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It's April 24th and that means there are just 13 days left to reach the ideal 250 pre-order goal. If you haven't preordered your copy, please make sure you do so by May 7th! 

Right now we are at 126/250 preorders and have raised $3300 to be put towards editing, formatting, and distribution! We need 125 more! Can we do it? Remember, if we pass the 250 mark, I will be donating the extra proceeds to LGBT organizations like The Trevor Project, GLAAD, The Human Rights Campaign, and NOH8! 

Thank you all again for all of your help and support with this campaign! You are the real MVPs! 

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To everyone who has helped support the novel, you are making such a difference! I appreciate it more than you know! And as promised, I said that when we passed $3000 in donations, I would give you a little sneak peek of one of the chapters. So, here it is!

The blonde’s shoulders fell. “They grew up together. I knew their friendship was special. They’ve been best friends since they were kids. ” She revealed. “She introduced me to him, actually. Then I got in the way.” She said guilty. “And I get it. Some people just fall in love with their best friend.” She shrugged, murmuring the last sentence.

Addison stood stiffly as the words ghosted across the bathroom tiles, trapped behind the door, suspended in the air. The blonde turned her back toward the brunette, gazing into the empty sink instead. She reached out one hand, turning the faucet and letting the water run for a moment. It was the only sound between the two. Crisa’s other went to the soap dispenser, waiting for the sensor to register the movement below it. It spouts out a small amount of bubbles and the blonde scrubbed her hands carefully before drying them off on a paper towel, using the damp material to dab at her makeup when she’s done.

Addison watched everything happen in slow motion, tensing her jaw.

The words were long gone and though Crisa’s body language has signaled that she wanted for the conversation to go elsewhere, or even end completely, Addison still heard them louder than the entire brass section of the orchestra during a fortissimo.

“It’s gonna be okay.” The drummer attempted to console, her nerves causing the words to falter as they fell from her lips. She meets the blonde’s eyes in the mirror as she took a step back.

“There are tons of other fish in the sea.” She said as comfortingly as possible. “I know there are plenty of guys out there that would love to date you.” She added for good measure,  heart crying out as she did. She willed it to be silent.

There was another pause before Crisa threw her head back, barking out a dark laugh as she scoffed. “Yeah, you mean plenty of guys who’d love to fuck me.”

Addison’s insides strained. It was so irrevocably heart wrenching. She reached for the blonde, spinning her carefully as she coaxed her to face Addison head-on, placing both hands on the girl’s triceps.

“You deserve to be cherished.” She said as she ducked her head to meet Crisa’s defeated gaze. “Truly.” She emphasized, hands slipping down the blonde’s arms to take Crisa’s hands in her own again. “Don’t ever let anyone make you think otherwise.” She pleaded.

“If it were you, I know you’d treat me right.” Crisa sighed leaning closer.

Always,
-Jessica

PS. The personalized doodle copies seem to be incredibly popular. So I've added just a few more. But make sure you get them quick, because they go fast!