Title: More Than Forever
Author: Jay McLean
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: July 12, 2014
MORE THAN
FOREVER, #4
-LUCY-
There is a love so fierce it cannot be measured.
A heart so strong it will never slow.
There is a promise so sure it can never lie.
He promised me that love forever.
Even when it wasn't enough.
-CAMERON-
Forever. Everlasting. Eternal.
There is no measure of time.
No sounds of the ticking of a clock.
Just the rising and falling of the sun.
And our own sense of forever.
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Excerpt One.
Getting out of my hold, she walks back to the bus. She
sticks her head inside and looks around before turning to me. "The day you
get your license…" She takes two steps
to cover the distance between us. "You pick me up and take me somewhere
secluded, and we make out in the back. For
hours."
My eyes go huge and I slowly nod. "That can be
arranged."
She smiles. "And I'm talking full on making out,
Cameron. I mean, I want you shirtless and horizontal." I try not to look
down at my shorts; positive I'm sporting a semi. She continues, "And I want to be shirtless and you better
be touching boob."
I choke on air.
She giggles, and then crosses her arms over her breasts.
"Deal?"
I think I agree, but I can't be sure, because now all I
can think about is boob. I place my hands on her waist and gently push her
until she's against the bus.
And then I kiss her.
Her hands go to my hair, tugging a little, and bringing
me closer to her.
And
we kiss.
When she finally loosens her hold, I pull back.
She kisses me once, and then sighs. "You really
bought this bus, huh?"
I nod.
"So that you can help me out with my
brothers?"
I nod again. "Of course, Luce, you're my girl. It's
my job to take care of you."
Her eyes glaze over with tears again.
I wanted to kick myself for making her cry. But before I
can say anything, she wraps her arm around my neck and brings me down for
another quick kiss. She pulls away and says, "I really like you, Cameron."
I grin. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," she says dreamily.
And then my heart begins to race.
My palms begin to sweat.
And all I can hear is the blood pumping in my ears.
"Good," I respond, and then inhale a huge
breath. "Because I'm kind of in love with you, Lucy."
Her eyes bug out. Her jaw drops to the floor. "What?"
she breathes out.
I lift my chin and fake a confidence that doesn't exist.
"You heard me."
Silence.
It's the longest three seconds of my life.
Then finally, "Cameron, I love you so much."
And then she kisses me.
Five weeks, three days and eight hours later, I
touch boob.
Excerpt Two
Mom says that there’s absolutely no pain worse than labor.
For sixteen hours, so she says, she went through absolute hell. She jokes that
sometimes she wonders if it was worth it. I call bullshit. I say that nothing,
absolutely nothing, can feel worse than being hit in the junk with a baseball
bat. Lincoln’s eyes are huge as he grimaces. “I’m so sorry, Cam.”
I’m folded over myself, too preoccupied with the ache below
my stomach. Sometimes, there’s a delay with the pain. But not this time. This
time it was instant. I try to speak, but nothing comes out. He looks like he
wants to cry and I want to assure him that it’s all good—but I can’t. Liam,
Lincoln’s twin brother, is laughing. The little punk. I’ll be sure to make him
do extra shit next practice. “Cam, are you okay?”
I try to straighten, but it just makes the pain worse.
“Yeah, bud. I just gotta let it settle.”
“I swear I didn’t see you behind me.” There’s panic clear in
his voice and for a second I want to tell myself to suck it up and quit being a
little bitch, but I can’t do that either. The pain’s too overwhelming. Liam’s
still laughing his ass off. My eyes narrow at him and Lincoln must notice,
because he turns to his brother and pushes him hard enough that he falls to the
ground. That makes Liam stop. He gets up and dusts the dirt of his uniform. “We
should go, Linc, we’re the last ones here.”
Lincoln looks around. So do I. Liam’s right, everyone’s
gone.
“I’m just gonna help Cam pack up,” Lincoln replies, picking
up the team equipment bag and chucking in the helmets and bats sitting by my
feet. He looks up at me again, and I can see how sorry he really is.
Standing to full height, I do my best to ignore the pain.
“It’s okay, Linc. Seriously, it’s passed now.” It hasn’t, but he doesn’t need
to know that. He finishes packing anyway and hands me the bag, it’s bigger than
he is.
I take it from his hands and look around again. “Your mom or
dad late to pick you up?”
“Nah,” Liam says, the laughter and amusement now gone.
“Lucy’s here.”
“Lucy?”
“Our sister,” Lincoln explains.
They both turn to the bleachers and so do I. A lone girl
sits at the bottom bench. Something flat, black and rectangular in her hand,
kinda like a tablet, I guess. Her foot’s rocking a stroller back and forth. It
strikes me as strange, because the girl looks familiar. She’s in my class, I
think. She’s a freshman and she has a baby? Stuff like that doesn’t happen in
our town and if it did, I’d know. Everyone would know.
“Lucy!” Liam shouts.
She doesn’t look up.
“Lucy!” Lincoln this time.
She still doesn’t look up, but her foot continues to rock
the stroller.
“Luce!” Liam yells again.
Nothing.
My eyes narrow before looking down at the boys. “Is your
sister…uh…hearing impaired?”
They both let out simultaneous snorts. “No,” Lincoln
answers, pulling his cap further down his head and looking up at me. His eyes
roll as he says, “She’s just reading.”
The More Series
More Than This, #1
*Mikayla*
In one night my fairytale ended. Or it may have begun. This is my story of friendship and love, heartbreak and desire, and the strength to show weakness.
*Jake*
One night I met a girl. A sad and broken girl, but one more beautiful than any other. She laughed through her sadness, while I loved through her heartbreak.
*This is our story of a maybe ever after.*
He was right. It made no difference whether it was 6 months or 6 years.
I couldn’t undo what had been done. I couldn’t change the future.
I couldn’t even predict it.
It was one night.
One night when everything changed.
It was so much more than just the betrayal.
It was the Tragedy.
The Deaths.
The Murders.
But it was also that feeling.
The feeling of falling.
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More Than Her, #2
For every action there is an equal or opposite reaction." For every choice you make there are rewards, or there are consequences. It was my choice to walk away the first time. And my choice to chase her the second. But sometimes you don't get a choice, and all you get are the consequences.” "Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” Unless that someone is Logan Matthews. Because loving him didn't give me the strength to walk away. It didn't give me the courage to fight for him. And when it was over, all it gave me was a broken heart.
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More Than Him, #3
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us." - Marianne Williamson
We live in a world of darkness and shadows,
where monsters hide and aim to ruin.
And they did.
They ruined us and turned our dreams into nightmares.
But now we're back.
And we're fighting.
Not just for us, or for each other, but for our light.
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AUTHOR BIO
Jay McLean is the author of the More Series, including More Than This, More Than Her, More Than Him and soon to be released, More Than Forever. She also has two standalones coming soon titled The Road, and Combative.
Jay is an avid reader, writer, and most of all, procrastinator. When she's not doing any of those things, she can be found running after her two little boys, or devouring some tacky reality TV show.
She writes what she loves to read, which are books that can make her laugh, make her smile, make her hurt, and make her feel.
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