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by Reese Dante
A Carlisles novel
Jackson Carlisle has rotten luck with men and women, and after
an especially bad situation, he takes a step back from romance. But with a
two-week family reunion in Hawaii looming, his mom is determined to set him up
with one of the sweet singles she knows would be perfect for him. A normal
person would tell her no and be done with it. Instead, Jackson tells her he has
a boyfriend. The only problem? He doesn’t.
Aaron Wilkes is an escort. He’s a little surprised when a
friend’s girlfriend hires him to date her brother, but he’s had stranger jobs.
Jackson is cute, and he thinks a fling with Aaron might be just the kind of
no-strings-attached fun he needs to get over his dry spell. As they explore the
islands together, their carefully laid plans begin to get away from them.
Feelings aren’t supposed to come into play, but that shouldn’t be a problem.
After all, you can’t fall in love in two weeks….
Excerpt:
Part of a large family means everyone knows everything.
And it’s never forgotten, because inevitably someone remembers it. So Jackson
doesn’t know how he hasn’t heard about the family reunion until he’s staring at
the ridiculous card on his dark-cream tiled counter. Someone has taken the time
to make a collage of the entire family’s faces and merge them into lettering
that reads “You’re invited to the Carlisle Family Reunion.” He’s not sure
whether to be impressed or appalled.
His phone starts to trill. He
picks it up without looking. “Are you seeing this?” asks James. “I think I’m
hallucinating it.”
“No,” says Jackson. “I’ve got
it in front of me. It’s painfully real.”
The last thing in the world
he wants to do is attend a family reunion. It’s a two-week-long affair at a
resort in Hawaii (which would be lovely if the family reunion aspect was
removed), occurring in three weeks’ time, during which they’re going to be
surrounded by obnoxious extended family. It’s like something from a horror
film.
“I don’t know why you’re
complaining,” he says to James. “You’ve got a boyfriend.” He thinks about it.
“Can Bastien not come?” He runs two businesses and works a lot, but he’s got a
partner who can probably take things over.
“Bastien can come,” grumbles
James. “He’s annoyingly excited for it.”
“He’s in for a rude
awakening,” mutters Jackson. Bastien hasn’t met anyone outside of their
immediate close-knit group yet—he wasn’t around for the last reunion. He’s
probably expecting everyone to be like their particular branch of Carlisles.
The extended family isn’t like them. Well, in some ways they are, but in
others… no. They’re an eclectic group of people who mostly only bother to get
together and converse for a period longer than a two-word holiday or birthday
card every five years.
There’s a reason for that.
His call waiting goes off. He
pulls the phone from his ear. “Mom’s calling,” he says on a sigh. “I’ll call
you back.”
“Don’t bother,” says James.
“I’m coming over, and we’re going to drink till we forget we’ve been invited.”
Jackson rolls his eyes.
“You’re a drama queen.” He drops the call in the middle of James’s indignant
squawks. “Hello,” he says to his mom.
“Hello, sweetie,” she says.
“Did you get the invitation?”
He glares at their obnoxious
collaged faces. “I did.” He looks closer. Someone has photoshopped a curled
mustache onto James’s face. He holds the phone away from him as he snickers.
Their cousin Bobby must have made the card. He hates James. “James has a
mustache in the picture,” he tells his mom. “Did you see that?”
Her sigh is long and pained.
“I did. I’m calling to let you know you have to go. You can’t get out of this.”
She goes silent, but there’s something about it that makes Jackson feel like
there’s more coming. He has a feeling he’s not going to like it. “I know things
have been rough, since you had to move and all….”
And he called that.
“But I have a friend, she has
a delightful daughter, and I think you two would really get along. She might
take some of the pressure off the reunion? And I think it’ll be good for you. I
don’t mean to worry, but you haven’t dated anyone since Angel.” He winces at
the name. “It’s time to try again, don’t you think? Move on? We’re all worried
about you, dear. I have a friend with a son too, he’s a bit older than you, but
he’s got a nice job.”
The last thing he wants is to
be set up by his mother. A sane person would tell her to butt out and hang up.
Politely of course; this is his mom after all. Jackson has a short supply of
sanity, though, and he’s been running on very little sleep for the last month.
What comes out of his mouth, instead of “no, thank you” or “I don’t need
someone else to be happy,” is “I’m already seeing someone.”
Bio:
Meg Harding is a graduate of UCF and Anglia Ruskin University.
For as long as she can remember, writing has always been her passion, but she
had an inability to ever actually finish anything. She’s immensely happy that
her inability has fled and looks forward to where her mind will take her next.
She’s a sucker for happy endings, the beach, and superheroes. In her
dream life she owns a wildlife conservation and is surrounded by puppies. She’s
a film buff, voracious reader, and a massive geek.
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2016 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
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