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Helena Hunting
New
York Times and USA Today bestselling author
of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her
incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She's
writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic
sports comedy.
Look for it August 27th, 2019 or pre-order if you want to!! Thanks so much to St. Martin's Press and Helena Hunting for letting me be a part of this fun cover reveal! I can't wait to give it a read.
Exclusive Excerpt
I’m
startled out of my thoughts when my brother jumps up and shouts a
bunch of profane nonsense, hands flailing like he’s trying to swim
on land, or approximate the chicken dance while on an LSD trip.
“You
can’t do this! It’s absolute bullshit!” Armstrong yells.
I
look around the table, trying to piece together what I missed.
“I’m
sorry, Armstrong. I know this is a shock, but we feel it’s in the
company’s best interest to put Lincoln at the helm during this
transitional stage,” G-mom says firmly.
At
the helm? I look to G-mom who’s busy
not looking at me.
Armstrong
jabs at finger at himself. “But I’m the one who’s put in all
the time here! I deserve to run the company! Lincoln doesn’t know
the first thing about Moorehead. All he knows how to do is dig wells
and forage for food in the wilderness. How are those valuable assets
here?” He turns his attention to our mother. “Did you know about
this? How can you let this happen? Look at him. How can that
be the face of our company? He looks
like he crawled out of a gutter and mugged a twenty-year-old college
kid on a bender. How is this better for our bottom line?”
My
mother clasps her hands in front of her. “I’m sorry, Armstrong,
but this decision wasn’t mine to make. I know this is hard for you,
but your grandmother and fath—”
Armstrong
stomps his foot, exactly as a toddler would. “The company is mine!
Lincoln can’t have it!”
I
raise a hand, half to quiet my brother and also to find out what the
freaking deal is. “Whoa, let’s back this bus up. Can someone
explain what’s going on?”
“You’ve
been appointed as the CEO of Moorehead Media, according to the will,”
Christophe—no R, because that would make it far too pedestrian a
name—my father’s lawyer says.
I’m
working on trying to remain calm as I address my grandmother. “You
didn’t say anything about me being CEO. You said you needed my
help.”
“Running
the company, yes,” she says through a practiced, stiff smile.
It’s
her warning face, but seriously, when she said she needed my help for
a few months I figured it meant I’d be keeping Armstrong in line
while she sorted out who was going to take over the company, which I
realize now was a stupid assumption.
“I
didn’t think that meant CEO. How am I going to run a company with
this dickhead on staff?” I motion to my brother.
“The
name calling is unnecessary,” G-mom replies.
“Lincoln’s
not even part of this family! He hasn’t attended one event in the
past five years except for Dad’s funeral. He didn’t bother coming
to my wedding and now he’s going to run the company? How is that
fair?”
I
snort. “Your wedding was an expensive joke.”
He
crosses his arms over his chest. “I was set up. Amalie had cold
feet and made me out to look like the bad guy.”
The
woman beside him shoots him disgusted look.
Armstrong
clears his throat and tugs at his collar. “My wedding is not the
real issue. The point is that you’ve never involved yourself in any
part of this family and now you think you can come in and take over.
I will not stand by and let this happen!” He keeps jabbing his
finger at me, as if he’s engaged in a finger sword fight.
I
lean back in my chair and lace my fingers behind my neck. Armstrong
has always been reactive. And self-absorbed. For a while it seemed
like he finally had it together—back when he was engaged. But ever
since that fiasco of a wedding he seems to have come completely
unglued. Again. But worse this time. “Someone needs a timeout.”