Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace Book Tour |Excerpt |Giveaway (ends 6/5)
Speak Now or Forever Hold Your Peace Book Tour |Excerpt |Giveaway (ends 6/5)
If there’s one thing that Bridgette Reynolds has learned recently, it’s that the perfect shoes, the perfect hair, and the perfect dress do not make for the perfect proposal. In fact, sometimes they make for the not-so-perfect breakup.
Now, Bridgette must do everything in her power to win Adam back. She knows they are meant to be. And nothing will stand in her way—not her friends, not her grandmother, not even the fact that Adam is now engaged to Serene after a whirlwind romance.
Focused on her plan to win Adam back, Bridgette isn’t expecting Ian—her college best friend, her love, her big regret—to come back into her life. They sink back into their comfortable friendship as if no time has passed at all, making Bridgette start to question her feelings for Adam. But Ian has a few secrets of his own . . . secrets that could shatter their friendship once and for all.
Bridgette has to make some major decisions—should she speak now? Or forever hold her peace?
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About the author:
By day, Becky Monson is a mother to three young children, and a wife. By night, she escapes with reading books and writing. In her debut novel, Becky uses humor and true-life experiences to bring her characters to life. She loves all things chick-lit (movies, books, etc.), and wishes she had a British accent. She has recently given up Diet Coke for the fiftieth time and is hopeful this time will last… but it probably won’t.
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Excerpt 1
“Bridgette, this is an intervention,” Ashley says to me in a very serious tone as we sit in our favorite café.
“Huh?” I look up from reading the most recent text from Adam on my phone to see her and Justin staring at me. “What are you going on about?”
“Justin and I have been talking, and I—er, we—think your relationship with Adam’s family is unhealthy,” she says, sitting across from me, cradling a paper cup full of steaming coffee in her hands.
“Oh geez, you guys,” I say, giving them a look of complete annoyance. This is not the first time we’ve had this discussion. It’s never gotten to an intervention level, though.
“Bridge, it’s not normal,” Ashley says, tossing her long, red hair off her shoulder.
“I don’t know how I can keep explaining it to you. Just because Adam and I broke up, doesn’t mean I had to break up with his family.” I look from her to Justin. They’re giving each other conspiratorial looks, and Justin nods his head, nudging Ashley to continue.
“I, well, Justin and I,” she looks at Justin and then back to me, “We think that you spending so much time with Adam’s family is a bit . . . well . . . stalker-ish.” She says the last part quietly as if someone were listening to our conversation.
“I am not a stalker!” I say, slamming my phone down on the table, not caring who hears me. “And frankly, I find it offensive you guys would say that. I’m not stalking Adam.”
Justin and Ashley look at each other, skepticism in their eyes. I’m trying to ooze disgust and outrage at their stalker comment, but the truth is, they are not far off. They know me well, my two best friends.
I haven’t been stalking him, per se. Have I spent time with Adam’s family because I want to be present in their lives so I’m vicariously present in Adam’s? I suppose that’s part of the reason. I‘m not using them. I really do love his family, and they love me—in fact, I think his mom was more devastated than I was about the breakup. Okay, she couldn’t have possibly been more devastated than I was, but she was very upset about it. She told me she was going to disown Adam. That hasn’t happened yet, but I didn’t honestly expect it to.
“Okay fine. What about Adam? When’s the last time you talked to him?” Ashley asks, sitting up straight in her seat. Oh no, she’s got the “lecture” look on. Here we go.
“He texted me this morning, actually.” I click on the text and hold my phone up for them to see. They don’t bother looking.
It wasn’t like it was some poignant text. Just a simple, “How are you?” which I interpreted as, “How are you? I‘ve been thinking about you. I miss you. Let‘s get back together.” Although not said, those things were obviously implied.
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