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DRAWN TO FIGHT: ZAC & EVIE —— RELEASE DAY BLITZ!

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Finally, Zac & Evie is here! Today is the official release day for Drawn to Fight: Zac & Evie and we’re so excited because you’re about to read an exclusive excerpt from the book!

What’s it about?  It’s a coming of age story about learning that you can’t control everything. It follows Zac as he fights in the local underground fighting ring in order to keep his family together. He’s struggling with the weight of the world on his young shoulders and Evie, being the oldest of five children and a natural nurturer, senses a need inside him that she feels compelled to explore. They have a romantic connection that goes back years, but this is the first time they’ve seen each other at the same time. Their attraction is undeniable, but it comes at a bad time for Zac. Keeping his family is more important than dating, but when you feel like you need a certain person in your life just to breathe, staying away isn’t exactly easy.

Why do I want to read it? If you’re a Drawn Series fan, you’ll want to read it just to see Damien and Etta in their life after Redemption. And if you’ve never read the Drawn Series before, you’ll want to read it just to witness a beautiful story about the importance of family and the sharing of burdens. It’s about trust and commitment and growing up enough to realise that sometimes, letting go is the best thing you’ll ever do. 

Convinced? You can purchase Drawn to Fight: Zac & Evie from iBooks, Amazon, Barnes & Noble and, Kobo.

Not convinced? Read on, check out the blurb and read the excerpt. You might just find your next favorite read…

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Synopsis

New Adult romance, for 18+ only due to sexual content and adult themes. Can be read as a standalone.

Drawn to Fight begins a new series in the world of the Drawn Series, following Redemption and featuring, Damien and Etta’s daughter, Evie, in her own coming of age drama filled with angst, love, passion, need, and a healthy dose of obsession.

Zac Rivers. A boy no one wanted to know. Always angry. Always fighting his way in and out of trouble. It was no surprise when he was expelled from school and never heard from again.Until now.I found him at the Londonderry Brawl, and I watched him fight like an animal. Strong. Controlled. But desperate. I sensed in him a purpose – a need to win – and I wanted to know what was so important to him. The way he fought was mesmerising, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Then, it was over, he’d won and I needed to leave.

He didn’t want me to.

When his lips met mine, somehow, he stole my heart, and in that moment, I knew my world was forever changed. I needed to know this boy. I needed to discover all there was to know about him or I’d never be able to breathe again. No one thinks we should be together. They say his bad news.

Well, people say I’m bad news too.

Then, as fate would have it, I was forced to introduce him to my most fierce protector. A man whose past is riddled with secrets and mistakes; a man who fought his way from the darkness and into the light; a man called Damien – my father.

My name is Yvonne Rhodes, although, you may prefer to call me Evie. I’m the eldest daughter of Damien and Henrietta Rhodes. Inside me, I have my mother’s sense, and my father’s passion.

This is Zac’s and my story. It’s about needing someone to the point of obsession. It’s about losing control, and finding a way to pick up the pieces when everything seems broken.

And it’s about love. One that’s so strong, nothing can stop it.

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EXCERPT

“Were you looking for me?” I ask, my heart thudding in my chest as I try to keep my cool.

His smile widens, and I’m sure I see a bit of a blush as he drops his gaze to look at a spot on the floor. “Seeing you is a happy accident, but I’m actually looking for someone else,” he states, lifting his eyes again as he looks around the room.

“I’m the only one in here.”

He nods, seeming distracted as he glances back over his shoulder like he’s trying to decide whether he should stay or just go.

“Listen, I’m um…I’m sorry about the other night. I shouldn’t have done that without asking you. I uh…kind of lost my head a little.”

“It’s OK. I quite liked it,” I smile, feeling my cheeks heat slightly.

“You did?” he asks, like he’s surprised that any girl would ever want to be kissed by him.

“It was a little messy, but yeah, I liked it a lot.”

He steps forward again. “That’s not normal for me. Just so you know. I don’t always go out into the crowd and well, you know.”

“That’s good to hear,” I respond, feeling as though my cheeks are burning hot now as well.

“I haven’t seen you out there before,” he comments, moving closer again. To keep myself from burning up under his gaze, I drop my eyes and set my brush to the side, a nervous feeling rising up in my stomach. I pick up my canvas and move it to the drying area, needing that movement to give me a little control. I’ve never been alone with someone who makes me feel this way before. All the other boys, they were just boys. I never had this…

“That’s a pretty awesome painting. It’s yours?” he asks, his voice right beside me, brushing softly against my ears as he moves to inspect my work. It sends chills down my spine that ripple through my body and tingle out through my skin. Having him next to me is intoxicating, and I have to close my eyes for a moment to keep myself calm.

“It’s not finished.”

His eyes move slowly over the canvas as he takes in every detail. Then they turn to me and seem to do the same, taking in every detail of my face.

“You must really like fighting,” he murmurs, his voice deep and sexy like he’s talking about something so much more intimate.

“Don’t you?” I practically whisper, my voice deciding to leave me when I need it most.

His eyes drop to my mouth and he grins when my tongue slips out and wets them, then his eyes lift to meet mine and my stomach flips. He’s so close. “Yeah. Yeah I like fighting a lot.”

The distance between our mouths becomes infinitesimal, and I feel sure he’s going to kiss me again. I can feel his breath, gently brush over my waiting lips and I part them willingly, my heartbeat and my breathing short and shallow in my anticipation.

The sound of a message alert splits the air between us and causes us both to jerk back as if being caught doing something we weren’t supposed to.

“Shit,” Zac hisses as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his phone.

I take a step back from him, giving myself some distance so I can gather my thoughts and get a bit of control over my emotions. I suddenly feel like I’m about to cry and I keep swallowing down a lump in my throat, feeling ridiculous at the thought of my behaviour. What is wrong with me?

Clearing my throat, I leave him tapping a message on his phone and move back to my station where I pick up my palette and carry it toward the sink to wash off. “So, that person you were looking for, is she about this tall?” I pause my clean up and hold my hand just above my shoulder to indicate. “Long blonde hair and blue eyes – really pretty?”

“Um. Yeah. That’s her.”

“She should be up in the dark room. Mr Sparks took her up there a little over an hour ago.”

“She’s with Sparks?” he spits, his demeanour instantly changing – darkening – as he makes a move for the door.

His reaction surprises me, when just a moment ago it seemed he was about to kiss me and now he’s running off to some other girl. “Who is she? Your girlfriend or something?” That was a really immature thing to say. I know that, but it seemed to fall from my lips before I could think to stop it.

He turns to face me. “What? No. Jesus. You obviously have no recollection of me from before. Meg is my sister.”

“You’re sister? But your surnames…”

“Are different. I know. She’s my half-sister. Same mother. Different fathers.” He seems hurt by the fact that I didn’t remember and my throat tightens and my eyes burn.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…I just…I don’t know how to do this – whatever this is.” I indicate in the air between us and his expression softens a little at seeing my distress. He steps back toward me then stops and shakes his head like he’s trying to clear his mind. He looks at me, his eyes beseeching and something strange happens. Like this electricity or something. I don’t know what it is. But it’s in the air between us and it feels like I could touch it if I wanted to.

“I don’t know what it is either. I…fuck, I don’t have time for this right now.” He steps back and I step toward him, wanting to say something more but he shakes his head again and walks backward out the door. “I’m sorry. But I need to stop Meg.”

“Stop what?” I call after him

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About the Author

blog sigBestselling Author of the Drawn Series, the Beautiful Series, and the Confidante Trilogy, Lilliana has always loved to read and write, considering it the best form of escapism that the world has to offer. Australian born and bred, she writes New Adult Romance revolving around her authentically Aussie characters as well as a biographical trilogy based on an ex-Sydney sex worker, named Angelien. Lilliana feels that the world should see Australia for more than just it’s outback and tries to show characters in more of a city setting. When she isn’t writing, she wears the hat of ‘wife and mother’ to her husband and four children. Before Lilliana turned to writing, she worked in a variety of industries and studied humanities and communications before transferring to commerce/law at university. Originally from Sydney’s Western suburbs, she currently lives a fairly quiet life in suburban Melbourne.

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Drawn to Fight: Zac & Evie – Sneak Peek – Chapter One

If you are a part of my newsletter, you may have already seen chapter one of Drawn to Fight (I have tweaked it a little since then though 😉 ). But for those of you who aren’t on the list or missed it over the holiday period, here it is!

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         Evie

“Where are you going?” my sister Rose whispers as I slip a shirt over my head and pull on a short denim skirt and my skate shoes.

“I’m going out.” I move over to the mirror and twist my dark curly hair into a high pony tail then change my mind and pull it out, letting it fall down to my shoulders in messy rings.

“Are you going on a date? Do mum and dad know?”

“No, and no. And there’s no need for you to tell them anything. I’m eighteen now. Legally, I don’t have to ask.”

“I’m not going to lie for. If they ask…”

“If they ask, tell them I went out. It’s the truth because I’m not telling you where I’m going.”

“Evie.”

“What is it, Rose?”

“Don’t get caught.”

Smiling, I move over to the window of her room and slide it open, popping off the screen before I slide out of it and land on the ranch style balcony that extends around the perimeter of our house. Then I creep along the wood, being sure to step in the quietest spots before I jump over the edge and make a run for the street where my friends Harry and Sisley are waiting in Harry’s car.

“You did it!” Sisley exclaims in a harsh whisper while quietly clapping her hands as Harry pulls away from the side of the road, and we’re on our way.

***

“Mate, if you bring those two in here, you’re the one responsible for them. Got it?” the big guy says, eyeing Sisley and I dubiously from where we sit in the back seat of the car.

We’ve been stopped at the gates of a large property in Londonderry, which is about an hour and a half west of Sydney. It belongs to the parents of some guy who used to go to our school. He’s long since graduated, but he still throws epic parties here on most weekends, charging a small fee for each car to gain entry. I think he says the charge is for parking, because otherwise, the cops would bust him for operating as a club without the right permits. I don’t know how it works.

“Honestly, dude, I think these two are more likely to be looking after me,” Harry jokes, knowing that both Sisley and I know how to take care of ourselves. We all met through my family’s Aikido gym when we were about twelve and they were sent to my grandfather for a self-defence class. The gym has undergone a lot of changes since then, but we’ve all remained, training in every martial art the gym offers and spending a lot of time trying to combine moves and styles for fun.

“Just keep an eye on them,” the big guy says as he takes our money and waves us through the paddock gate. The car bumps up and down over the uneven terrain and we park at the end of an enormous row of cars. I’d say a few hundred of them are already here, which bodes well in my opinion. Perhaps the rumours are true…

“What do you think?” Sisley asks, pulling her long, bright orange dyed ponytail over her shoulder as her dark almond shaped eyes, typical of her Chinese heritage, scan the mass of people all walking in the same direction. In the distance, we can hear the banging and crashing of a local garage band set up under a marquee, as well as some hooting and hollering from members of the crowd.

Leaning forward, I peer through her window and watch for a moment before I answer. “I don’t know. It could just be a party. But it’s worth checking out.”

“Parties can be fun too, ladies. It doesn’t all have to be about fighting.”

Sisley presses her pink rosebud lips together to create a flat line as she lifts her brow. “When you’re as obsessed with Ultimate Fighter as we are, a party in place of an illegal fighting ring, just isn’t going to cut it,” she says, to which I nod in agreement.

“Why don’t you two just get into UFC or MMA or something? You’d get to watch plenty of fights that way,” he adds as we all get out of the car.

“Harry, you’ve met my dad – do you really think he’d let me do that kind of thing? The only reason I’m even here tonight is because I snuck out.”

“He seriously thinks you go to bed at nine o’clock on a Friday night when your eighteen and could be out drinking?”

I shrug. “He trusts me.”

Harry shakes his head. “Shit, Evie. If he finds out…”

“He won’t find out, ok? Are you going to tell him?”

“Of course not. It’s just that if Damien Rhodes was my father, I sure as hell wouldn’t be lying to him about where I’m going to be. Your dad is one scary dude.”

“He’s not scary. He’s just…”

“Over-protective,” Sisley finishes for me from where she walks in between Harry and I. I can see him clearly over her head as I’ve inherited my parent’s height, so I stand at six-foot-one while Sisley is only five-foot-three.

“Yeah. He’s over protective,” I agree. “He’s not scary. He’s just intense because he doesn’t want any of us getting hurt.”

“Well, you come with a warning. You know that right?”

“Of course I know that. I’m a fucking social pariah. No one wants to risk hanging out with the girl whose dad went to prison for destroying a bar.”

Sisley nods. “And the fact he runs a tattoo studio doesn’t help your case much either. But people suck and we know better, right?” She nudges me with her right elbow and I nod, walking along in silence as my thoughts continue in my head.

My family is a loving one. We have our ups and downs and perhaps we’re a little unconventional with five kids who are provided for by the income from tattoos and a martial arts gym—and yes, my father was once in prison. But he’s been out for fifteen years and has continued to get help for his bipolar disorder. So he isn’t a danger to anyone.

In saying that, I also admit that, to many, he does seem pretty scary. He’s big and muscular, and his arms are covered in tatts. But that doesn’t change his wonderful heart. I mean, the man is strict, yes, but I have no doubt in my mind that he loves all of us unconditionally, and would do anything for us. He’s simply fierce in his love for all of us, which, when you have a background like his, is understandable.

You see, he lost his family at a young age and that sent him spiralling into a pit of darkness. It’s my mother who saved him. She gave him a reason to become the man he is today. I remember thinking it was gross how much they seem to love each other compared to other people’s parents. They’ve always hugged, held hands and kissed openly. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to view their relationship as this epic love story that I can only hope to have for myself one day — I just don’t expect to meet the man of my dreams any time soon, especially not while I’m still living under my parents roof and at a high school filled with people who love a good rumour better than they love the truth.

Once word got out about my family history, I began to attract boys. But they were the ones who wanted a ‘bad girl’ to suck their cock behind the school hall or let them do whatever the heck they wanted so they could brag about it. That girl was never me. So I put a blanket ban over dating anyone from school and left it at that. The only two friends I have are Harry and Sisley and that’s only because they met me when we were too young to care. Although, I like to hope that they would have been my friends anyway.

I glance over, as Harry slides his arm protectively around Sisley shoulders. I’ve recently become the third wheel in their emerging relationship as they finally admitted their feelings toward each other a few months ago.

Their relationship changes our group dynamics are little but, it’s cool. We’ve been friends for too long to let something like this get in our way. And I’m happy for them, they’re really great together.

“Want to line up and grab a beer?” Harry suggests as we get close to the crowd.

“You guys go. I’ll check things out. Text me when you’re done though,” I say, breaking away from them and heading to the edge of the crowd. I begin to push my way through, keeping my ears open for any piece of information on this fighting ring that’s rumoured to go down here.

Various groups stand together, drinking, talking, dancing to the crash of the distorted music that sounds more like noise than any sort of real song.

“Shit,” I hiss, as I stumble slightly, tripped by a stick on the ground that flicks up and nicks my ankle, causing it to sting and bleed. I knew I should have worn jeans and my Converse. But Sisley insisted I should wear a stupid fucking skirt and skate shoes to a property out bush. Granted, dressed this way, I almost fit in with the rest of the women here. But I feel ridiculous because this isn’t how I would normally dress. I wear pants. Always pants.

Seeing that the scrape is only small I right myself and push my dark curls out of my eyes then come face-to-face with a guy I’m sure I’ve seen somewhere before.

I tilt my head a little, studying him as he studies me in return. He has blue eyes like me, a strong jaw and straight brown hair that flops over his right eye when he moves. And on top of that, he’s beautiful.

He glances at my ankle then crouches down in front of me, reaching out to gently brushes his fingertips lightly over my ankle, as he assesses the damage. A heat travels up my leg where he touches me and it’s as if everything around us falls away and the crowd is no more, there’s just the two of us in a quiet clearing as I force my brain to place him in my memory.

“I don’t think it’ll bleed for too long,” he says, before releasing my ankle and standing. His eyes lock with mine and I open my mouth to speak but then he moves on without another word.

Turning my body, I continue watching him, following his movement with my eyes as if I’m somehow caught in his orbit. It feels weird, but I can’t look away, even when he turns back and catches me still staring at him. I just stand there – caught. It isn’t until Sisley clicks fingers in front of my face that I finally snap out of it.

“We got you a beer anyway,” she says, handing me a clear plastic cup and following my gaze.

“Jeez, I wonder what Zac Rivers is doing here? I thought he took off after year ten,” she comments, watching as his head moves away from us above the crowd because of his height. “Shame he’s such a weirdo, he’s really ridiculously good-looking.”

“Who’s good-looking?” Harry asks.

“You are, babe,” Sisley smiles, leaning up against his side.

“I wonder where he’s going,” I muse.

“Where who’s going?” Harry asks again, trying to catch up with the conversation.

“Zach Rivers” Sisley informs him. “Evie’s got the stares on him.”

“I have not got the stares,” I argue. “What are the stares anyway?”

“Yeah, what the hell of the stares?” Harry asks.

“When you can’t stop looking at some hot guy,” Sisley tells us.

“The stares? On Zac Rivers? Isn’t he some crazy or something? I remember him when he was still at school. Super freaking weirdo. He only hung out with his siblings — remember that? They used to call him Edward Cullen because they wouldn’t talk to anyone like the Cullen’s in Twilight. Totes weird.”

“I remember that,” Sisley laughs. So do I actually, he was in our grade at school and people used to give him and his siblings a really hard time. I think his siblings are still at school though… I wonder why he left?

“Well, he’s obviously not a vampire. But he is going somewhere. Look. People are following him.” I point out, jutting my chin forward as we see various people drop away from the main crowd and migrate toward the thick bush line.

“Wanna check it out?” Sisley asks, and I nod, stepping forward before being stopped by Harry’s grip on my arm.

“Wait. Do we really want to do this? I mean, what if we get caught? It could mess up our chance of getting into a good uni next year. And what if we go into the bush and get lost, or what if they’re just luring people in there to kill them and eat their flesh?”

“Jesus, Harry,” I laugh. “You watch way too much TV. You can stay here if you want. But I’m going to check it out. Come. Stay. Whatever. But I’m going.”

“Fine,” he sighs, following behind me with Sisley as I follow the trail of people towards the bush.

As we embark down a dusty walking track we see some dull flashlights held in the hands of men who are stopping everyone.

“Spectator or participant?” One asks us, although he’s mainly asking Harry, who is decently tall and built in his own right. He kind of just looks at me and Sisley, up and down, as if he’s just assessing our fuckability.

“Spectating,” I say, pissed that it’s not even a question for a woman.

“Ten bucks each to get in.” We dig around in our purses for the cover charge and hold it out to him. “Do you know the rules?” he asks as he chews gum and takes the money from each of us.

“Don’t talk about it?” I suggest, with a slight grin and a raised eyebrow.

“Cute,” he deadpans, not amused by me at all. “Spectators must stay away from the cage at all times. No interference will be tolerated. Or you’ll be escorted off the premises and never allowed back in – got it?”

Nodding, we hold out our wrists as we’re stamped with one of those black light images that can’t be seen otherwise.

I wonder what the purpose is, we’re not in a nightclub where black lights are just part of the scenery. But my question is answered as we continue down the path and are constantly checked by guards holding portable black lights to make sure with paid our cover charge.

“Shit, this is all very clandestine,” Harry comments, staying close to Sisley.

“It’s so dark out here. And what the hell is that red glow?” Sisley asks, raising her hand to point at the glow coming from between the tree line up ahead.

“Aliens,” Harry states as a matter of fact.

Our wrists get checked again and the guard, over hearing us, says, “First time?”

“That obvious?” I laugh.

“A bit. Listen, I’m not going lie, it gets crazy in there. Just stay back from the actual fight and stick together.”

“What’s the deal with the red light?” I ask.

“Visibility. White light would make us a big shining beacon. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you why that’s a bad thing.”

He looks at me pointedly, and I nod my response before moving on, feeling even more drawn to the light, and the yelling that can now be heard over the band we left back at the party.

I can’t help but marvel at how clever this whole set up is. I also can’t help but wonder how they getting away with this without cops finding out.

As I break through the tree line the smell of dust and heated bodies hits my senses as my world becomes bathed in red. We’re in a clearing. All around us are tall eucalyptus trees and a crowd of people that surrounds a makeshift cage. Two men wrestle in the centre, their shirts off and their skin glistening white under the red. One has his arm wrapped around the other’s neck as he pummels him in the ribs with his other fist. It’s surreal and feels a little dangerous. My heart thuds in my chest — not from fear, but from excitement. I step forward, wanting to get closer, drawn to the fight like a moth to the flame.

“Stay together,” Sisley yells in my ear, linking her arms with mine and stopping me before I can break away.

“Then come on,” I tell her, pulling her and Harry through the crowd in a train to get a closer look.

We’re jostled back and forth and I really need to fight for position. We make it as close as we can, until a wire crowd control barrier blocks our way.

The fighters hit the ground and break apart and I stand, watching with wide eyes as they jump back up and circle each other. The dirt from the ground sticks to their skin in a darker shade of red as they lunge at one another. The crowd roars different commands and when one lands a hit, the other’s head flicks to the side with such speed that a spray of what I hope you only sweat, lands on my arm.

I hear Sisley squealing in disgust as she hides behind Harry. But I don’t move. I’m transfixed by the man still standing. It’s something about the look in his eye, so primal and desperate. It’s as if he’s using the power of his will to keep his opponent on the ground and it isn’t until a guy with a bullhorn walks over and lifts his arm, that his gaze moves and somehow finds mine.

“Winner Zac ‘Steel Fist’ Rivers!”

“Holy shit, Edward Cullen can fight,” Harry says in awe.

I hear them talking in the background. I hear the crowd, the announcer, everything. But it’s all muted beneath the sound of my heart pounding in my years as I continue to lock my gaze with Zac’s. I can’t look away.

That’s it! Keep an eye out for more teasers as we get closer to release!

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Beautiful Series Bundle 99cents for a limited time

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#TeaserTuesday – 10 days until DEVOTION releases!

I don’t normally go for the whole #TeaserTuesday and #ThrowbackThursday thing. But, I thought I may as well give it a go and forsake my random postings in favour of a little structure 😉

If you’re following me on Facebook and Twitter, you’ll have seen a few posts about Devotion: The Beauty in Between. For those of you who don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s the companion novella to A Beautiful Melody and A Beautiful Rock (available now as a two for one deal during the month of june only.) AND it’s releasing in TEN DAYS! So I’m pretty excited to share this Beautiful Series wedding with you all. There are a lot of ups and downs in the story – family drama, wedding drama and band drama. But essentially, it’s a celebration of the love Naomi and Theo share and shows us the strength in their union.

Anyway, I thought I’d share a little snippet of the conversation that makes this long overdue wedding happen. (Unedited and subject to change before the June 27th release)

“You know what you have to do, right?” Marcus asks.

“What do I have to do, Marcus? Enlighten me,” Theo replies, rubbing the bridge of his nose as if he has a migraine coming on.

“Get married,” both Marcus and Lisa say in unison.

“Get married?” I repeat. “What is it with everyone telling us to get married lately? Besides, how the hell are we supposed to organise a wedding right now? Matiari is about to tour the UK and Europe. We’ll be gone for the best part of a year. We can’t organise a wedding before then. It’ll have to wait until we come back. That was our plan anyway.”

“Sure you can have it early,” Lisa assures us. “Marcus organised ours in a day. With his connections, you can have the wedding whenever you want.”

Theo and I look at each other, mouthing words and gesturing to each other that we can’t manage a wedding right now. We both know that most of our finances are tied up in the tour. We’re not mega stars like Marcus and Lisa are. Our income is very modest considering our output for band expenses.

Theo clears his throat. “Guys, it’s just not going to happen. Our money’s tied up in the tour, and I’m not going to get a loan to go in debt for a quickie wedding, just because our mother is being a drama queen. Besides, in a month’s time, we’ll be gone for a year, and she’ll probably be over it by the time we get back.”

“Theo, don’t kid yourself,” Marcus adds. “She will torture the rest of us the entire time you’re gone.”

“Marcus, you totally deserve to suffer through a torture caused by me for a change. God knows, I’ve suffered plenty because of you.”

“Then if not for me, think of Lisa. She doesn’t deserve more than she’s already put up with. Besides, mum will call you while you’re on the road, crying about how much you’ve hurt her. You know what she’s like. This doesn’t end until something happens that will change it.”

“Fine. Then we’ll elope like you two did,” he says.

“Seriously man, don’t do that. We don’t regret our wedding at all, but we should have thought about what effect it would have on everyone else. Especially you two. We didn’t think and we kind of swooped in and got married before you two got the chance to have yours,” Marcus explains.

“We’re really sorry guys,” Lisa adds. “We should have waited until after you’d had yours.”

“Don’t mention it. It’s fine,” Theo says, even though I know the fact that Marcus is acknowledging that he did yet another shitty thing means a lot to Theo.

“Well, we are mentioning it because we feel really bad. We were going to wait until Christmas to do this, but since this has all happened, we thought we’d suggest it now,” Marcus starts.

“Suggest what?” I ask.

“We’d like to pay for your wedding,” Lisa says. Both Theo and I shake our heads while we both repeatedly say ‘no’ over the top of each other.

“It’s the least we can do after fucking things up for you guys. Consider it our gift to you. We wouldn’t know what the fuck to buy you two since you already live together, anyway. And we owe you guys. You’ve been amazing to us. Let us do this,” Marcus insists. “I’ll make a few phone calls and get back to you both tonight. Don’t plan anything for the next month before you go. We won’t have time to set up a big catholic wedding. But we can definitely do a wedding fit for one of Australia’s most recognisable music couples.”

“Marcus, no!” I yell into the receiver. But my protests are only heard by Theo’s ears. Marcus and Lisa have disconnected.

I glance at Theo, my eyebrows raised and my eyes wide. “What the hell just happened?”

Theo presses his lips together and gives me a lopsided grin before he pulls me into another embrace. “Well, we had planned to talk about the wedding tonight anyway,” he concedes.

“Yeah. Talk about it. Not plan it. How did we go from not knowing to getting married in a month?”

“Welcome to the family, babe,” he deadpans. “Prepare to have your life taken over.”

 

Want to know what happens from there and why Theo’s mother is so upset? Find out on June 27th when Devotion releases.

Preorder links below – Links will be up for Amazon on release day.

iBooks – https://itunes.apple.com/au/book/devotion-beauty-in-between/id843321514?mt=11
B&N – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/devotion-lilliana-anderson/1118942980?ean=2940045773386
Kobo – http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/devotion-the-beauty-in-between-a-beautiful-series-novella

 

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