Sadie Miller is attempting to change her ways and hide somewhere no one knows her former self. She only wants to finish her final year of college, obtain her degree and get out from her parent’s hold. Then she meets Brady Carsen, the lead singer of the college town band, The
Invisibles. Although she tries to stay away, his persistence quickly wins her over and she realizes although he is everything she’s not used to, he might be exactly what she needs and more importantly wants. Unfortunately, Sadie’s troubled past at her last school left her with insecurities that make her question Brady’s true intentions. While Brady is convinced Sadie is the one for him, he has his own secrets that he fears will be their undoing, destroying everything they have grown to become.
If they want to be together, they will have to stand united and fight the outside influences that are threatening to tear them apart. Can they put the distrusts and apprehensions formed by their pasts behind them for good in order to secure their future?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR :
Michelle Lynn has always been a reader, but her passion has become a full-blown addiction since her husband bought her a Kindle for Mother's Day. She's pretty sure that he regrets this on a regular basis. Especially when she has it propped up next to the stove while she cooks, which often results in a burnt dinner. Or when he loses sleep because the glow from the screen wakes him up when he rolls over at three in the morning. He does agree, however, that she uses this gift more than any
other he has ever gotten her. She joking counters that, because of some of the steamy novels she reads, he also benefits more from this gift than any other he has gotten her. ;)
Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids. She developed a love of reading at a young age, which helped lay the foundation for her passion to write. With the encouragement of her family, she finally sat down and wrote one of the many stories that have been floating around in her head. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can be found playing with her kids, talking to her mom on the phone, or hanging out with her family and friends. But after chasing around twin preschoolers all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after putting the kids to bed.
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my interest.” We stand out from the shop to look up at the menu. “So, what do you
get?” he asks.
“Usually the veggie de lite.”
“Are you a vegetarian?” he inquires, sounding like it could be the worst thing in the
“Is that a deal breaker for you?” I ask.
“Deal breaker?” he inquiries confused.
“You know, something you find out about someone that makes you not want to date
them,” I answer.
“What’s yours?” he asks.
“I asked first. If I was a vegetarian, would that be a deal breaker?”
“I’m not sure anything I find out about you would be a deal breaker, but to be honest
I don’t understand vegetarians.”
“Hum.” I turn around to give my order to the cute red head behind the counter who
can’t keep her eyes off Brady.
“You never answered. Do you eat meat?” He comes up behind me.
“No, I’m not a vegetarian, I just like the sandwich,” I honestly reply. “I’ll have a
veggie de lite with low fat cream cheese” I give the girl my order. Usually I get the
garlic and herb spread, but I am not about to talk to Brady with garlic breath.
“What can I get you?” The red head looks Brady up and down while her co-worker
starts making my sandwich.
“Same, but garlic and herb cream cheese.” He smiles over to me and I am sure awe
fills my face. It makes me half tempted to change my order. “I hate that low fat shit.”
“They have meat, you know?” I tell him.
“I know, I want to experience why you like it so much.” He scoots next to me and my
heart races when his hand brushes against mine.
When we get to the cash register, Brady pulls out a twenty before I can even get in
my messenger bag, adding chips and drinks to our meals.
“Don’t pay for me!” I scream.
“Why not?” Brady stares around seeing a few students looking our way after my
“This is not a date,” I confirm.
“Hey, just because I decide to buy you lunch or dinner, or whatever this meal is
doesn’t mean it’s a date.” He softens his voice, getting closer to me.
“It’s just…things get implied with dates.” I’m desperate to compose myself. I don’t
want to owe him anything.
“Relax, Sadie. I’ll make you a deal.” He grabs our tray and leads us to a table.
“What?” I take a seat, happy he picked a table in the back.
“You can buy me a meal tomorrow.” He smirks up at me.
“A meal for a meal, then we will be even.” He takes both straws and pounds them
on the table until the wrappers fall down. He puts one in mine and the second in his
“When are your classes tomorrow?” I ask.
“Well…I live off of campus and I don’t have classes on Friday’s, so it will have to be
later.” He takes a bite of his sandwich.
“Later, when?” I ask before I take a bit of mine.
“This is really good, you don’t even miss the meat,” he says surprised, lifting his
sandwich. “After my show,” he answers my question.
“I told you the sandwich was good. After the show what?” I take a sip of my soda.
“I have a show tomorrow night. We will get something after I’m done,” he casually
says while he continues to eat his sandwich.
“Sorry, but I’m not going to that bar, house or whatever it is from last week.” I shake
my head back and forth.
“Good, because we are playing at Aces.” He laughs. “I’ll pick you up.”
“Um…no. Let me just give you the money.” I dig through my bag getting the ten
dollars out placing it on the table.
“That’s not the deal. A meal for a meal. Just so you know, after a show I am so hungry
you might get the raw end of this deal,” he jokes.
“I think I already got the raw end. I can’t go to your show tomorrow or out to eat,” I
say and put my sandwich down, suddenly not able to finish it.
“What do I have to do?” He asks me before pops a chip in his mouth.
“Nothing. I don’t date.”
“Okay, it won’t be a date. A friend coming to another friend’s show and then
grabbing something to eat. I will even invite my band if it makes you feel better.” His
eyes are begging me and I have to admit I want to go after listening to him sing the
last few days.
“Fine, but I am bringing my roommate, Jessa, with me,”
“Great, the more people the better. I’ll pick you both up.” He picks his sandwich back
up, happier than before.