From Summer and Fall: The Four Seasons Series, #1

By Alora Kate

In this book, you will read about not one love story but two.
About a family of not only blood but heart.
Summer and Hannah are best friends; more like sisters if either, one was to be asked.
Fall is Summer’s beloved but annoying older brother. 
Something has changed within the fun-loving brother she used to know. 
Now only glimpses are seen and Summer would give anything to help the 
brother she loves find his way out of his own personal darkness and into the light.
Tristan is Fall’s best friend and the guy who makes 
Summers heart pound in a way that no one else has ever made her feel.
Hannah loves Fall; always has. Even his faults and flaw.
Tristan and Fall are footballs stars on and off the field. 
Fall loves sex with as many girls willing to throw themselves into his bed.
What happens when Hannah becomes one of Fall’s many?
And when Tristan notices the one girl who has always 
been there on the sidelines, how will Summer cope?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alora Kate
• Release date: Sep 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781537867977

Alora Kate

"I hear voices in my head and I love that its totally okay." - Alora Kate  Alora Kate is a multi-genre author who likes to be bold and original; stepping outside of the box and bringing her readers fresh characters from all parts of life. She’s a mother, college student, photographer, and graphic designer. She resides in northern MN with her son, where she plans to stay for a long time despite the cold winters. 

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I hear voices in my head and I love that it’s totally okay.

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Editor: Silvia Curry

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This book contains graphic language

Recommended for 18+

A note from the author:

the Four Seasons Series has

been re-edited and

re-released with new covers.

The original book 3.5 is

now part of book 3.

All books must be read in

order. Enjoy!

from

Summer

and

Fall

by

Alora Kate

Chapter 1 – Summer

You slept with her! I yelled as I charged into the kitchen.

Yep.

He took a bite of his cereal. Any time of the day, the guy just loved eating cereal.

She’s my best friend, I protested.

He grinned that stupid grin, the one he knew I hated.

Yep.

I love my brother, I really do. But at that moment, I hated him more than ever.

Hannah Michaels and I had met in the fourth grade, shortly after she had switched to our school. We were quiet, shy, and kept to ourselves. We weren’t popular or skinny, nor were we super smart, but we studied hard and made honor roll each year. It never bothered us that we didn’t have the popularity because we were just being ourselves. We never tried to be anything different. Our interests matched when it came to movies and books, and we even had similar tastes in foods. Unfortunately, the day she became my best friend was also the day she fell in love with my brother.

It was different when we were younger. We would all hang out together, play hide and seek, board games, and the best part was, we all got along great.

Now, he barely talked to or acknowledged her; well anyone for that matter. And if he did? That stupid famous grin of his would grace his face or he’d wink. Every time, Hannah would stop breathing, her eyes got all dreamy like, and her head would start to fill up with visions that included a wedding and a white picket fence, alongside my brother, Fall.

They were visions we both knew would never come true. Despite his reputation and the line of girls he had used whenever and however he liked—or so I’ve heard—her crush continued. And when Hannah crushed on someone, the girl crushed hard because she’s not had eyes for anyone but Fall.

She was a virgin, I whispered, barely looking at him.

Yep. He tossed his dishes into the sink and walked away. I felt bad for Hannah and I was pissed at my brother. I couldn’t believe he slept with her.

Spring, Winter, Fall, and I all shared a house near campus. My parents bought it for us after our grandmother had passed because they didn’t want us working while we were in college; we had no rent payment, and our parents put money on a card for us every month to use for food and utilities.

We were all students at the University of Ohio. Spring and Winter are twins, the oldest; then Fall, and then me, making me the baby of the family.

Not only did I grow up with them, I couldn’t even escape them once I’d graduated high school. However, this was what Grandma wanted, and I’d rather live with my siblings than a bunch of strangers in a dorm.

Fall, of course, just happened to be the most popular guy on campus. His best friend, Tristan McCree, was second, or first; I wasn’t sure what the latest gossip was nor did I care, and it was hard to escape the chatter that spread around campus.

I had the tiniest, smallest, itty-bitty, little crush on Tristan McCree. I had since he had moved to town his senior year and became best friends with Fall. His hair was long, down to his waist, and it contained multiple shades of blond. It surrounded his square, chiseled jaw and a nice set of clear blue eyes. He was our quarterback in high school, and now here at college. He was built like a god. I, along with a lot of girls, had a crush on Tristan McCree. He played the same game on the field as he did off the field, but he was more of a charmer, a little nicer to the girls he slept with, and I knew that didn’t mean much, but he was nicer than Fall.

Hannah and I were out of our league; we both knew this but she still went down that road last night.

I hated his room, and have never stepped a foot inside of it. It was disgustingly dirty; you couldn’t see the floor because of the clothes that lined it and I doubted he ever opened a window.

You’re an asshole, Fall. I can’t believe you would do that to her.

Fall flopped down on his bed and put one arm behind the back of his head.

She knew the score, all the chicks do; two consenting adults, having sex. She was a great lay, phenomenal kisser, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

She had been drinking last night, Fall. You took advantage of her.

Ask her again how it went down and get out of my room. He pointed over my shoulder and I knew it was useless to try and talk to him.

This was Fall, my brother the man whore. I just wanted to cry.

How had he become this person? Who knows? Seriously, no one knows. He did a complete one-eighty the summer before his senior year of high school, becoming a completely different person.

We all tried to talk to him, my two older sisters, and Mom and Dad. We tried to get him to open up, but he never did. We all slowly gave up, because he wouldn’t let anyone in.

Hannah decided to stay in the dorms instead of taking up the fifth bedroom in our house. It would have been hard for her to be around my brother all the time but in her absence, Tristan kind of moved in instead. I had to be cautious around the house at all times because I never knew when he would and wouldn’t be there. I felt like I was always sneaking around my own house! It was only two months into the school year and I swear Tristan didn’t even know which dorm room was his.

First Tristan, now Fall. College was not going as planned. I’d never felt so stressed and out of place in my entire life.

I heard my phone ring as I walked into my bedroom and shut the door.

Hannah, I said softly when I answered.

Hey.

I yelled at him or at least tried. God, he makes me so mad.

I lay down on my bed and stared at the white ceiling. It used to be yellow, like the yellow stains left on smoker’s teeth, and it was the first thing I had changed about this room.

Please, Summer, don’t fight with him over me.

He should have never-

I could have said no! she yelled at me and then got quiet.

Summer, it was love at first site for me, you know this. I knew it’d only be the one time and it’s okay with me. I wanted him, I picked him for my first time, and I’ll be fine. Yes, it sucks, but I knew how it’d all play out. Besides, it’s nothing a little ice cream won’t fix.

Are you sure, Hannah? I know how much you like him.

She sighed and was silent for a few minutes then said, I was sober, Summer. He thought I had been drinking but I hadn’t. I got what I wanted, and for me it was perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing. Please, just try and let it go. Don’t fight with him; technically, he did nothing wrong.

Ha! She said Fall did nothing wrong, I disagreed. She had been sober, thank God for that. She knew what she was doing and the consequences of her actions. I guess I needed to let things play out. The guys on campus always talked about which girls they slept with, who performed better than others, compared them in demeaning ways. It was wrong, and now they would talk about my best friend.

I swear if he says anything mean about you, I will hurt him. I can’t believe he would do that to you. You’re my best friend and he’s my brother. You deserve so much better than him.

Summer, he’s your brother.

Yeah, but he’s a jerk and he uses women. I sat up and looked at the clock. It was still early afternoon on a Saturday, and the only plans I had were doing homework.

It could wait.

It was my choice. Please, just let it go. I don’t regret it, never will.

I had a feeling I wasn’t going to be able to let it go, but I would try for her and I guess for Fall also. He was my brother after all; I just wish I had the old one back.

Fine, it’s gone.

Thank you, Summer.

I could hear the relief in her voice but I knew the subject would come up again. It was just a matter of time.

Later that afternoon, I invited myself into Hannah’s dorm room like always. However, this time I was armed with ice cream, candy bars, and a lot of other foods that would send us into a sugar-induced coma.

Honey, I’m home! I brought lots of treats.

The dorms always remind me that I was happier at my house, but her roommate sealed the deal. I was so lucky not to be stuck with the ‘Queen Bee’ as a roommate.

Speaking of the bee, she was here.

Seriously, Chelsea eyed the bags of food, it’s Saturday, the campus is full of parties, and here you two sit, getting fatter. She stood from her bed, smoothed out her way too short red dress, and stood in front of her mirror, checking herself out. Like always. She had blond hair—probably from a bottle—and brown eyes. She was just a typical girl with nothing special about her but her personality; Chelsea was a nasty person.

And we were not fat! We had curves.

Don’t you have to get to work? I asked as I sat the bags on Hannah’s bed and turned to her, catching her eyes in the mirror. I heard the corner of Fifth is most popular these days. I lied. I had no clue if there was even a Fifth Street here in town. I just wanted her to leave.

She spun around and if looks could kill, I’d be dead, I’m sure of it.

You’re just jealous. I can have any guy at this school.

You probably already have, sweetheart. I crossed my arms over my chest.

She huffed and grabbed her purse. At least guys want me, find me attractive, and pay attention to me. What about you two? I heard, she pointed to Hannah, she begged Fall to fuck her. He turned her down but then she started crying, put on a show in front of everyone, and Fall felt sorry for her. Hannah and I were both shocked, and my arms fell to my side where my small hands balled into fists.

I was sick of her and her foul words toward us.

How does it feel to be a pity fuck? she spat at Hannah.

I punched her.

I punched