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We gave her that middle name because Sol is the Spanish word for Sun, which is what our tiny, grey-eyed beauty is.



THE END.





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Author Note & Invite: There is a Pinterest Board dedicated to this series where you can see photos from it. The plantation in Louisiana. Jaxson’s barnyard home. Fun things mentioned in the books. Two wonderful readers — Carmen A. & Sandra D. — are helping me pin, and we’re having a lot of fun.

Also, I wrote two extra scenes for Jett and Luna, after I finished this book. They take place years after the story, because I often read a novel and wish I knew what happened to the characters later on in their lives. This answers that call. There will be extra scenes for the entire Cocker Brothers Series. Join my exclusive mailing list for this bonus content. You’ll receive notices of my New Release $.99 Sales (my loyalty program) and also be able to download three free short stories. One steamy. One sweet. One dirty hot she-wolf.

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WANTED: Roommate. Two-bdrm, one-bath in Old Fourth Ward near the Beltline. Yeah, this is the coolest neighborhood in Atlanta but no douche-bags allowed. And no hipsters pretending they’re loners who are really clingy, needy, insecure fuckers, allowed. No starving-artists who think money’s evil allowed. It’s not evil. Stop pretending you don’t want it.

Must pay your fucking bills on time.

Must fill the shoes of my younger brother.

Good luck with that. He just enlisted in the Marines and is gonna be a hero. Not many like him and I doubt you’re one of the few.

If this didn’t scare you off, write me, but I’m not promising anything.

I don’t need a roommate. I just want one.



Wow. Okay. So that happened. And I must have reread it a thousands times wondering why I was drawn to this listing above all the others. But did I really have to ask? How could I pass that blunt honesty up? It’s like a fresh lemonade shower on a July afternoon after what I’ve been through.

Also, I’m running out of options.

Finding a roommate has proven harder than I expected. I can’t take another sleepless night at Bernie’s.

Most of the Craigslist posts are fake, which is disgusting. Apparently they’re designed to lure naïve, small-town people like myself in with gorgeous photography and crazy-cheap rent. I almost gave my bank account and social security to a couple scammers before I even saw the places, because that’s what they asked for. At first I was confused but thought, Well, if this is how they do it here in Atlanta, then…

Before I hit the send button, thank God my instincts told me not to reveal my private financials to a complete, sight-unseen stranger. Can you believe I never heard from them again, when I told them I wanted to see the apartment first? Jerks. If there is a scammer-hell, I hope they rot in it.

At least this guy seems real.

It doesn’t bother me that he sounds like an asshole.

Not at all.

At least he doesn’t try to hide his asshole-ness like Edward did. He was so charming that it took many years for me to realize my husband couldn’t be trusted.

Correction: soon to be EX-husband.

It’s not just that I’m not proud of how I’ve lived a sheltered life… I dislike that I have. But it is what it is. I can’t change the past, but I sure as hellfire can change my future! Sweet baby Jesus, smile on me now!

Hmmm. Nice building. Intricate crown-molding on the ceilings. Maybe used to be a hotel? From the brick exterior and decades of layered paint, I’d say this was built in the 1920’s. Just imagine the gorgeous dresses that must have strolled through here! Look at this winding staircase! Oh, I love it!

Oh, I hope he likes me.

I wish these heels weren’t so loud. The dark, hardwood floors are beautiful but they sure do alert someone you’re coming.

Truth be told I was surprised when he responded. I’d said little in my email.



Hi. I’d love to see the place. I can never replace your younger brother, but I’m very grateful to him for serving our good country. I’m responsible, and not needy. I don’t know what a douche is, so I hope I’m not that. Just looking for a place I can afford because I have to get out of where I am. Please, if you’ve read this far, give me a shot. Thanks, Drew.