New Year's Confession: Confessions, #2

By Marie Garrett

I wanted to start the new year with a new relationship. Not attending the most exclusive New Year's Eve party in Cherry Ridge alone...

Kelli

I broke the cardinal rule. Actually, several cardinal rules. I slept with my best friend's brother. I slept with a player. I slept with a self-absorbed, egotistical prick. Yeah, those descriptors all belong to the same guy: Nick Carter.

But worse than all that, I fell in love.

He broke my heart. But when he shows up at the party to prevent me from getting over him with someone new, I start to hope that he finally wants more than my body.

Can his New Year's confession convince me he can change?

Standing Author's Note: All of my stories come with a guaranteed HEA. Once the page closes, the characters will always be together. However, if you need a marriage proposal and/or pregnancy for a romance to feel complete, my books may not be for you. Most of my characters don't want kids and enjoy living in sin. So if that's your jam, read on.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marie Garrett
• Release date: Nov 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9781954400306

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New Year’s Confession

New Year’s Confession

A CONFESSIONS NOVELLA

MARIE GARRETT

New Year’s Confession Copyright © December 2022 by Marie Garrett

Publisher: Seclusion Publishing

Cover Design: Seclusion Publishing

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

I wanted to start the new year with a new relationship. Not attending the most exclusive New Year's Eve party in Cherry Ridge alone...

Kelli

I broke the cardinal rule. Actually, several cardinal rules. I slept with my best friend's brother. I slept with a player. I slept with a self-absorbed, egotistical prick. Yeah, those descriptors all belong to the same guy: Nick Carter.

But worse than all that, I fell in love.

He broke my heart. But when he shows up at the party to prevent me from getting over him with someone new, I start to hope that he finally wants more than my body.

Can his New Year's confession convince me he can change?

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About the Author

Also by Marie Garrett

Kelli

Irespect all methods of dealing with a broken heart. You want to sit in your room and eat a pint of ice cream crying your eyes out and watching Pride and Prejudice for the one millionth time? I will be in my PJs next to you.

You want to take your ex’s photograph down to the shooting range and draw a broken heart frame around his face with perfectly placed bullet holes? I can hit that target for you if you can’t.

You want to know if he’s already seeing that bleached-blonde with the double-D boobs from your rival sorority that he swore he never looked twice at? I can help you tail him without getting caught.

What I’m saying is, I have a vast repertoire of experience in helping my friends cope with broken hearts. I know how to be the wing girl for that.

But it took me until age twenty to get a broken heart myself. Because though I’ve dated plenty, my heart has always belonged to the one man it shouldn’t: Nick Carter. AKA my best friend’s older brother. AKA Cherry Ridge’s most notorious playboy of my generation.

I always figured I was safe from heartbreak because he was never going to notice me. And then one day, a little tipsy on finding myself unexpectedly alone with him, I decided to make him notice me. It worked, and I spent a month having the best sex of my life, before he opened his fucking mouth and ruined it all.

Which is how I’ve discovered that I deal with a broken heart by staying in a state of near-constant rage. Thank God my dad owns the aforementioned gun range, or I probably would have gone crazy without some way to take the edge off my frustration.

But I’ll be