Chronicles

Chapter 3: The Pregnancy Chronicles

“He’s going to kill you,” Cole said, not really sounding all that concerned as he finished off the shepherd’s pie that she’d made earlier and reached for the chicken alfredo she’d made after she picked up the brownies.

“No, he’s not,” Haley said, pushing her glasses back up her nose as she took in all the food she’d made and bought today and couldn’t help but regret her decision not to stop at the Fire & Brimstone on the way home to grab two Bradford Specials to give it that special touch.

“You’ve been sending him pictures of all… Read More

Dear Reader…

Dear Reader,

Remember when I said that I was going to write Furious before Kale's book because contemporary books were easier to write and faster? I think we can both agree that the Anger Management books do not fit into that category. 

I forgot how much work actually went into these books, which was definitely a mistake. It took me a lot longer than it should have to reach the 95% mark and once I reached it...

Something wasn't… Read More

Pregnancy Chronicles: Chapter 2

“Welcome to A.P. United States History,” Jason said as he gestured towards the whiteboard while he took in the classroom full of students visibly struggling not to panic.

Oh, this was going to be a fun year, he thought, biting back a smile as he grabbed the stack of syllabuses.

“My name is Mr. Bradford and I’ll be your teacher this year. Everything that you will need to pass my class and pass the A.P. exam is outlined in this syllabus,” Jason said as he walked across the aisles, handing a stack to the students in the front row. “My rules… Read More

Pregnancy Chronicles: Chapter 1

“No,” came the firm denial before Haley got a chance to make her case.

“Just hear me out,” she said, forced to crawl off the bed and chase after Jason when he walked into the bathroom. “What if–”

“Not happening,” the stubborn man that she loved for some reason said firmly, cutting her off as he pulled his tie around his neck.

“You don’t even know what I was going to say,” Haley pointed out with a stubborn tilt of her head as she absently reached up and pushed her glasses back up her… Read More

An Excerpt from Furious: An Anger Management Novel

“I’m not drunk,” Sloane mumbled sleepily as Chase pulled her onto his lap before she fell on her adorable ass.

“No, no, of course, you’re not,” Chase said, chuckling when she cracked one eye open to glare up at him as her brother reached past them and opened the front door for him.

“Do you need help?” Tristan asked as Sloane curled up on Chase’s lap and laid her head against his chest with another mumbled, “I’m not drunk.”

“No, I’ve got the little drunk,” Chase said since she’d probably be passed out in a matter of… Read More

Babysitting Bradfords Part III

“We can talk about this,” Jason mumbled against the duct tape, trying not to panic as he threw a hopeful glance at the in-law apartment’s closed door as Devin and Charlie’s voices came closer.
 
He glanced back to find the twins sitting in front of him, looking bored as they watched him. When he heard Charlie and Devin head upstairs, he threw another panicked look at the door only to look back at the twins in time to see their lips pull up into pleased smiles and…
 
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Babysitting Bradfords Part II

He was going to fucking kill Devin, Jason thought as he sat there, staring at the twins that played him so fucking well. He never should have looked beneath that bed, but he’d looked everywhere else for them and…

God, he should have fucking known better.

“We need more chocolate,” Abbi said with a firm nod as she reached over and grabbed a handful of M&Ms and tossed them into the large mixing bowl overflowing with ice cream and a shitload of toppings.

Using a mixing spoon, Dustin scooped up some ice cream, took a bite and shook his head. “More hot… Read More

Babysitting Bradfords

“What’s this?” Jason asked, looking down at the paper that he’d been handed as soon as he walked in the door.

“The babysitting list,” his cousin Devin said absently as he checked something on his phone.

Jason frowned down at the list in his hands, noting the emergency contacts, bedtime routine, and-

“What’s this?” he asked, glancing up at his cousin.

“Necessary,” Devin said, not bothering to look up from his… Read More

That New Car Smell: Part I

“But I don’t need a new car,” Zoe said with a sad shake of her head while Trevor stood there, watching as the tow truck that he’d been forced to call slowly pulled her car up and-

“We can fix that, right?” Zoe asked, sounding hopeful as he stood there, watching the trail of sparks left behind as the engine was slowly dragged across the pavement.

Instead of arguing with his wife because he knew that it was pointless, Trevor reached over and grabbed a child, not really caring who it was, threw the kid over his shoulder and headed towards… Read More