TRULY MADLY DEEPLY vol.3 is now LIVE!

TRULY MADLY DEEPLY, vol. 3
is now LIVE!

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Synopsis:

What if your soul mate was taken?

When Kat shows up to fill in as a counselor for a week, Maddy’s actress skills are put to the test. Maybe things would be bearable if Logan wasn’t ignoring her as well. But it’s apparently Logan’s distance means he feels something for her, but there’s no chance of finding out what with Little Miss Perfect hanging around. That’s until Maddy uncovers a secret. A secret so huge, Logan could become hers. Only problem is, if Maddy tells him, he’ll think she’s in it for her own selfish reasons. But left to chance, he might not find out until it’s too late.

Secrets. Lies. Summer Camp


Excerpt #2 (See excerpt #1 here)

Once I get to my room, Sophie and Jordan are hanging out on her bed, listening to music and reading my magazines.

“Hey,” I say.

They look up and give me fake smiles. Neither appears like they’ll be leaving anytime soon.

I shrug and leave defeated, resigned to sleep in my car if I have to. Logan is standing on the porch with our book in his hand.

“I, uh… was hoping you’d want to read.”

I smile, ready to accept when Joe’s warning comes to mind. “I’d love to, but I’m so tired. I was going to go to my car and sleep.”

“Your car?”

“The wonder twins have taken over my room.”

“Oh, right.” He looks upward to my window. “Why don’t you sleep at my place?”

I blink at him for a moment. “Are you serious?”

“What? It’s decent, I promise.”

“No, it’s not that.” I stare at his dimples for a moment, confused at how friendly he’s being. I want to trust him, but I’m afraid he’ll get scared and ditch me again. “Who took Logan and left you?”

He smirks. “Oh, come on.”

I give him a helpless look.

“Okay, okay. I deserved that. Quit the third degree.” He pulls my hand and drags me forward. “You look like you’re about to fall over.”

Within minutes, I’m curled up in his bed, enveloped by his scent on his sheets and pillow. My secret wish is that we can fast forward everything so he’s free to slide in next to me.

“You good?” he asks in a husky voice.

“Yeah,” no. Why don’t I have the balls to just ask for what I want?

‘Cause he’ll just hurt you again’, I hear my protective voice say.

I close my eyes and anticipate the door to close. Instead, I hear him settle in. Pages of the book turn every so often. Is he reading? Knowing his eyes might be on me, I can’t settle down, yet I can’t look either.

Wrought with curiosity, I peek through my eyelashes. He’s sitting on the floor next to the bed, his back to me. Then the guilt pours in. I need to tell him. I should tell him. I’d want to know. But I don’t, I can’t. 

I just pretend to be asleep, and listen to the pages turn, wishing and praying that somehow the truth will come out, and that he’ll eventually be mine.