Two Hearts Are Better Than One

By Rebecca Snyder

Meet Kelsey. Shes your average, every day girl trying to decide where her life is taking her. Her best friend, you ask? Shes crazy. Her name is Morgan. She loves all the mad, wild stuff. Such as skydiving, surfboarding, roller coaster riding, etc. You get the idea right?
Well, Kelsey is not like Morgan. No matter how hard she tries, she really just cannot help her stomach not doing the flips when she goes with Morgan on these absurd outings. She just isnt as crazy as Morgan, and trust me, thats a good thing.
Now Kelsey is about to dive off a cliff on a hang glider (which she so does not want to do by the way) when she gets a call. Its her cousin. Wanting her to do him a favor. For the whole summer.
Kelsey may be crazier than she seems. Especially when she agrees.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781479752263

Rebecca Snyder

My name is Rebecca, but my friends and family call me Becca. I live in North Canton, Ohio with my mom and dad, brother and sister, and two dogs. We also live right next to my grandma and grandpa, which is very convenient! I really love to read and write and hope to own my very own in-home library when I’m older. This is the first book I have officially finished, as I have others that I like to call ‘works-in-progress…’ I really hope you enjoy it and I would be glad to get any feedback you have. I always love hearing from the readers! Oh, and just so you know, this book really is for everyone. My brother and I both love it and we are very different. I like to think it is my reading style that allows everyone to enjoy it, but I shouldn’t say that. Because, honestly, I’m not positive if it is. So why don’t you read it, and tell me? Like I said, I’d love to hear from you.

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Copyright © 2012 by Rebecca Snyder.

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Epilogue

Dearest Readers,

I know what it’s like to sit down with a book and read for hours on end. To neglect your studies and social life, because of the rush you get when reading a novel.

A while ago, I started having ideas for stories. Different stories, crazy stories… stories with no endings. I got a rush when I wrote. I was the character in the stories I created. I let my imagination run free and I was whoever I wanted to be.

Of course, I also knew the feeling of when you finish reading a book. That satisfying sigh escaping you, lowering the book to your chest because it ended perfectly. No loose strings, no unhappy endings, just perfection.

I like those stories. Sure, maybe I’m a sucker for happy endings and beautiful fairy tales. Some authors may want to stray from that idea. They may want to persuade you into thinking fairy tales aren’t real, and Cinderella never existed. And they’d be right… well, at least about Cinderella.

Sure, fairy tales may seem far-fetched, but that’s just because our brains can’t grip the idea that happy endings come true… but our hearts know the truth.

So getting back to my writing this book… I felt so accomplished when I finished it, and I couldn’t wait to share it with the world, with fellow readers, with fellow romance-lovers.

People may not like the way I write, and others may love it. I can only say that I am proud of my work, and glad I can share it.

There are some special people whom inspired this novel, and I have spent night and day thinking if I wanted to tell you, the readers, who they are.

I have decided not to. Sure, some of you may be able to guess it. But for the others, do not feel excluded. I wrote this book to be read by you. No matter who this book was inspired by, it is my writing… and I want you to enjoy it.

So when you’re reading it, please don’t think about anything but the characters and the plot line… and the story. Only the story.

Well, happy reading!

[Rebecca

Oh, and furthermore, if you don’t mind my adding… if you actually read this author’s note, thank you. I also know what it’s like to skip over this… now get to reading!

Chapter One

There is one thing that I absolutely cannot stand. Seriously. My mind starts buzzing and I begin to see black and white. Then my knees lock up and I can’t move. And at that point I start to feel faint and my stomach starts doing that weird flippy thing. And, well you get the idea…

So why in the flippin’ fruitcakes was I here, looking down (way down) at the ground below me? I have no idea. No wait. I know why. It’s because my best friend (friend?!!) dragged me along. Like really, what was she thinking?! I’ve probably told her, at least a gazillion million times, that I absolutely. Positively. Completely. Do not like heights.

You’d think she would’ve listened right?

Wrong.

Apparently, if I say I don’t like heights, then that is total lingo for I want to go hang-gliding!

Well, guess what Morgan! I don’t.

Okay, don’t get me wrong… Morgan is a great friend. It’s just, sometimes? It seems like she might’ve gone off the deep end. Literally. Like, one time, when we were at a Jack Logan’s pool party and… nevermind.

Granted, this whole trip was partially my fault… I mean, it’s not like I told her I didn’t want to go (wait, yeah I did) . . . or practically begged her for us to stay at home (um, didn’t I do that?) . . . well anyways. After she told me she paid for the trip… I couldn’t say no.

Morgan has always been a saver, not a spender… and, well, I know she would never book a trip that isn’t important to her (or if she knew she couldn’t get me to come along).

But she could. And here we are. Well, here I am.

She had gone off the ledge first and I can hear her screaming and laughing.

Funny… as I look down over the huge cliff I’m standing on, laughter is not the thing that comes to mind.

My mind thoughts are more like: ‘how can I get out of here? No, I am doing this for Morgan. But she’s crazy. No she’s not. Yes she is. No she’s not. Yes she is. No… okay, yeah she is. But… whoa that is really high! I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I’m going to puke.’

Thankfully, my phone rings. Just as the dude is about to shove me off the giant cliff.

I turn around to face the guy.

Phone call, I say.

No calls, he says meanly.

It’s important, I tell him. Was it important? I checked who the caller was. Cousin Brian. It probably wasn’t important, but I was definitely taking it.

You lose your chance, the guy says, nodding towards the open sky. I cringe.

That’s okay, I don’t mind, I say lightly.

No refunds, he tells me.

Ouch. Well, I would just have to pay Morgan back later.

I shrug my shoulders and he unhooks my ‘wings’.

Then I walk a few feet, er, yards away (from the guy and the cliff) to sit on a rock (it is actually a really comfy rock). I take a deep breath and answer my phone.

Hello? I say.

Hey Kels! says Brian. It’s me.

Hey, Brian, what’s up? I say happily, glad to hear from him.

A lot, he says. That’s why I gave you a ring.

Oh? I ask… he sounded kind of serious for a moment there.

Yeah, I need to ask you a favor.

What kind of favor are we talkin’?

Nothing big, he starts, Well, okay, something big. But it honestly wouldn’t be too hard. Maybe. Probably…

Brian, what are you wanting me to do? I ask him, curious.

Well, I’ve got some boys I want you to watch… for a while.

How long is a while?

Two months, maybe more, he says quickly, I can practically hear him cringing through the phone.

I let it sink in. If it is the beginning of June now… that would take up my whole summer.

You know that would take up my whole summer right? I ask him, knowing pretty well that he had figured that one out.

Listen Kels, I really need you to do this for me. I mean, I would take care of them myself but I have places to be and people to talk to. You know… business stuff. And besides, since you took a year off after highschool to work you should have a vacation this summer.

First of all, I tell him, I was going to check out colleges this summer. You know, the place you go after highschool. And secondly, what sort of business stuff are we talking about? I mean, is it really so important that you have to ditch your responsibilities to these boys for the whole summer?

There was silence on the other line.

Your right. I guess I should explain, he says.

That’d be nice.

"These boys, well, they’re kinda, well, they’re a lot famous and I’m their agent. I need to keep them hidden from the press but I also need to keep the press happy with my presence. So what am I to do? Well, I thought I could take them to the ranch where no one would find them all summer. That way they could spend some quality time together… which they really need. And well, I thought maybe you could stay there with them because I know you love the ranch as much as I do and I know you would make sure the boys were kept safe. Plus you know every