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We're excited to celebrate the release of The Only Answer by Magan Vernon! The world needs more #TreyChapman's! Check out the excerpt below and let us know what you think!
Author: Magan Vernon
Age Group: NA
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 8/25/14
Blurb:
The sequel to the international hit, The Only Exception.
A boy burdened with a family legacy.
A girl haunted by a shattered past.
Both searching for answers to a future threatened by the unknown.
Three years ago, conservative Trey Chapman and liberal Monica Remy met their match in one another - and made the only exception that would change their lives forever.
Now, Trey's father is running for president, forcing Trey and Monica to put aside their personal beliefs to be the model of perfection.
But fate has other ideas, casting the family in scandal.
Some seek to use that disgrace to further their family legacy, while others refuse to let go of the past. Trey and Monica soon find themselves lost among questions that challenge their true feelings. Will they be able to rediscover that the only answer lies with one another, or will they lose each other forever?
Excerpt
The cabin John’s family owned wasn’t as big as the one my parents owned on Lake Michigan, but what it lacked in size it made up for in entertaining area. There were seven of us: John’s brother Ben, his brother-in-law Mark, and our fraternity brothers Brad, Gabe, and Short Stack. We were huddled around the sixty-four-inch TV that was installed above a brick fireplace. The room was equipped with surround sound, leather couches, and enough alcohol to probably kill a small animal.
I was fine with that. I would rather just hang out than be at some overcrowded bar while girls tried to grind on me. I’d had my fair share of that in college when I attempted to go to parties at our fraternity house or the few times I ended up at the bar with John as his designated driver. I would have rather been at home with Monica anytime.
A loud knock came at the door. I guessed pizza or something. John’s sister had only sent a few bags of chips and some guacamole. That’s as far as food went.
“Hey Chapman, since you’re not playing can you get that?” Ben asked.
“Sure.” I stood up and walked the few feet to the front door.
Upon opening it my eyes widened when a woman with bright blonde hair in a police uniform stood at the door. She was wearing a pair of aviators that she promptly whipped off and showed heavily made up eyes. “Excuse me, I received a call about a noise complaint?” She put her sunglasses in the front of her shirt that was way too low and cleavage-baring for someone who represented the law.
“Oh. I’m sorry, ma’am. It’s my friend’s bachelor party. I’ll tell them to keep it down.” She smiled slightly and shaking her head. “A polite one, eh? I like that.”
“You’re welcome.” It was all I could think of to say. I’d never actually had an altercation with the police so I wasn’t sure what I should say or do.
“But you’ve been naughty and I think it’s time for you and the rest of these boys to be punished.” She stormed inside, slamming the door behind her.
My eyes widened and everything moved too fast for me to even react any farther. The sound
went down on the TV behind me and I heard someone yell something about a stripper as the pseudo-police officer pulled an iPod out of the pocket of her short shorts and pressed it so that the theme from Cops blared from the speakers. She tossed the phone behind me and I heard someone catch it. She then put one hand on my shoulder and used the other hand to rip open her button down shirt, exposing a very large pair of breast with pierced nipples that had tiny tassels dangling from the hoops.
“Go Chapman!” someone else yelled.
The topless girl pushed me back and I fell onto a chair I didn’t know was there. As soon as I sat down, she tossed her shirt to someone behind her then slipped off her shorts, tossing those as well. She stood there just wearing those nipple rings and a pair of white panties that had the words #bachelorparty printed across it.
“Chapman? That’s your name?” she purred, swaying her hips back and forth.
“I like a man with a good strong, name. Hope your body’s just as strong.” She slid onto my lap. I’m not sure where her legs went, but all I could focus on was the way her body moved on my lap. I was trying not to stare, but the rings were dangling in my face and she was twisting and turning so lithe that I didn’t know what she was going to do next.
Slowly she leaned forward, putting her lips to my ear. “Mr. Chapman, I think your phone is vibrating, unless you’ve brought something else to the party.”
“Uh, no, that’s probably my phone.” I scrambled, reaching in my pocket for my phone. I would have thought that would have given her the hint to slide off of me but instead she turned around and spread my legs, sliding her body up and down between me. The guys were hollering so loud behind me, I could barely make out what they were saying or anything else going on.
But my attention was definitely brought back to the moment when I saw the name on my phone: Monica. She was out at Melanie’s bachelorette party, I didn’t know why she would be calling. My first thought was that she got sick and I needed to pick her up so I needed to answer immediately.
I unlocked my phone and slid it to my ear. “Hey, what’s going on, are you okay?”
Her voice was jumbled. Static-y. I could barely make out what she was saying. I thought since there was a great Internet connection for gaming, my cell service would be the same.
“Monica? Monica? Can you hear me?”
The stripper bounced on my lap and reached out for my phone. “Is that the new wifey? Lemme tell her what a bad boy you’ve been.”
I dipped to the left, avoiding her long nails. “Yes, it’s my future wife.”
“Trey? Hello? Who is that?” Monica’s words were scrambled but it was pretty loud and clear that she heard the stripper.
“Hold on.” I put my phone to my chest and looked straight at the girl on my lap. Not at the damn tassels or her underwear, but in her overly done up eyes that were staring at me like there was nothing up in her big blonde head. “Ma’am, I appreciate that you have a job to do but I’m not the bachelor at this party and my fiancée needs to speak to me. If you could please hop on down and go sit on John’s lap it would be greatly appreciated.”
She didn’t say anything. She just stared at me open mouthed as I quickly sat up and she practically fell off my lap instead of just standing like I asked her to. I took my phone and ran out the back patio door, hoping I could get a better signal there.
“Monica? Are you there? Can you hear me?”
“Trey. Internet. Bar. Pregnant.” It was all I could understand in the jumbled mess. Her voice was frantic and that’s all I could get. Whatever those four words meant, it couldn’t be good and I knew I had to go back to her.
Don't forget to see where Trey and Monica's story began, in The Only Exception! Also, fall in love with John Boy and Melanie's story in The Only One!
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About Magan
Vernon
Magan Vernon is a Young Adult and New Adult writer who lives with her family in the insurance capital of the world. When not writing she spends her time fighting over fake boyfriends via social media. You can find her online on: Website |
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