I'm so excited to announce the publication of Jett and Keanna's last novel! Forever and a Day will feature their wedding, and I'm writing it to be a standalone novel so you can read it if you haven't read the entire series. It will release on January 22, and the pre-order will go up soon. Until then, check out this excerpt from the book!
My teeth bite down on my lip as I hold the nail up against the drywall. No matter how many times I’ve done this, I’m always afraid I’ll smash my thumb with the hammer. Coordination isn’t exactly a talent of mine, which is why I don’t ride dirt bikes like the rest of my family. After a few timid taps, the nail is secure and I remove my fingers and then drive the nail further into the wall. I reach for the framed document and line it up, making sure it’s perfectly straight. This wall decoration is more important than a piece of art. It’s an accomplishment.
Stepping back, I can’t help but crack a smile as I admire it. This feels exactly as cool as Bree said it would. My name is on an official diploma.
Sure, it’s just an associate’s degree, but it’s better than nothing. I’ll get my bachelors in a couple of years and I’ll hang that on the wall, too. After all, that’s what an office is for, right?
I’m so psyched that I recently got my own office at The Track. While the facility has a very uninspired name—I mean seriously, who names a dirt bike track The Track—it’s my favorite place in the world. It’s where I plan to work until my parents retire and then the place will be handed down to my boyfriend and me.
The Track is the motocross facility that was founded by my dad and my boyfriend’s dad, who are both former professional motocross racers. I guess Jett is my fiancé, but it still feels weird calling him that, and I find myself calling him boyfriend instead of fiancé. He proposed a while back with the most gorgeous ring ever, but then we never talked about it much. Life has been too busy. I’ve been in college classes and he’s been traveling the country racing dirt bikes for Team Loco. I’m actually at The Track far more than Jett is, and he grew up here.
We’re a top-notch facility that has four different motocross tracks, a gym that’s open to the public, a daycare for when parents are riding or racing, and a little shop up front that sells motocross gear. The world of motocross was totally new to me when I moved here to Lawson, Texas, but now it’s my life. Sometimes it feels like a little too much of my life, but I’m grateful for it nonetheless.
My office used to be a storage closet, but after my dad and Jace agreed to promote me to assistant manager of the entire facility, they also decided that I needed a real office. The construction only took a few days, and now I have my own place with my own diploma, and an actual salary that goes with it. No more working hourly for me.
I’ve only been in here for a few months, and my office still isn’t perfectly set up the way I’d like it to be. That’s the thing about Pinterest inspiration photos. They look so beautiful and cozy but when you try to implement the same exact design, it looks off. Like a little girl wearing her mom’s high heels. It doesn’t fit right because you have no idea what you’re doing.
But at least it’s mine. These last few years of living here with my adoptive parents have been the most amazing years of my life. I finally feel secure. Safe. Having grown up with Dawn, my biological mother who was so incompetent at raising me that we often lived in our car or some random man’s house, it feels good to finally be settled. My new parents, Becca and Park, have done everything possible to make sure I feel like a part of the family. And I do. Most days I don’t even think about Dawn anymore. It’s been a couple of years since I last heard from her, when she called me up on New Years to ask for some money after abandoning me with Becca and Park. Yep. She abandoned me. She met Becca, who invited us over to lunch, and then my mom just left, leaving me to fend for myself. It wasn’t long after that I was adopted by the very couple who took me in after Dawn abandoned me.
That was my old life.
Good freaking riddance.
This is my new life.
With classes over, the summer break is starting and I’ll get a little time off from college. I try to travel with Jett to some of his races, but I’m also needed here at my job. It’s a complicated balance, but I do what I can.
Jett is a sponsored motocross racer for Team Loco, which means they travel around and race the supercross and motocross circuits every year. Each season is around 25 races long, and at the end of it, whoever has the most points wins the overall series. Jett and the other members of Team Loco have collectively earned way more points than the other racers, as per usual. Jett is amazing. He’s kind and warm and thoughtful, and he’s a badass racer too.
I love him so much and can’t wait to marry him. But for now, we’re just taking things slow, I guess. He has racing, and I have work and school. There’s plenty of time to settle down and live the married life later on. I’m only twenty-one, after all. I don’t have to get married right away. But sometimes it is weird knowing that we’re engaged and we’re not even planning a wedding.
Jett didn’t have to give me a ring to make me want to stay in a relationship with him. He pulled me out of a dark time in my life and made me see that life could be happy, fun, and beautiful. I would stay with him no matter what—rich or poor, ring or not. He is one hundred percent my soul mate.
My office phone rings, pulling me out of my thoughts about Jett. I lean over and answer it, seeing on the caller ID that it’s only the front desk calling me and not a customer.
“What’s up?” I say.
“Have you been online lately?” Morgan says in this weirdly high-pitched voice that sets my senses on high alert. She’s the girl my mom hired to replace me when I moved from working the front desk to being a manager. We’re only about a thirty second walk away from each other, but she can’t leave her spot at the front desk to come talk to me in case a customer walks in, so she calls me.
“No,” I say, sitting in my desk chair. “Is it something about The Track?”
She pauses for a split second and that’s all it takes to make my stomach tighten. We live in a glass bubble. Sure, it’s just a glass bubble that only the world of motocross pays attention to, and it’s not like we’re worldwide celebrities or anything, but it’s enough to make you stressed out. My boyfriend is famous in his line of work, and his dad, Jace Adams, was also famous back when he was younger. They’ve graced the cover of motocross magazines, DVDs, posters, and t-shirts. The sport of motocross worships Team Loco.
By association, The Track is also pretty popular since it was founded by two former professional motocross racers. My dad was also famous back in his day, and he’s Jace’s best friend. While most of the attention we get is from the fans, there’s always jealous, hateful people and internet trolls who try to take us down. Especially me, a motocross girlfriend.
So when Morgan pauses just for a second, a familiar dread builds up in my chest. I know it’s about me. It has to be. “It’s not about the track,” she says.
I let out a long breath and slink further down my chair. The screensaver on my computer is showing a slideshow of photos, most of them featuring Jett and me. A few show my little brother, or pictures of our past vacations. All I have to do is pull up the internet and search my name and find out what’s going on. But ugh, I don’t want to.
“How bad is it?” I ask.
“Not too bad,” she says, but I don’t believe her. “Just some stupid article.”
“Thanks,” I say, hanging up the phone. Motocross Girls is supposed to be all about empowering women in the sport of motocross and lifting each other up. At least that’s what their website claims to be about. In reality, they love to post articles tearing down the girlfriends of motocross racers. Because I guess they only care about women when they’re talking about themselves. Not anyone else.
I’ve had this talk with every girlfriend on Team Loco. As soon as one of Jett’s teammates starts dating someone, I’ve felt it is my duty to warn them about how toxic and heartbreaking it can be to be a motocross girlfriend. It shouldn’t be like this, but it is. The fans get jealous. They hate you because you’re dating their celebrity crush. They turn you into some monster in their heads and then try to find any way possible to insult you online.
I wish I could ignore this news, but I know I need to look it up. I have to know what people are saying about me, what the customers who walk into the building will be thinking when they see me.
I pull up the website and the first thing I see is the title of their newest blog post.
Keanna Park – Legitimate Fiancé or Hired Pawn?
I roll my eyes at the absurdity of that title. Then I read.
It’s no secret that talented hottie Jett Adams has been off the market for a while now. After earning a reputation as a player, the bad boy racer settled down with a mysterious new girl that no one had heard of before. Millions of hearts were broken, but we thought she’d go away sooner or later. The southern girl from a broken home doesn’t have much to offer Jett, after all.
But then they got engaged, and those broken hearts shattered to pieces. Was this it? Was Jett Adams actually going to tie the knot with some backwoods girl who doesn’t deserve him?
Ladies, I think the answer is no.
I don’t know the reason – maybe focusing on his career? – but Jett clearly just wanted to take himself off the market, or at least make it look like it. So he found a girl to be his “girlfriend.” Now she’s his “fiancé,” and it’s been over a year since the massive Tiffany diamond ring appeared on Keanna’s finger, but guess what? No wedding has been planned. Sources close to the couple (if you can call them that) have confirmed that no Save the Dates have been sent out, no wedding planning has taken place, and there’s absolutely no talk of them actually tying the knot.
We’ve all been bamboozled.
That’s good news, girls. Jett only wants us to think he’s off the market. Clearly he’s not.
I wonder how much Keanna got paid to go along with this ruse? It’s a story like something straight out of a pathetic Hallmark movie. Only in the real world, Keanna, he’s not going to fall in love with you. You are just a business transaction.