BROOKS by Chelsea M. Cameron is now available!!
Brooks Benson is bored, stuck and miserable. When both his parents were unable to continue running the variety store, he dropped out of college and came back home to help. It’s been almost two years and he’s tired of making pizzas and selling scratch tickets to the locals of Hope Harbor, Maine. But as the second oldest Benson brother, he’s the one that stepped up. Now all he can see is a gray future in front of him.
Remington “Remi” Tate is disappointed, frustrated and out of options. After dropping out of college and trying to make a go of it in New York, she’s forced to come back home to live with her parents in Hope Harbor. Totally humiliating. Things are looking pretty grim until she starts baking again and runs into Brooks when she visits Benson Variety to ask if they’ll sell her whoopie pies, cakes, and cookies.
What was once a high school crush is now something much more mature that hits both of them like a ton of bricks. Brooks is game, as long as they keep things physical. which is just fine with Remi. She’s not planning on sticking around Hope Harbor forever and Brooks is definitely a lifer. They’re just two different to ever build something that could last.
Life rarely goes according to plan and what starts as just sex soon turns into something that splashes color into their once-drab lives. For the first time, they find peace and security in one another. But will it last? Or will everything crumble into pieces, leaving them with nothing?
EXCERPT: Brooks watched and waited.
“You’re really good at that,” he said as I piped the last of the frosting onto the cupcakes. I’d gotten it down to a science so I had exactly the right amount of frosting plus a little extra to frost X amount of cupcakes. I was pretty proud of myself for figuring that out. I also had all my recipes memorized. A lot of them were my own creations anyway.
“Thank you,” I said as I put the cupcakes in their little boxes.
“Done?” he asked as I looked around.
“Yes, except for these last dishes.” I motioned to them and then tucked a stray hair over my ear, probably smearing frosting everywhere.
“Go home. I’ve got this,” he said, picking up the bowls and trays. “I’ll wash everything and it will be here when you need it.” I opened my mouth to protest, but then I yawned instead.
He chuckled and the sound did something to me.
“Go home, Remi. It’s okay. You don’t have to do everything yourself.” That comment made me want to punch him, but I was suddenly so damn tired.
“Fine,” I said, grabbing my bag. “See you tomorrow.”
“Bye, Remington,” he said and I could hear the smirk in his voice even if I couldn’t see it.
AUTHOR BIO:AUTHOR LINKS:
Chelsea M. Cameron is a New York Times/USA Today Best Selling author from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world's worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car, tweeting (this one time, she was tweeted by Neil Gaiman) and playing fetch with her cat, Sassenach. She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.