prepared as possible.”

“Wouldn’t it have been easier to hold a ball?”

Prince Arthur laughed. His whole face brightened, almost like it had at the races. “The treasury’s already girding its loins for the inevitable royal wedding. Best not to run up an even bigger bill in the process of finding a bride.”

"Are you…proposing to me?" She asked hesitantly. And then, more hysterically, “After five minutes? After talking about genealogy?”

"Hardly.” Arthur sounded offended. “This is me asking if you'd agree to meet with me again to discuss the matter of marriage further."

Amelia stared at him. This couldn’t possibly be happening.

“Your genealogy, though, is hardly irrelevant.” Prince Arthur removed a piece of paper from the folio, spun it around on the table and pushed it at her.

“This is my family tree.”

“Yes. We do our homework here,” Prince Arthur flipped through his folio again. “You’re attractive, well-born, and intelligent. Pursuing a graduate degree in the earth sciences, I believe.”

“I graduate in the spring. I’m applying to PhD programs. I want to study climate change,” Amelia managed to say, as if any of those words could be a defense against what was happening.

“All of which is excellent. You also happen to be the only eligible daughter of one of the oldest families of York. Both the city and the ancient house.”

“How is that a plus?” Amelia was wary. Little good ever came of the rare times London mentioned York.

“Political marriages — at least of this form — are rather out of style these days. But the rift between the north and the rest of the country only grows.”

“That’s the Prime Minister’s fault. And Parliament’s.” It was Amelia’s turn to be offended now. “The most recent jobs bill—”

The Prince sighed. “Yes. I know. I agree with you. Yet as a member of the royal house I can hardly engage in politics. At least not on a parliamentarian’s terms. But symbolism is mine. And what I can do is unite York and London — York and Lancaster — in a way they haven’t been in centuries. I know this proposition is awkward, but we could make history, you and I.”

“Awkward?!” Amelia exclaimed. “This conversation is insane.”

Prince Arthur blinked mildly at her. “I’m merely trying to apply the available resources to a set of problems. Before you judge, I suggest you consider the resources that could be applied to your problems were you to choose to help me with mine.”

“You don’t even know what my problems are!”

“I don’t have to, to know we could help each other.”

Amelia wanted to turn away from the intensity of his stare, but she couldn’t. He was magnetic, and there was a sharpness, even a shrewdness, to him that hadn’t been present at the races. His eyes may have been brown, but he was no prey animal. She couldn’t help but lean in ever so slightly. In her mind she cursed both the table between them and this proposed conspiracy.

“Lady Amelia,” Prince Arthur said, “do you want to be Queen Consort of England, Scotland, and Wales, Her Royal Majesty of Britain?”

“No!” Amelia pressed her feet firmly against the floor as the word came out of her mouth unbidden. The Prince was fascinating, but the question so baldly put was terrifying. Not to mention treasonous for her to answer in anything but the negative. She wondered, fleetingly, if this were a trap.

“Shall I call to have you shown out then?” His words were without rancor, but there was a coldness to them she did not prefer.

She shook her head. “No,” she repeated more softly.

He smiled.

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About the Authors

Erin McRae is a queer writer based in New York and Washington, DC. She is a researcher, statistician, and novelist.

She has a bachelor’s degree in International Relations from the University of Toronto (Toronto, Canada) and a master’s degree in International Affairs from American University (Washington, DC).

Together with Racheline Maltese she founded Avian30, a literary collective dedicated to stories with magical and sexual realism. She is a hybrid author. She and Racheline Maltese have self-published titles (A Queen From the North, 2017; The Art of Three, 2017, and the Love in Los Angeles series, which was originally published by Torquere Press in 2014 and is being re-released in 2017). They have also published work with Cleis Press (Best Gay Romance, 2015), Dreamspinner (The Love’s Labours series, 2015), Supposed Crimes (Young Love Old Hearts, 2015).

She lives with her spouse and their two cats.

Racheline Maltese can fly a plane, sail a boat, and ride a horse, but has no idea how to drive a car. With Erin McRae she writes romance about fame and public life. She is also a producer and writer on Tremontaine, Serial Box Publishing's adventure of manners, swordplay, and chocolate that's a prequel to Ellen Kushner's gay lit classic, Swordspoint.

Racheline's training includes a journalism degree from The George Washington University, as well as acting and directing coursework at the Atlantic Theater Company Acting School (New York City) and the National Institute of Dramatic Art (Sydney, Australia).

Her fiction, non-fiction and poetry has appeared in numerous outlets, and she is a regular speaker on pop-culture topics at fan and academic conferences. Racheline also voiced Desire and Delirium in a benefit performance of Neil Gaiman's The Sandman for the CBLDF.

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Read an excerpt from Dating the Wrong Mr. Right by Amanda Ashby

Pepper Watson has lost everything–her job, her fiancé, and the future she’d so carefully planned. Now she’s back at Wishing Bridge trying to figure out her next step. Her new plan does not include the ever-so-sexy Ben Cooper. Nope. She’s getting her life back on track, and getting out of this little town as fast as possible.

Ben Cooper is doing his best to build his business and help his parents. The last thing he needs is the distraction that is Pepper Watson. She might be prickly every time he’s in her presence, but he sees another side of her. The side that has set aside her dreams to help her sisters. And then there’s the fact that kissing her is pretty much the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

He’s putting down roots. She’s running away. It’s going to take more than a wish for these two to find their happily ever after.

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She tilted her head a fraction. Was it an invitation? He leaned toward her.

“Coop, we shouldn’t,” she croaked, not moving.

“Oh, we really should,” he assured her as his mouth found hers.

Want exploded through him. Her lips were soft against his and she tasted of beer and freshness. Last time they’d kissed, it was over too soon. This time it’s on my terms. Her mouth opened to his as the beer fell from her hand. Coop discarded his own bottle and slid his hands around her back, drawing her closer.

The stars, the night sky, everything faded away.

She ran her hands down his back, turning him on more than it had the right to. He deepened the kiss before planting a trail of kisses down her neck. His fingers slid down the inside of her coat, but before he could tug her shirt from the waistband of her slacks, her cell phone beeped. It was like a siren in the night, and they both froze.

Pepper was the first to respond as she pulled away from him and a series of emotions flickered across her face.

“Um, I should check this. It could be urgent.”

“More urgent than this?” Coop tried to get his breathing under control.

She opened her mouth and then shut it again. Obviously lost for words. She stood up, carefully stepping over the beer that had spilled out onto the ground.

“I’m sorry, I’m not sure what came over me, but I should go.”

Coop bit back his disappointment with a shrug. “Sure. But you know Pepper. Kissing me once might have been an accident, but twice...”

“Twice was a mistake. It won’t happen again,” she said in a regal voice.

“You’re the boss,” he said. She turned her back and hurried toward her car and driveway.

Okay, so that had happened. If only I knew what the hell that was.

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About the Author

Amanda Ashby was born in Australia but now lives in New Zealand where she writes romance, young adult and middle grade books. She also works in a library, owns far too many vintage tablecloths and likes to delight her family by constantly rearranging the furniture.

She has a degree in English and Journalism from the University of Queensland and is married with two children. Her debut book was nominated for a Romantic Times Reviewers Choice award, and her first young adult book was listed by the New York Public Library?s Stuff for the Teen Age. Because she’s mysterious she also writes middle grade books under the name, Catherine Holt and hopes that all this writing won’t interfere with her Netflix schedule.

She also runs writing workshops and loves to speak to people about Buffy (er, she means writing). See her Website for more information.

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Spotlight: The Gamble, Sweet Dreams, and Lady Luck by Kristen Ashley

THE GAMBLE

Life isn't meant to be perfect. It's meant to be lived . . .

Nina Sheridan thought she'd found the perfect man who would become the perfect husband. She was wrong. When Nina realizes the man she planned to grow old with doesn't know her at all, it's time to rethink her idea of perfect. And what better place to get her life in order than a remote Colorado mountain town halfway around the world?

Gnaw Bone, Colorado, may not be flashy or cosmopolitan, but it's got a brand of hospitality all its own. Nina isn't entirely sure she's ready to trade the life she thought she wanted in England for cozy evenings in her mountain retreat, and she definitely isn't sure she's ready to handle the connection she feels to the owner of her rental house, Max Holden . . .

Nina didn't come to Colorado to find love, but even the best-laid plans can go awry. Now, if Nina can let go of her past, Max-and a future in Gnaw Bone-might just be the perfect second chance she's been waiting for.

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SWEET DREAMS

When you lose everything, anything is possible.

Lauren Grahame needs a whole new life. A simpler life. After leaving her cheating husband, she moves to Carnal, Colorado, takes a job as a waitress, and realizes she might have finally found the hometown she'd been searching for. Except things are about to get a lot more complicated . . .

Lauren's fresh start does not include her growing feelings for her boss, Tate Jackson. She'll take the new friends, the new job, not to mention the incredible banana bread from the local coffee shop, but love is not on the agenda.

However, the people of Carnal know chemistry when they see it, and they're not about to let Tate and Lauren miss their chance.

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LADY LUCK

All you need is a little luck.

Lexie Berry has had nothing but bad luck. You name it, Lexie has probably survived it-or worse. But there's only so much bad luck a girl can take, and now one promise is all that stands between her and a brand-new life.

When that promise brings her to Carnal, Colorado, Lexie isn't sure the rough, yet strangely charming, town is for her. But there's something Carnal has that might just make staying around worth it . . . and that's Ty Walker.

For five years, Ty was imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit. Now he wants revenge on the people who framed him. Lexie knows there's a difference between vengeance and justice, and she'll do everything she can to make sure Ty gets the latter. And with the good people of Carnal on their side, Lexie and Ty might finally find their luck is changing for the better.

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About the Author

Kristen Ashley grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana, and has lived in Denver, Colorado, and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write.

Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multigenerational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland, and Kristen grew up listening to the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon, and Whitesnake.

Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music and love was a good way to grow up.

And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.

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Spotlight: Alpha at Home by DJ Bryce

Maximus has always known two things: He was destined to be the Bravo of his Pack and he's in love with Gilliam Matthews. The problem is, Gilliam was raised knowing she was destined to be mated to the Alpha, who is Maximus's best friend. 

Although they've kept each other at arms length, you can't escape fate. When it becomes clear that Gilly is Max's mate, and not Mateo's, they will all have to come to terms with the way this will impact, not just their lives, but the pack's future. 

Alpha at Home is the first in an all new series about men who may not be brothers by blood, but are brothers of the heart. And the realization that, regardless of how the Matthews siblings have been raised, sometimes you have to follow your heart, even if it's leading you down the hardest path.

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Author DJ Bryce loves her men tall, dark, and Alpha. She can often be found relaxing with a cup of coffee, a handful of RedVines, and a dirty book, with her three dogs snoozing happily at her feet. 
She's a lover of The Walking Dead, Romantic Comedies, and writing sexy shifters. 
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Read an exclusive excerpt from The First Word by Isley Robson

To stay sane, Andie Tilly must keep her mind on her work. Her job as a pediatric occupational therapist is the perfect distraction from the unspeakable tragedy she experienced as a child. But when she meets alternative-energy magnate Rhys Griffiths and his autistic toddler, Will, she quickly realizes her heart will never be the same. Especially when her name becomes Will’s first word.

After accepting a position as a live-in therapist for Will, Andie steels herself against the appeal of the disconcertingly attractive—and attracted—Rhys. But their chemistry can no longer be denied, and their heated affair seems destined for happily ever after. A destiny Andie’s terrified to embrace.

When Andie’s guilt, Rhys’s awkwardness, and the abrupt appearance of an erratic ex threaten to dismantle their delicately blooming relationship, they must decide if love is worth the challenge. Can Andie and Rhys find their way back to each other? Or will the demons of the past simply prove too strong?

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Rhys paced into the foyer. Where was she? He stalked across the gleaming expanse of marble and flung the front door open. And there, almost nose to nose with him, stood a figure on the threshold, poised to knock. 

He took in the flash of emphatic hazel eyes, and the perfect symmetry of dramatic winged brows set against pale, fine-grained skin. Her face was delicate, heart shaped, and framed by a lush cascade of dark hair. The reality of this woman was so different from the image he’d conjured that it felt like an ambush. She was striking. Beautiful, by anyone’s definition. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She took a step back and offered her hand. “You must be Mr. Griffiths. I’m Andie Tilly.” 

“Yes, I suppose you are.” Rhys realized the words were inappropriate as soon as they passed his lips, but there was no biting them back. It was a dilemma he often faced when meeting new people. Overcome by the barrage of sensory input in those first few moments, he could become unmoored and lose his way in conversation. 

With Andie Tilly, the problem was magnified tenfold. His gaze skated over her soft pink mouth—full but unsmiling—and the elegant stem of her neck. Eyes. Lips. Skin. Throat. Each feature vied for his focus, like the scattered pieces of a puzzle he had yet to solve. 

Too late, he noticed that he’d grasped her hand and neglected to let it go. He gave himself a swift mental kick and released his grip. Sometimes it seemed his entire history with the opposite sex was nothing more than a series of pratfalls brought on by a kind of interpersonal dyslexia. Time and time again, he’d failed to read the cues. 

Now, for Will’s sake, he’d given up trying. He could no longer risk the damage. It was a good thing this woman was only here for a job. 

She was stalled on the doorstep, waiting for an invitation, so he waved her inside. Well padded in a bulky winter jacket, she slipped by him and into the foyer with an elegant economy of movement. A frigid blast of New England air followed her in, but the chill dissolved in a warm ripple of sensation where her sleeve brushed his chest. 

Shrugging her jacket into his waiting hands, she stood there in hip-skimming jeans and a simple T-shirt, exuding a fresh, lemony scent and an unassuming grace. 

“Where’s Tom?” he asked, groping for a conversational anchor. 

She shot him a searching look. Her eyes were mesmerizing, their shape as cleanly etched as an Egyptian hieroglyph. Against the flawless backdrop of her skin, they sent potent signals. Anxiety. And something more profound. 

“He’s in the car, taking a call. He said I should come in. I hope I didn’t disturb you.” 

“Not at all,” he said, working to collect himself. “I was expecting you, of course.” 

He guided her through the glittering, formal foyer, careful to maintain a pleasantly neutral expression. But as he ushered her into the den, his focus unintentionally riveted to the subtle swing of her denim-clad hips, he was forced to acknowledge that he was indeed disturbed. More disturbed than he cared to admit. Not least by his toddler son’s staggeringly good taste in women. 

“I confess I was curious to meet you,” Andie said as he showed her to the cluster of leather club chairs grouped by the fireplace. “Your son really made an impression on me.” 

“The feeling seems to be mutual.” He gestured for her to take a seat. “Which makes me even more curious to get to know you.” 

She gave an uncomfortable smile, polite but locked down, her gaze skittering away as she settled herself into the leather upholstery. 

Rhys was too restless to claim a seat for himself. “Tell me how you did it,” he prompted. “How you got through to him.” 

“There’s no secret to it,” she demurred. “I interacted with Will the same way I would with any client. It’s just—” 

“Yes?” Rhys pressed. 

She dipped her gaze and drew a deep breath. 

“This might sound strange,” she confided, “but I understand kids like Will. I know what it’s like not to feel at home in your own skin. To experience the world as an unforgiving place. Not in the exact same way they do, of course. But I get it, and I want to help. Maybe he could sense that.” 

Rhys stilled, his pulse pounding at his temples. 

“That doesn’t sound strange at all,” he said, his voice raw. He cleared his throat. “But I have to admit I’m pretty ignorant about what you occupational therapists actually do. Will strikes me as a little young to have an occupation.” 

“Don’t worry.” Andie’s posture loosened a fraction as the flicker of a smile played across her lips. “Occupational therapy isn’t about putting Will to work.” 

“Well, that’s a relief. I was a little worried about finding a business suit for him that would work with the diaper.” 

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About the Author

Isley Robson is a word lover who, when not reading, spends her time writing about colorful characters and the people who love them. After earning a degree from the University of Technology Sydney, she moved to the Boston area to continue her studies and eventually took a job in corporate communications. Through it all, she continued writing and has now won a variety of romantic-fiction awards, including the Orange Rose 2015, the Fire and Ice 2015, the Catherine 2014, the Laurie 2014, and Show Me the Spark 2013. Her debut novel, The First Word, is book one in The Visionaries series.

Robson lives in New England with her writer husband, two children, and two dogs. For more information, visit her at www.isleyrobson.com or on Twitter @isleyrobson.

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Read an excerpt from I'm Not in the Band by Amber Garza

I like Kassidy Milton. There, I said it. She’s funny, beautiful—even though she doesn’t know it—and my favorite kind of weird. But I can’t tell if she’s into me or just trying to get close to me for a chance with my famous twin brother instead. I mean, it has to be me. I am the better-looking one. 

But Kassidy has some demons, and she’s not good at letting people in. That happens when you’ve been hurt by someone close to you. I can relate. Trust is a funny thing; it’s hard to gain but easy to lose. I might just learn that the hard way.       

Disclaimer: This Entangled Teen Crush book includes a snarky heroine, a swoon-worthy hero, crazy best friends, your favorite music, and lots of feels.

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“Hey.” He pushes off the van and takes a few steps toward me.

We’re so close I can smell traces of soap and mint toothpaste. “Hey,” I respond. Way to be original, Kass.

“You made it.” He rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

I laugh without meaning to. “Well, I didn’t really have a choice. It is the first day of school, and I do go here now…” The words trail off as I realize I’m being rude.

His cheeks redden. “Yeah, I guess that was a stupid thing to say. I just meant that you made it early…to meet me…” Shaking his head, he says, “Man, I’m usually so smooth.”

My head spins. I’m not the type of girl that makes guys nervous. Sophie and Kate make guys nervous. I make them comfortable. It’s why I get friend-zoned so early on. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve liked a guy, thinking they liked me, only to find out later that they had a crush on Kate or one of my other friends, and they were using me to get close to them because I was the approachable one.

“Hopefully you’re smoother than this when you spit,” I joke, remembering last night’s text. My pulse skitters beneath my flesh. I’m not usually flirty.

“Oh. Right.” He laughs, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re not chickening out, are you?” Raising an eyebrow, I cross my arms over my chest. What has gotten into me?

“Never. I just need a minute to prepare.” He rolls his shoulders, stretching his neck from side to side as if preparing for a race. “Okay. Okay. I think I got it.” Bouncing his head up and down, he starts. “Uh uh, yo. First day of school, chilling with Kassidy. If I was allergic to hot girls, then I would sneeze. My name is Archer, my rhymes are fire. We can go on a date, if you so desire.”

My face flames. Is he serious? His teasing smile makes it impossible to tell.

“Give me one more minute?” he asks. “I…um…have been kind of wanting to do something all night, and I’ve finally worked up the courage. And…um…I’m kinda worried if I don’t do it now, I won’t.” I swallow hard as he angles his face, moving it closer to mine. “Kassidy, is it okay if I kiss you?” Hot air fans over my lips, smelling like mint and soda. I’ve only been kissed two times before, and neither went well. But this will be different. This is Archer, and the closer his face comes to mine, the more my body hums with anticipation. Holding my breath, I nod.

His hands slide farther along my cheeks, his fingers slipping under my hair. Then his lips lightly brush mine. Once. Twice. Quickly, like a soft drumbeat. Reaching out, I grip him around the waist, afraid I might fall. Drawing back, he meets my gaze. My mouth feels dry, as if I’m eating a mouthful of cotton. My chest rises and falls with each breath, and I nervously lick my lips, anticipating his next move. When he brings his face toward mine again, I close my eyes and part my lips. This time his mouth presses down more firmly, his lips soft and warm.

At first I’m paying attention to every movement, trying to match it. But it doesn’t take long to lose myself. I’m weightless, no longer tethered to the ground. My toes skim the clouds, my fingertips brush the stars. The frigid air whisks over my skin, causing me to shiver. It’s a satisfying shiver, deep in my bones. When our lips detach, I blink repeatedly bringing myself back to earth.

I’ve never experienced a kiss like this before. It was amazing.

And I can’t wait to do it again.

“It’s not that big of a deal. Really.”

“Oh, I think it’s a really big deal.” He moves closer, his hand curving around my waist, his body sliding against mine.

“You do?” I get the feeling we’re not talking about the same thing.

“Our first date. Our first dance.” His lips hover mine. “Our first kiss. To me that’s a very big deal.”

Ah, yes. I prefer this topic of conversation. My lips burn with longing. Closing my eyes, I wait for his mouth to cover mine.

“Ross Devlin and Kassidy Milton are now friends! What?” Tiffany’s shrill voice rings out in the hallway. My chest tightens as Archer draws back. Tiffany stares down at the phone in her hand, her mouth gaping open. Then she stomps away from us angrily.

Archer’s brows are furrowed. “What was that about?”

My stomach sinks. He didn’t know. And now I have to be the one to tell him. “Um…your brother and I sorta became Facebook friends. But like I said, it’s not a big deal.”

“That’s what you were talking about?” His jaw tightens. “That’s why everyone keeps staring at us? I assumed it was because of the pictures I posted of our date.”

“That would make a lot more sense,” I mutter under my breath.

“Not really.” He frowns. “A date with me isn’t really news. Friending a celebrity is.”

“But isn’t half the school friends with him?”

“Yeah, but they knew him before he was famous.” He runs a hand through his hair. “And he’s selective with who he’ll friend on social media.”

The statement feels heavy, weighted, and my knees buckle under it. “Are you…” I work up the courage to finish the question. “Bothered by this?”

He doesn’t answer right away. I hold my breath.

Finally, he shrugs. “I just didn’t realize you wanted to be his friend.”

I exhale. “Of course, I am. I want to be friends with everyone who’s important to you.”

“So this is about me, not him?”

It feels like a trick question.

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Amber Garza currently lives in California with her amazing husband, and two hilarious children who provide her with enough material to keep her writing for years.

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