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Calling all 80s girls!
Layla Warren first introduced us to Trip Wilmington in REMEMBER WHEN…
Now read his side of the story!
Trip Wiley wasn’t always a Hollywood movie star.
In fact, he wasn’t always Trip Wiley.
Back in 1990, he was better known as Trip Wilmington, the new kid in town.
New place, new school… same old story.
No big deal. It’s not like this is the first time he’s been forced to start over.
But seventeen years of city living hasn’t prepared him for life in the suburbs…
or for Layla Warren.
Layla is smart, funny, beautiful… the kind of girl every guy dreams about.
Trip should know.
He’s been falling for her since the first minute he saw her.
And his life hasn’t been the same since.
Prepare to travel back to your teen years… That time in your life before the real world kicked in, that limbo between adolescence and adulthood, that trial of hanging onto the past while figuring out where the future will lie.
With heart-shredding romance, steamy love scenes, and hilarious 80s references, readers of all ages will find themselves falling in love with TRIP all over again.
***Author’s note: This is no copy/paste job. This is a brand new story that fills in the blanks during Trip and Layla’s separation while still bringing all the magic moments of the two of them together.
It is highly recommended–but not required–that you read Remember When prior to reading TRIP.
READ WHEN YOU’RE IN THE MOOD FOR: nostalgic, steamy, angsty, sweet, funny
Coming March 15, 2018!
My mother gave me the nickel tour of the downstairs before heading to the second floor. There were four bedroom-and-bath combos on that level, one of which was mine.
I guessed Mom had gotten the jump on the decorating, because there wasn’t much left for me to do in my room but put my clothes away. She’d had the walls painted tan and it looked as though I had a new bedspread. Mom reassured me that she’d stored my old one right there in the walk-in closet but that she “couldn’t resist that gorgeous blue plaid comforter set.”
Whatever. I didn’t care either way, but if buying me a new blanket was going to make her happy, I didn’t see the harm in letting her do it. “No, it’s cool. Thanks.”
She’d even hung all my sports pennants over the dresser. I had a pretty big collection of them; hockey, football, basketball, and baseball banners from every city I’ve ever lived in. It was hard enough to deal with leaving my friends behind, but it really sucked having to switch team loyalties all the time. I did it, though, for all of my favorite sports except hockey. I’d never betray my allegiance to the Blackhawks.
Mom opened the closet door to show me where she’d had the movers put the rest of my boxed crap, then pulled a hanger off the rod and held it out to me. “Your school uniform. Pressed and waiting for you.”
I checked out the dark green blazer with its golden crest. I knew all too well there’d be rows of khaki pants and a rainbow of Oxford shirts to keep it company in my closet.
New school… same damn clothes.
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