Keeping You Close is drawing closer (ha), with less than a month until the release. Keeping You Close follows the third brother in the Kent family, taking place in Juniper Cove. It features several favorite tropes of mine and I’m just dying to share it with you. While you can read absolutely read Will’s story as a standalone, you’ll see plenty of appearances from the rest of the family introduced in Making You Mine and Winning You Over.

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If you haven’t read Making You Mine yet, it’s free, today, on Kindle (and always available in Kindle Unlimited) so you can read Brother #1 (AKA Drew’s) story. I’ve also added a little prologue, included below for you guys to enjoy. If you’re already caught up on Juniper Cove, don’t forget to preorder Keeping You Close!

Read on for the new prologue of Making You Mine, set 15 years before the rest of the story...

The summer I swore off love was particularly warm.

Juniper Cove was always hot in July, but especially that year. We’d arrived the night before, and I’d had my outfit planned out for over two months.

I dressed early that morning in a peplum top that hugged me a little too closely, making me sweat before the sun even finished rising, a pair of jean shorts bedazzled enough to show I was serious, and a pair of platforms that gave me an extra three inches. They pinched my toes, but I was committed. The top was just a bit low-cut, not that much, but enough that I’d gone to war with my mom over buying it.

My nails, which I had gotten up extra early to paint, promptly chipped before I made it to the kitchen for breakfast.

I was going to see him today.

Drew.

And I needed to look cute (and maybe a little extra grown-up) to do what I had planned.

I met him last summer. As a freshman, my cousin finally deemed me old enough to hang out with his group of friends. Before then, I’d been relegated to reading through my suitcase of books at the beach house each summer.

When I’d met Drew, the crush had been instant. He turned into my first love over the course of the summer.

Of course, I hadn’t said anything. He’d been sixteen, two whole years older than me. I’d been grateful just to bask in his presence, sneaking discreet glances when he stripped his shirt off and dove in the water or pulled up in his convertible to pick me (and Deacon) up for the day.

When the summer ended, I’d mourned the fact I wouldn’t see him every day. But my love didn’t fade over the course of my sophomore year. It swelled. Like a bubble in my chest.

Just the thought of seeing him again made me grin. I’d decided that today I was going to confess my feelings to him.

I’d rehearsed the speech a hundred times in my head. Yes, we’d be far away during the school year, but it could work. We’d text. Call. Write letters! And I could come every summer and maybe on school break, or he could come visit me.

All that was left was actually telling him this.

Which required rousing my cousin.

“It’s too early,” Deacon groaned when I announced it was time to get up. “It’s not like he’s going anywhere.”

Ugh. My cousin just didn’t get it sometimes.

His phone pinged.

“Is it Drew?” I demanded, leaning over to look at the lit screen.

He angled the phone away from me and sighed, resigned. “Guess you’re not the only one up early today.”

When he emerged from his room a few minutes later, I practically dragged him out the door. We made our way to the beach, and I nearly skipped across the sand. My attention immediately snagged on Drew’s tall form. My heart swelled at the sight. Today. Finally, today.

He was in a crowd of other teenagers, and hearing our arrival, Drew turned and grinned. Vindication. He smiled at me. He was excited to see me.

And maybe my cousin, who was trailing a few steps behind me, but still.

“Hey,” I said, suddenly shy as I reached Drew.

“Hey yourself.” He flashed another grin at me and then turned to offer Deacon a fist bump.

I was going to tell him I loved him.

“By the way, guys, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

He gestured to a tall, lithe brunette standing nearby. The girl turned and walked over.

“Meet Isabel, my girlfriend.”

And as I squeaked out a polite “It’s nice to meet you,” the bubble of hope in my chest popped.

And that was the end of my first love.

Or so I thought.

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Vesper Young

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