She was nervous... too nervous to walk the red carpet.
It made her sick to the stomach when she thought about it.
Jonathan had sold his mansion in LA and built a house in Bennett Landing, down the road from the Landing Inn, making them McKleski’s neighbors. He’d proposed on a whim, although he’d had the ring for a while, and to his surprise, she’d said yes without even needing to think about it. He worried for a moment that they might be moving too fast, but he realized it didn’t matter.
He’d lost too much time as it was.
He wasn’t going to waste another second.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
“Can we talk for a minute?” Kennedy asked when he slid into the crowd beside her. People steadily streamed into the theater. They needed to find their seats soon.
“Of course,” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her to him, holding up his free hand to tell his new manager to wait when the man nearly interrupted them. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she said, smiling, a glow on her flushed cheeks. And before she could even open her mouth again, before she could say the words, he already knew, but it still didn’t fail to shock him to the core when she whispered, “I’m pregnant.”
Acknowledgments
Twenty years ago, I posted my very first fan-fiction online—an *NSYNC & Tales From the Crypt crossover horror story. I was fourteen at the time. Two years before that, I wrote a Greek mythology play based on the East Coast/West Coast rap feud between Biggie and Tupac. Since then, I've written countless stories spanning many fandoms, some of which nobody will ever read, but I wrote them because I wanted to, because something had inspired me. So first and foremost, I need to acknowledge the fandoms, the source material, and my fellow fangirls/fanboys. Without these communities, without these people and these characters and these books and bands and movies and shows, I don't know who I'd be today. I'd certainly not be a writer if it weren't for them (notably Twilight, for making me believe in myself enough to make the leap into original fiction). To my fellow con-goers, those who have slept on sidewalks to get into panels and who have camped out for days to see red carpets. I'll never forget the nights spent online analyzing grainy photos covered in red circles like we're private investigators.
To my friends, and family, and to everyone who helped me along the way with his book—you know who you are. I love you and owe you so much for your help and your support. To the readers and bloggers and book lovers—so much gratitude. Thank you for taking a chance on my words. To Kimberly Brower and her team—thank you for believing in me!
Esther Cristofori, also known as "wickedalbion", drew the Breezeo art for this book. She's extremely talented, and her fan art stole my heart the moment I saw it. I'm extremely honored she was willing to bring my Breezeo to life. Give her a look!
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About the Author
J.M. Darhower is the USA Today Bestselling Author of romantic suspense novels about the baddest bad boys and the ladies who love them. She lives in a tiny town in North Carolina, where she churns out more words than will ever see the light of day. She has a deep passion for politics and speaking out against human trafficking, and when she isn't writing she's usually ranting about those things.
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