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ALSO BY ELLE CASEY

NEW ADULT ROMANCE

By Degrees

Rebel (3-book series)

CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE

Shine Not Burn (2-book series)

Don’t Make Me Beautiful

Full Measure (written as Kat Lee)

Just One Night (romantic serial)

Just One Week (romantic serial)

Love in New York (3-book series)

Mismatched (with Amanda McKeon)

YA PARANORMAL

Duality (2-book series)

Pocket Full of Sunshine (short story & screenplay)

YA URBAN FANTASY

War of the Fae (7-book series)

My Vampire Summer

Aces High (with Jason Brant)

YA DYSTOPIAN

Apocalypsis (4-book series)

YA ACTION ADVENTURE

Wrecked (2-book series)

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

Text copyright © 2015 Elle Casey

All rights reserved.

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ISBN-13: 978-1503947450

ISBN-10: 1503947459

Cover design by Sarah Hansen

For my momma, my biggest fan

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHAPTER THIRTY

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

CHAPTER FORTY

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

CHAPTER FIFTY

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

AUTHOR’S NOTE

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

CHAPTER ONE

My sister is at her wit’s end, but that’s nothing new. Her three kids are always making her crazy. I pick up my phone to take a look at her latest text.

Sis: I need a frign break. Taking the butt strings to the arcade.

I frown. Since when are we calling her kids butt strings? I mean, they are up her butt all the time, but still . . .

Me: Butt strings?

A few seconds later her response comes in.

Sis: I meant to say breast sling. Effing autocorrect.

Then two seconds later this comes in:

Sis: Argh! Not breast sling! I’m going to kill the dick who shit on my ass because it’s going all jello.

I’m laughing too hard to stop at this point.

Sis (again): Shit storm! Epic shit storm of autocorrect madness! I’m taking the butt HEADS to the arcade and I’m going to kill the dog who shit on my grass because it’s going all yellow. Please just shit me cow.

Sis (once more): SHOOT ME NOW, NOT SHIT ME COW. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU AUTOCORRECT??? WHY ARE YOU SO FILTHY???

I can barely press the right keys, I’m laughing so hard.

Me: Call their daddy and take a pill. I’ll be over later.

Sis: I need a new phone. I’m going to the slut to buy one.

Me: That should be an interesting transaction. Does she take credit cards?

Sis: STORE NOT SLUT. And I’m going to go ride off the autocorrect too.

Me: lol. Ride that mother, big sis. Ride it hard.

Sis: Shut up. I’m going to get rid of it, not ride it. Friggingautomobiles.

She must have given up, because that’s the last I hear from her or her out-of-control automobile . . . errr, autocorrect.

I chuckle my way back to my home screen, clicking away from the text messages as I lie down on my couch, reveling in my single, childless adulthood.

My sister Jenny started early in life; like me she was in a rush to leave home, anxious to leave the unhappy mess our father had created with his lies and unfaithfulness to our mother. Jenny had her first kid at twenty-two and finished with the third one by the time she was twenty-eight. Now, at thirty-two, she’s divorced and mostly insane, trying to play the role of both parents while holding down a full-time job, all while her ex pretends to be eighteen again with women way too young to be doing anything but going to college. It’s pitiful.