BE MY BRAYSHAW

by Brandy, Meagan

  “If they call, they’ll call me. I’m not ignoring anybody, and I don’t lie to them.”

  “But they don’t know where we are.” He raises a brow.

  “And they won’t ask, ‘cause they know I don’t want to tell ‘em.” I grin. “Get the fuck outta here.”

  He laughs and pulls away as I step into the large open grassy area, headed for an empty bench, and plant my ass against the old splintered wood.

  “Why are you sitting in my backyard staring at my house?”

  I hop right the fuck back up, spinning to glare at the mini-chick raising her brows at me.

  She crosses her arms, popping her hip out as she waits. She can’t be more than, fuck, I don’t know. Five-foot max.

  Fucking tiny.

  Kinda mousy, sunglasses hiding her eyes from me.

  I hop over the bench, pushing toward her while her head falls all the way back so she can see my eyes, but she doesn’t back up.

  “Why are there no fences around any of these yards to keep people like me out of your yard and to stop me from staring at your house?” I counter her question.

  “Because this place is as safe as safe can be.”

  “No such thing, baby girl.”

  “The worst that happens here is Tom Marvel down the street waters his yard on an even day instead of odd.” She mocks shock, her head tilting.

  So she’s a brat.

  I glare at her. “Sounds like a good time.”

  “Bunches.”

  “You said you live here?”

  “I did.”

  “All five foot of you?”

  She straightens her spine, gaining a whole extra inch, but before anything else can be said, the back screen slamming against the wall has both our heads snapping toward it.

  A slow smirk spreads across my lips as I take in the sight.

  Thick, dark hair, long and lengthy with pasty-ass skin.

  A perfect knock off.

  There she is.

  “Ah, now it makes sense,” the short chick says.

  “What, how you’re cramping my style, wasting my time and your breath?” I ask, not taking my eyes off the target as she lights a cigarette, bringing it to her red painted lips.

  Her head turns this way the second she pulls it from her mouth, and slowly she blows out a long line of smoke, her eyes narrowing on me and the mouse.

  She waits, but so do I.

  Here kitty, kitty...

  She pretends to be chill, but can’t handle it, and forces herself to take slow strides this way.

  “You can go now,” I tell the girl at my side, but she doesn’t move, and quickly my target is stepping in front of me.

  “Cousin,” she drags out, but neither of us bother looking her way. “Who’s your friend?”

  Her sex smirk makes its appearance.

  It’s a good one, too. Little too confident, but it’s all good.

  I can kill that, easy. Besides, this would be more difficult if she were unsure about herself.

  “Not my friend,” Shorty shares. “He’s here for you actually.”

  The girl gives a saucy grin as if she already figured so.

  This shit will be too fucking easy.

  I shouldn’t play with my food, but what am I to do when it so clearly wants to play back?

  I push closer, coming almost eye level with her and hers fall to the tattoos on my neck. “I got an hour before reality comes crashing down, Brielle. What are you gonna do with it?”

  She eyes me a long moment and then turns to the cockblocker.

  She scowls. “Think you can keep yourself outside a little longer?”

  The animosity isn’t missed.

  “Do I ever come in when you take over?”

  Brielle grins, leading me right where she wants me.

  Her bedroom.

  It’s a fuckin’ mess, shit all over and the bed’s unmade. I glare at the mattress sitting on the floor, about ready to walk out and drag her ass with me, but then she starts to strip, so I let her put on a little show.

  I may be a guy, and a horny one at that, but I don’t do desperate, and she’s borderline just that.

  I came for a reason, though, so I sit back and let her do as she pleases, which happens to be me.

  With her breasts hanging bare, and tight-ass pants still on, she drops to her knees, frees my cock from my jeans and wastes no time pulling me deep into her throat.

  I watch her work me over a minute, and when she moans around my shaft, my hard-on grows just shy of a full salute.

  I tether my hands in her hair to give her a bit more drive, and my head tips back a bit, eyes gliding by the window.

  I fucking freeze.

  Her cousin, as she called her, peeks through the torn blinds, eyes shooting wide when she realizes she’s been caught and suddenly she’s gone, a heavy crash and quiet yelp following.

  “The fuck?” I’m soft again in an instant, quickly shoving into my jeans and rushing out the door. “She better not have been recording.”

  Footsteps pound behind me.

  “Please.” Brielle scoffs, hiding her naked chest with her hands as we push out onto the porch.

  The girl hops from the ground, limping on her foot a little as she rushes around the house.

  “You better chase after her,” she says.

  I spin, glaring at her over my shoulder. “And why the fuck would I do that?”

  She smirks, walking backward into her house. “Because that... is Brielle. I’m her cousin, Ciara.”

  My muscles lock, and she laughs, shaking her head as she closes the door in my face.

  It takes a minute, but then I leap over the railing, running after her.

  “Yo!” I shout.

  She picks up her pace, bouncing all around as she tries to keep weight off of her left foot, but it don’t matter now. I’m right behind her already.

  “Why’d you let me think she was you?”

  She scoffs. “It’s not my fault you assumed I was the taller, hotter, easier of the two of us.”

  I grip her by the arm, halting her movement and she tips her head back, eyes still hidden behind her big-ass shades.

  I glare, opening my mouth to tell her, I don’t know the fuck what, when she crosses her arms again, catching me off guard.

  “I know who you are.”

  I shoot up straight. “Yeah, and who am I?”

  “Royce Brayshaw, of the Brayshaw family.” She doesn’t miss a beat.

  I run my tongue along the backs of my teeth. “And who are you, so we’re clear?”

  She reaches a hand out and I frown at it.

  “Oh sorry, right. You’re silver-spooned.” She tips her head. “This is called a pleasantry, many people use them.”

  “Your name, smart-ass.”

  “Shake my hand, Royce Brayshaw.”

  I hold in a growl, slapping my palm against hers, and she gives it a good, solid, shake.

  “It’s good to finally meet one of you, in the flesh.” She passes her tote back to her other shoulder with a slight shrug. “Anyway, you already know who I am.” She pauses. “Well, now anyway.”

  “Your name, from your lips, not that… whoever the fuck that was.” My jaw tics as I wait for her to speak.

  She doesn’t.

  I step closer. “Don’t play games with me, girl.”

  “Right... ‘cause Brayshaw.”

  My head tugs back, and even though I can’t see ‘em, I imagine this little shit rolls her damn eyes at me.

  She looks to her watch and my anger rises.

  “Whatever,” she huffs. “I’m Brielle Bishop, and I’m late.”

  She turns around and walks away.

  Leaves.

  Yeah… I don’t fuckin’ think so.

  I chase her ass.

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  Quick Note From The Author

  And there it is! Captain and Victoria got their HEA and I’m SO excited over it!

  As I started writing this novel, I wasn’
t sure where it would take me.

  I’m not a plotter, so the story unfolds as I go, and I DID NOT see where this was going, but as soon as I got to the climax of the story everything made sense, it clicked in an instant.

  I knew Captain would have to face a struggle, and as a young, ultimately new father as he was, I imagined it would be tough, but to go against all he knew and allow himself to imagine the possibility of trusting the mother of his child, the one person in the world he hated more than anyone, only to be let down by her, yet again… oh man that hurt!! I was so thankful Victoria was so strong and selfless all the way through. She understood him in a way nobody else did and I LOVE HER for it!! I hope you did too.

  I hope you enjoyed their story as much as I enjoyed

  being the vessel behind it.

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  OKAY! Let’s talk about ROYCE!

  * * *

  Are we excited his book is next??!!

  And his leading lady… Bass Bishop’s little sister???!!

  GAH!!

  If you read the first three books that follow Maddoc and Raven’s love story, then you know exactly who I’m talking about! If not, no worries, you will get ALL the details in his book!!

  — Also! Remember that threesome mentioned? The one with him, Chloe, and Mac??!! Want to read it?!!

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  FAKE IT ‘TIL YOU BREAK IT

  Fake.

  That’s what we are.

  That’s what we agreed to be.

  I thought it would be harder, convincing everyone our school’s star receiver was mine and mine alone, but we played our parts well.

  So well, the lines between us began to blur until they disappeared completely.

  The thing about pretending, though, someone’s always better at it, and by the time I realized my mistake, there was no going back.

  I fell for our lie.

  And then everything fell apart.

  It turned out he and I were never playing the same game.

  He didn’t have to break me to win.

  But he did it anyway.

  Find it here: mybook.to/FIUN

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  FUMBLED HEARTS:

  He’s the persistent playboy who refuses to walk away. I'm the impassive new girl with nothing left to give.

  Things are about to get complicated...

  After months of refusing, I finally agreed to make the move to Alrick Falls. My family thought it was best - that a new scene would be good for me—and I was sick of having the same conversation.

  So here I am, and the plan is simple. Smile through each day and avoid her at all costs.

  It's perfect.

  Until the cocky quarterback comes into play.

  The last thing I want is his crooked grin and dark brown eyes focused on me.

  Yet here he is, constantly in my space, pushing me, daring me to care. Telling me what I think and feel, as if he knows.

  He doesn't know anything. And I plan to keep it that way.

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  THE WRONG BLAZE:

  I had it all figured out, knew exactly who and what I wanted in life, then he came back, determined more than ever to prove me wrong.

  He's forced his way into my world, demanded my attention no matter the cost.

  He pushed until I fell.

  And then he knocked me down.

  But nothing is ever as it seems.

  Hate is where it started.

  Love is where it was headed.

  Lies are what destroyed everything.

  Now I'm left to wonder...did I fall for the wrong Blaze?

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  Playlist

  Billie Eilish – Ocean Eyes

  Bishop Briggs – Tempt My Trouble

  Ellie Goulding – Hate Me

  Destiny Rogers – LockDown

  Bebe Rexha, Feat. Quavo – 2 Souls on Fire

  Jaira Burns – Burn Slow

  Bahari – Sad Face

  YK Osiris – Worth It

  Sam Tinnesz – Play with Fire

  Hailee Steinfeld – Rock Bottom

  Bebe Rexha – I’m a Mess

  SoMo – We Can Make Love

  MAX – Lights Down Low

  NF – Let You Down

  Olivia O’Brien – Hate U Love U

  OneRepublic – Apologize

  Bishop Briggs – White Flag

  Echos – Saint

  Aviva - BRN

  Somo – Just A Man

  Rascal Flatts – Bless The Broken Road

  Acknowledgments

  This is always so hard! There are so many to thank in this process, but I think I’ll start a little differently this time.

  To my readers, thank you! Without your love and support I would not be here, and neither would Captain’s story! It was much harder to write than I anticipated, but I’m so over the moon with who he and Victoria came to be. So, THANK YOU for trusting me to bring their love story to life!

  To the man of my house thank you for holding down life in this crazy time!

  Melissa Teo. My PA. Friend and main bish! I could not do this without you. Thanks for growing with me and teaching me new things along the way! And for talking me off the ledge when necessary! LOL

  Serena and Veronica, thank you so much for holding down the fort for me! I’m so blessed to have you on my team.

  Ellie. Thank you for working on such a tight timeline and going beyond!

  Danielle, my publicist! Thank you for all your guidance! You make my job so much easier!

  STREET TEAM! GIRLS!!! We did it again! You guys kill me with all your support! THANK YOU, THANK YOU!

  Stefanie and Kelli! Yikes! This book was a tough one, but you stood by and pushed me to be better! Thank you for always seeing what can be and helping me get there.

  Sarah Grim Sentz! THANK YOU!! You seriously came through for me, worked overtime to be here for BOOK FREAKING FOUR of our boys, and I’m so beyond grateful! Thank you for being my friend and just an overall awesome human!

  Sarah Plocher! Thank you for joining me for a beta read with Captain’s book!! You helped me see so much and were a true asset!! And for proofing for me on such a short timeline and with such accuracy, Thank you!

  To my review team, thank you for wanting to be a part of this crazy ride with me, and taking the time to spend evenings with my words!

  Bloggers and Bookstagrammers, thank you for participating and helping spread the word! I hope you loved Captain and Victoria’s story, and are here for more from
the Brayshaw series!

  THANK YOU AGAIN to all who read and followed along in this series!

  ROYCE IS NEXT!!

  About the Author

  USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author, Meagan Brandy, writes New Adult romance books. She's a candy crazed, jukebox junkie who tends to speak in lyrics. Born and raised in California, she is a married mother of three crazy boys who keep her bouncing from one sports field to another, depending on the season, and she wouldn't have it any other way. Starbucks is her best friend and words are her sanity.