EVERYTHING I SHOULDN'T (Nashville Nights #2) by Stacey Mosteller Cover Reveal.
Title: Everything I Shouldn't (Nashville Nights #2)
Author: Stacey Mosteller
Release Date: May 20, 2014
Cover Design by Ashley at Ashbee Designs (http://www.ashbeedesigns.com)
Cover Models – Kathy Riddle Hodge & Brandon Lowman
Photographer – Kathy Riddle Hodge & Ted Alley
Synopsis
It’s been eight days, sixteen hours and forty-seven minutes since life as I know it ended. I know, it sounds so melodramatic and teen-soap worthy, but it’s the truth. Eight days, sixteen hours and forty-seven minutes since David found out. Since he kicked Jeremy out, ended their friendship and told me I could never see him again.I didn’t plan on David getting suspicious, and I definitely didn’t plan on getting caught. My selfishness has cost Jeremy everything, my brother won’t even look at me, Lyric must hate me for practically blackmailing her to keep silent and my best friend is barely speaking to me.
Now my life is full of secrets and lies. The people around me have been affected by the choices I’ve made and the lies I’ve told. But what will they do when they discover the biggest secret of them all?
Jeremy is everything I shouldn't want, and the person I can't live without.
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About the Author
I am a wife and mom to 3 boys, ages 15, 14, and 8! After spending the first half of my life in a small town outside of Philadelphia, PA, my parents moved my brother and I to another small town outside of Greensboro, NC. I moved to Hickory, NC after marrying my husband. We dated a total of three months before getting married, and we’d known each other for a total of six! People thought we were crazy, but 2014 marks our 10 year anniversary, so it obviously worked out!
Giveaway
Prologue
SarahBeth
I've been in love with my brother's best friend,
Jeremy, for as long as I can remember. Just saying the words aloud
causes my heart to clench. I’ve never admitted it to anyone other than
Olivia, but I knew she’d never tell a soul. She encouraged it actually,
went out of her way to help me find sexy outfits to wear around him and
helped me come up with some crazy plan to make him notice me. Those
usually ended with him scolding me so they probably weren’t the best way
to get his attention.
I’m not really sure when my feelings for him
started changing. First, my love for Jeremy was the love any child has
for her hero. My dad was always busy, and while, my brother David loved
me, Jeremy was the one who kissed my knee when I fell off my bike, the
one who taught me how to climb a tree, all the things my brother - who
even as a teenager was over-protective of me - didn't want me to do. He
never grouched about having to watch me like David did, he was always
willing to play games with me and include me in whatever he and my
brother were doing.
I was heartbroken when David went away to college,
but the fact that Jeremy was gone too devastated me in a way that not
even losing my parents did. All of a sudden I was alone. They both kept
in touch after they left for school, at least at first. The phone call
came every few days for months, but gradually became only once a month
or less, especially after David came back for Christmas and argued with
our dad. After that, the only time David would call was when he knew Dad
was gone.
Then, when our parents died and everything fell
apart; Jeremy was there to comfort me, to hug me, to dry my tears. That
doesn't mean that my brother wasn't there, because he was. He was just
stuck being the grown-up. David had to deal with funeral arrangements,
lawyers, wills, the court and our grandparents.
Once Jeremy and David moved back home, David
became more of a parent than a brother, and Jeremy made every attempt to
fill that role. Unfortunately, my feelings for Jeremy were never that
simple. The fact that he became as over-protective now as my brother is
did nothing to discourage my growing infatuation with him. Up until
recently though, Jeremy never gave any indication that he saw me as
anything other than David's little sister.
I’ve been chasing after Jeremy since about a month
after my brother moved back and brought him with him. We spent a lot of
time together because he was trying to distract me from the life I was
thrust into, taking me to the movies, hanging out, helping with
homework… all the stuff that brothers do with little sisters. It didn’t
take long for hero worship to turn romantic. But looking back, it’s
clear I wasn’t the only one with a secret. At the time, I thought that
the reason my brother didn’t react the same way Jeremy did when I really
started dating was because he was so preoccupied with getting his
business off the ground and raising me. Now, I can see that the reason
Jeremy always did his best to scare away any guy I brought around was
because he was jealous.
I imagined that convincing Jeremy to give me a
chance, to really look at me like a woman, instead of his best friend’s
baby sister would be impossible. But just when I thought I should give
up, he kissed me. We continued our relationship in secret because I was
afraid of what David would say and how he would react. It didn’t take
much to convince him to keep it a secret, even though I know it bothered
him to not be able to tell him.
I finally got everything I wanted, but I fucked it
up royally. I lied to my brother, my best friend, even Jeremy. I was so
concerned with what I wanted that I didn’t give anyone else a thought.
Jeremy wanted me and maybe even fell in love with me, but now,
everything I had, all the people who loved me; none of them are here.
It’s all so completely screwed up, and I have no idea where to start
fixing anything. Jeremy's friendship with David is ruined, my brother
broke up with Lyric, Olivia won't even speak to me. I'm completely alone
for the first time.
I have so much to make up for. I’m the hateful
bitch who destroyed a friendship, made someone who could have been a
friend lie to my brother, and I kept secrets and lied to my best
friend’s face. I have no idea how to even begin to make things right,
but I know I have to try.
Jeremy
I fucking knew this thing with her would blow up
in our faces. I should have known better, but instead, I went for it.
It’s always been SarahBeth for me, always. And not in a dirty old man
way, don’t call Chris Hansen and To Catch A Predator because it’s not
like that. When it started, I was jealous of David. He had a dad and a
mom, which was already something I didn’t have, and then came SarahBeth.
She was this tiny little thing with big eyes and curly blonde hair, I
swear to God, she looked like an angel the first time David showed her
to me. He was disgusted and pissed because she was crying all the time
and taking all the attention. Meanwhile, I would have given anything to
have the life he had.
As she got older, she worshipped her brother, and
me by association. Following us around, trying to imitate us and running
after us on her short little legs. By the time she was old enough to
chase us, we were thinking about cars and tits not little sisters, and
she drove David crazy. He’d get impatient and yell and she would cry.
Big, fat tears that broke my heart, even back then.
We grew up, moved out and then moved on, leaving
SB behind us. At least for a while. Then, the unthinkable happened. That
night, it almost broke David. I think it did in some ways, but
SarahBeth? Man, it destroyed her. In the blink of an eye she lost her
parents. In a way, she gained a new parent in David because he took the
“guardian” title to a whole new level. In fact, and it makes me feel
like an asshole to say it, but I think Dave may have been more her
father than her actual dad was.
When we moved back, David spent a lot of his time
building his business. It was easier for me in a way because I just had
to get hired. David built his job from the ground up, which took up the
majority of his time, leaving me to entertain SarahBeth. We got
extremely close during that time. I knew she had a crush on me, but I
thought it was more hero worship than true romantic feelings. I was
wrong.
The older Sarah got, the more beautiful she
became. Gone was the tiny tomboy who wanted to follow us everywhere, and
in her place was a beautiful woman. The more time I spent with her, the
more I started noticing things about her; the smell of her hair, how
soft her skin was. The more I noticed, the more I tried to stay away.
The sister of my best friend shouldn’t be the girl I can’t stop thinking
about. I did everything I could to distance myself from her, making
excuses when she asked me to take her places, showing up with a date
when I knew she would be there, even though I knew it would hurt her.
The lengths I went to were atrocious and shameful, but I was trying to
avoid this situation. Instead of thinking of her like a sister, I was
thinking of her as someone I wanted to own. She became the girl I wanted
to claim, to make sure everyone knew she was mine.
Finally giving in and taking her should have
brought relief, but instead all it brought was more stress and in the
end more heartache. I’m old enough to know better. Hiding things never
works, secrets always come out. I wanted her more than I wanted his
friendship, and look where it got me. He hates me, she’s devastated, and
everything is completely fucked up.
I have to make things better; I need to fix this.
Fixing my friendship with Dave and deserving SarahBeth is the only thing
that matters to me now. He has to understand that hiding our
relationship wasn’t to hurt him; we weren’t trying to deceive him. We
were only trying to figure out how to tell him. David discovered us
before we were ready, before we could figure out what to say to him. We
should have just been honest from the beginning. If I had just gone to
him before, explained that I do love her, that I will be good to her,
maybe he would have given his blessing.
At least then, we would know. David’s reaction
might have surprised us. Instead, I let the fear of losing his
friendship, of no longer being like brothers color my reactions and
influence my decisions. I’m done being afraid; I’m done hiding. Making
him understand just how much I want to be with her, that she is it for
me has become my top priority. Now I just have to figure out how to get
him to talk to me without him kicking my ass.
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