Rich girl, poor boy.
It was the oldest story.
Yet it was ours.
I knew Penelope was different the moment I laid eyes on her.
But all she wanted was to be friends-with-benefits.
My best friend told me not to f*ck the new girl.
He didn't say anything about marrying her.
Or what might happen if we broke our vows.
I was the rebellious trust fund baby.
The one who threw the finger to her parents.
I designed a life I loved.
No rules, no expectations.
Dougie didn't want easy, he wanted commitment.
Babies, marriage, the postcard perfect house in the 'burbs.
The life. It was all ours.
Until it wasn't.
All we had now were lies and betrayal.
Lies that might just cost us everything.
A.L. Woods is an author of rollercoaster romances, caffeine aficionado, and collector of Sailor Moon paraphernalia.
She lives 40 minutes west of Toronto, Ontario with her partner, Michael, and their 8lb larger-than-life miniature dachshund, Maia-whom they lovingly refer to as their 'doghter.'
Woods can be found holed away in her office writing her next novel with a bowl of Nibs within arm's reach. When she's not writing, she's likely belting out an ad-libbed song, emotionally investing in a fictional bad boy with a strong jawline and fluency in sarcasm or inventing fresh ways to procrastinate.
She believes that burritos should be in their own food group, loves the fall, winged liner, and listening to metalcore at an offensive level.