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Unedited. Subject to change. Release date to be determined - i'll give it when I have it, I promise.   Enjoy! <3   “So… you never told me what your name was.” Maddox made that statement from the confines of a half-circle booth, where instead of sitting opposite me, he’d chosen immediate proximity. His legs were spread wide – one touching mine – and his arms were draped along the back, enveloping me in ambient heat from his body. “Um… Aly. Alyson.” “Okay. Nice to meet you, Alyson.” I felt, rather than saw, his grin. All the tables had a single bulb hanging over them for illumination, but the...

* Please note - this is written with the strong assumption that you've read the Christmas with Gia short, as well as "The Truth" and "The Lies". If not, this probably won't make sense. Also, this is probably it for Gia and Manny, meaning I have no intention as of now of writing anything further for them. Anything more would be forcing it, which I don't do. If they start speaking again, i'll listen, but until then...

Unedited. Subject to change. Release date is not yet determined. Enjoy :) [video poster="http://beingmrsjones.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/defaultfeatured.jpg" width="600" height="400" mp4="http://beingmrsjones.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/Vid_20181202_082428.mp4" loop="true" autoplay="true" preload="auto"][/video] Once Harriet was gone, I went the opposite direction, toward the floor. I needed time to set up the private booth where I’d service Ruby, but I took a moment to check my appearance in the mirror first, to make sure it was just so. Black shoes, black pants, black logo top, hot pink lip, no jewelry. That was our “uniform” here, and deviation would earn you a demerit at best, and at worst, fired on the spot. We could do whatever we wanted...

This winter. [video poster="http://beingmrsjones.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/12/defaultfeatured.jpg" width="1440" height="960" mp4="http://beingmrsjones.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/11/Vid_20181125_194815.mp4" loop="true" autoplay="true" preload="auto"][/video] It all came down to me. The one who followed the rules, never went looking for trouble – I kept to myself. I just wanted to take care of my family. To not constantly look over my shoulder, worried about the things that went bump in the night. I just wanted to survive. But that wasn’t meant to be. As luck – or fate, or something – would have it, the trouble found me. I followed a rabbit through the wreckage of a half-ruined world to get back what was mine, and wound up at the end...

“How do I know this isn’t laced with something,” I asked, working my way up from the couch as she went into my kitchen. “You could be trying to kill me.” “If I wanted to kill you, I would not waste good food to do it. Not when I know so many better ways.” “Is that supposed to be comforting?” “I wasn’t really going for comfort. I was just speaking the truth.” She moved to the sink to wash her hands, stopping when she noticed the burned-out pan in the sink. “You tried to cook something?” “Tried, yeah.” She laughed. “Mmmhmm. Have a seat.” I took...

This is exciting, right? I mean, it is to me - the first "Sample Sunday" in almost two months, which is a bit of an anomaly. That's no complaint - absence makes the heart grow fonder or something. In any case, I'm excited to start sharing snippets and visuals (shout out to Porsha at brwnstock) for this project, which I hope you enjoy reading as much as I'm enjoying writing. Ben and Kyle (the heroine) have a great enemies-to-lovers dynamic, even though it's not typically a "trope" that I enjoy. (And yet, I somehow end up writing it often. Go figure.)   This snippet is unedited,...