A New Choice: New Beginnings, #1

By Michelle MacQueen

She wants to escape the life chosen for her.

He's determined to make sure she can.

When Michaela's boyfriend proposes in front of everyone she knows, her future flashes before her eyes, sending her running off to New York in search of something different.

Among the city streets, the socialite can escape the expectations of her life back in the wealthy world of the Connecticut elite. She can pretend there isn't a man picked out for her, a future that will see her giving up law school and becoming nothing more than Ethan's wife.

She wants a break, some space to think, but she never expected him. Jason. The bar owner with little to his name except his business and a group of friends that are his family, like Michaela's brother.

The more time Michaela spends with Jason and the people around him, the more she realizes the country clubs and extravagance she's used to have nothing on the simple freedoms she didn't know she wanted.

 

Get lost in a sweet and clean, heartwarming love story of second chances and new beginnings with likable characters, strong friendships, and a guaranteed happy ending.

A New Choice is the standalone first book in the New Beginnings series.

 

The New Beginnings Series:

1. A New Choice
2. A New Promise
3. A New Dream
4. A New Path

• Language: English
• Publisher: Michelle MacQueen
• Release date: Jun 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9781393264583

Book preview

CHAPTER ONE

They say insanity is doing the same thing over and over again while expecting a different result.

Michaela hadn’t thought that was what she’d been doing when she moved back into this house. The pale blue walls of her bedroom closed in around her, dancing with the shadows of the night. What was she doing?

Why was she home?

She only had a few more days before she could leave. What came next terrified her, but not as much as the thought of nothing changing, of staying exactly where she was. A small-time Connecticut socialite in a family of socialites.

A family who barely remembered what tomorrow was. She rolled over with a sigh and hugged her pillow to her chest. Four years away from this place and she still felt like the girl who only wanted to please everyone. Her parents. Her boyfriend. This town.

Her phone buzzed on her nightstand, and she reached for it.

Happy Birthday! Chris’ voice sang.

Michaela pulled the phone away from her face and groaned. What time is it?

11:50, her brother answered, a little too loudly in her opinion.

And you’re calling me, why?

I do it every year. His tone held a false offense. Chris was the only person in her family who always made her smile.

Right. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. I thought you were coming home today. I was waiting for you.

Sorry, sis. I had something I had to do.

Okay. She paused. When will you be here?

Sooner than you think. She didn’t get the chance to ask what he meant before he hung up.

Thanks a lot, bro. She put her phone back on the table and closed her eyes. Before she could fall asleep, there was a knock on her bedroom door.

Trying to sleep in here, she called. She couldn’t imagine who would be up at midnight on a Monday—besides her brother. Apparently, no one, because that’s who opened the door.

Chris! Michaela bolted out of bed, suddenly awake, and threw her arms around him.

Hey, Mic. He laughed. Good to see you too.

I was so mad at you when you didn’t get here when you promised. She released him and punched him in the shoulder. I thought you were going to miss it. She took a step back and examined him. His wavy auburn hair was the same color as hers, and it was perfectly styled, as usual. Chris never went anywhere without looking his best, although he’d changed his usual suit for a pair of running shorts.

The hair wasn’t where the similarities between the two of them stopped. Looking into Chris’s large brown eyes was like looking into her own. People might think they were twins if it wasn’t for the age difference. Chris had five years on Michaela, but that didn’t mean they weren’t close. Growing up, they’d needed each other in order to survive in a world where social status, reputation, and money meant more than your own kids.

Never. He grinned. I wouldn’t leave you to face the wolves alone.

Michaela’s birthday was always a big deal around their house, but Chris was the only one who ever made it about her. Their mom and dad used it as an excuse to throw their annual end-of-summer party for clients and social climbers alike. Michaela wouldn’t even know many of the people there.

Well, I’m glad you’re here. She mirrored his grin.

We do have traditions we need to uphold.

The beach? Michaela asked.

Throw your running shorts on, he said, we only have a few minutes to get there.

For as long as she could remember, the two of them had celebrated her birthday on the beach at midnight. He always wanted to be the first to wish her a happy birthday. It helped her forget about everything else—at least for a little while.

Not wanting to wake anyone up, they crept through the house.

Race you, Michaela yelled as soon as they were outside. She had a head start, but Chris was faster, so they reached the beach access at the same time.

They slowed as the firm ground gave way to shifting sand and the air grew heavy with the smell of the ocean and the salt spray that accompanied the stiff breeze.

They had the beach to themselves since it was the middle of the night, and that’s how they liked it. The full moon lit their path, so they wouldn’t lose their footing, and the only sounds to break the silence were the waves crashing upon the shore and brother and sister gasping for breath.

Later, Mic. Chris sped up, but Michaela matched him stride for stride. She could tell that his job as a corporate lawyer wasn’t giving him much time to run. She’d had plenty of time for it in college and even more in the months since graduation.

She was just hitting her groove as her brother started struggling beside her.

Fine, he gasped. I give. He stopped abruptly and sat on the sand with his head between his knees, breathing heavily.

Must be the old age. She patted him on the back before sitting beside him.

Yeah. Yeah. He swatted her hand away and laughed. Thought I’d go easy on you for your birthday.

You’ve never once gone easy on me.

First time for everything.

Want a rematch then? She smiled innocently.

No.

As Chris sat there panting, Michaela got up, walked to the edge of the water, and splashed her face and arms. The night was hot and sticky, a typical summer night in Connecticut.

I really am glad you’re here. She turned back.

It’s good to be home, he responded.

Is it? She couldn’t keep the surprise from her voice. As far as she knew, Chris liked being home even less than she did.

Well, it’s good to see you.

She knew what he meant. Their house was anything but warm. Their parents loved to brag to their country club friends about their son, the lawyer. They just didn’t spend enough time with him to know anything else about him.

Michaela hadn’t seen Chris since Easter. She knew he felt terrible about missing her college graduation, but he couldn’t get time off, and she’d told him it didn’t matter since she’d be in the city with him soon. That couldn’t come quickly enough.

So, what’s new? Michaela asked, wanting to steer the conversation away from their home life.

I got a new place, he answered.

That’s great. I mean, I never saw the old place, so I wouldn’t know the difference, but that’s cool. Why’d you move?

The old apartment was a studio, this one is a two-bedroom.

You going to have a roommate?

I was hoping for a certain Columbia student who’s supposed to move into the city in a few days. He looked sideways at her, and she screamed.

Are you serious?

Yep.

That’d be perfect! I was so not looking forward to living in Dad’s brownstone. This is the best birthday present! Our parents' place in the city was beyond nice, and they were rarely there, but it still belonged to them. It came with strings.

Actually, your present is that you’re coming into the city with me tomorrow. I figured you’d be dying to get out of here. You said you’re pretty much packed, so we can load your stuff up today.

She lunged at him and tackled him to the sand in a hug. I needed this so bad.

I thought so. He chuckled.

This was perfect. Her mom had been driving her nuts. Between going to the club and all the charity dinners, she was sick of these people.

How’s Ethan? Chris asked in a more serious tone. He didn’t like Ethan. Her parents, however, were ready to change her name to Mrs. Michaela Walker already.

Ethan and Michaela had been dating since freshman year of high school. Their mothers were best friends, and she was pretty sure they already had their wedding planned. Their families had been vacationing together since they were kids. Some people thought they were meant to be. Michaela assumed they’d end up married one day. It seemed inevitable, but she knew she wasn’t ready for that yet. Not even close. Ethan was in med school and she was going to law school, so they were going to have to do long distance for a little while. He was at Harvard and she hadn’t gotten into Harvard Law. Both families' disappointment in her still stung.

Oh, you know, she said finally, he thrives on all this stuff around here.

I’ll bet he does.

Chris, he’s not as bad as you think he is.

I’ve known him just as long as you have, Mic. Guy is a grade-A jerk.

Just stop ... please. She hated being torn between the two of them. Chris was her brother, but she loved Ethan. Or, at least, she wanted to.

I just don’t want you to get hurt.

I know. She sighed. He’d never hurt me.

They stayed on the beach for hours, waiting for the sun to rise. After watching the colors stretch across the sky for a while, Michaela reluctantly stood and reached a hand down to her brother. We should go.

Yeah, I’m starving. He took her hand and got to his feet. We need to make it back to the house in time to get a bit of sleep before Mom goes full party mode and gets angry we aren’t there.

Come on, I’ll race you. She took off sprinting again.

Michaela, Christopher, where have you been? their mom, the one and only Catherine Matthews, demanded when they finally made an appearance hours later.

Good to see you too, Mom. Chris pressed a kiss to her cheek and walked by without answering her question. She didn’t miss a beat as she turned to Michaela.

Are you two prepared for tonight? their father asked as he entered the room.

David, their mom said. Good, you’re home. I was worried you wouldn’t make it in time.

He set his briefcase on the chair and crossed the space to stand in front of them. He’d been in the city on business for a few days. I have a lot of important clients coming today. You need to be on your best behavior. He directed this to his son. Chris used to be in the habit of drinking too much at these things and getting into trouble. He’d changed since finishing law school, though. But Michaela knew her father wouldn’t have noticed that. He was the kind of dad that only noticed his kids when they did something wrong.

We have a party in only a few hours, their mother interrupted, turning back toward Michaela. Go take a shower. You have a hair appointment in one hour, and you look like a beach rat.

Happy birthday to me. Michaela passed Chris on the stairs. He gave her a sympathetic smile, knowing what this day would entail.

Chris was going to pack Michaela’s stuff into his car while she got ready for the party. She was pretty sure that the thought of leaving tomorrow would be the only thing to get her through the night.

She put on the dress her mom had laid on the bed and stepped in front of the mirror. She had to admit that her mom was right. The dress looked good. It fit her small frame perfectly and was just short enough to show off her long legs. Her back was mostly bare, and shiny auburn ringlets flowed down it gracefully. The professionals had been set on her. It was all just so ... perfect. It was what was expected of her—of a Matthews. She was supposed to set the example of what a lady should look and act like. That’s what her mom always told her. Sometimes she wished she could just be a girl rather than a lady. She sighed, stepped away, and slipped on a pair of heels. There was still an hour to go, but she needed a drink, so she headed outside.

The back lawn had been transformed. Tables lined the grass, with their white table cloths and beautiful floral centerpieces. A dance floor was set up on the far end, near the bar. That’s where Michaela went, but she wasn’t the first one there. Chris sat talking to the man behind the bar. He flashed his best grin, and the bartender returned it, laughing at something he said.

Hey, Michaela said, joining them.

Wow, you look great! Chris whistled.

Thanks.

Need a drink?

Yes. She sat heavily on a stool.

Carlos. Chris turned back to the bartender. This is my sister. She’s turning twenty-three today and will need a lot of drinks.

What can I get you? Carlos asked.

Just a beer. She glanced around. Before my mom comes out and makes me drink something more ladylike. Her air quotes made Chris roll his eyes.

I haven’t brought the beer out here yet since the party doesn’t start for another hour. I was just about to go grab one for Chris. Wait here. She nodded, and he hurried off.

When the bartender was gone, Michaela reached out and slapped her brother on the side of his head.

Hey! he protested. What was that for?

You were flirting with him!

Oh. Chris shrugged. He was a serial flirt.

You’re the one who doesn’t want Mom and Dad to know, she reminded him. I still don’t agree with that, by the way.

You know how they’d react.

You’re twenty-eight years old.

They wouldn’t be okay with it, and I don’t want them in my business. They both shut up as Carlos came back. Michaela had been trying to convince Chris to come out to their parents for years. Everyone outside their hometown knew he was gay, but Michaela also realized when she’d overstepped her bounds.

She thanked Carlos for the beer and went for a walk. The only place to escape all the madness around there was the beach, so that’s where she was going when she heard her name.

Michaela!

Ethan. She smiled at the sight of him.

Hey, babe. He grabbed her waist and pulled her to him, planting a kiss on her lips.

Hi, she said when he pulled back.

Where are you going?

Nowhere.

He eyed the beer before taking it out of her hands, draining it, and throwing the bottle in the bushes.

She shook her head and turned to walk away, but he pulled her back and kissed her harder this time. That apparently hadn’t been his first beer. He tasted like he’d had quite a few. Putting both hands on his chest, she pushed him away as her mother’s shrill voice streamed toward them.

Michaela, the guests are arriving. Come. Now.

Michaela walked through the party in a daze, saying hello and waving at random guests she may or may not have ever met before.

Happy Birthday, a high-pitched voice behind her said. She turned to see Meghan Henley, hands on hips and eyes narrowed like a cat.

Hey, Meghan. Michaela tried to smile. They were friends in high school, but now they only saw each other when one of their families threw events.

It’s so good to see you. She rushed forward and gave Michaela a hug. Okay, so she got fake Meghan, not mean Meghan. She’d take it.

How are you? Michaela asked once Meghan released her. This set Meghan off on a monologue about her summer in the Hamptons. That was the nice thing about Meghan. You never had to say much because she did all the talking.

How’s Ethan? Meghan asked. I was looking for him earlier. There was something in her voice that Michaela didn’t trust.

He’s fine. Michaela scrutinized the girl standing in front of her. Even though they were friends, Michaela had never liked Meghan. In high school, Meghan was the it girl and most people only knew Michaela’s name because of who her parents were or because she was Ethan Walker’s girlfriend.

I’ll bet he is... Meghan said. Fine, that is. She walked off without a second glance.

Michaela learned a long time ago just to ignore what most of these people said. She thought she’d get away from this life when she moved out and went to college, but there were people like that everywhere. She went to Brown because that’s where her mother went. It was expected. She joined her mom’s sorority. She even applied to her dad’s law school, Columbia. She didn’t have a say in any of it. Her brother went down the same path, but then he did get out. He created a home in New York. She was looking forward to doing the same. Once she finished Law School, she was hoping she