Beautiful Misery

Book 2 The Beautiful Series

By Chandin Whitten

I am in misery

And there ain’t nobody who can comfort me

Oh yeah

Why won’t you answer me?

The silence is slowly killing me, oh yeah.

Girl you really got me bad

You really got me bad

And now I’m gonna get you back

Now I’m gonna get you back.

Maroon 5


I want to thank my amazing husband and all his support and sacrifices. He has been my biggest cheerleader (too bad I couldn’t get him to put on my old uniform and wave the pompoms around) and support system. Without him I never would have had the balls…well vagina, to write. I wouldn’t know what to do without you. You can piss me off better than anyone, but you’re the only one who can make me smile. Thanks for not getting jealous of my many one night stands with Gage and Larkin, as well as the many hotties in the future. But really, who couldn’t love a tatted & pierced, muscled up man? Next, my two beautiful and crazy little ladies. Momma loves the hell outta you, Bella & Macy. There were times when I was writing and I would be so pissed I would want to slam my laptop against the wall. Then, Bella would open her pretty little mouth and spew the fuck’s, shits, and damn’s I was thinking of saying, making me laugh. Ya, I’m a bad mom…get the fuck over it. I laugh when my kid cusses..big fuckin’ deal! Love my munchkin monsters!

Annie & Heather. God I fuckin’ love you bitches! Thank you for being available any time of day or night, like my own personal whore. Always there to answer my dumbass questions or to send me virtual coffee & cupcakes. You ladies have put in just as much effort and time into my writing as I have. I would be lost without all your help. God knows how needy I can be…and thankfully you two are there for me.

My friends & family who have supported my crazy dream to be a writer. Thank you! This has been an amazing journey and it’s only beginning.

My smutty sisters- Thank you for all the late night lovely pictures for inspiration. And, for all the laughs and hilarious stories to make my long coffee filled nights a little less draining. I love you all!

To my football floozies, thank you from the bottom of my heart (that’s saying a lot…my heart is kinda like stone) thank you. I have got to meet so many wonderful people through my writing. I wouldn’t be anybody without y’all.

Much love, peace, and sexy men,

Chandin Whitten xox


For my Father In-Law, Garth Whitten.

1.23.1958 – 7.24.2013

He inspired so much of this book.

He inspired me.

He brought out emotions in me I didn’t know existed.

He taught me to fight with everything I had.

He taught me when you get knocked down, you simply stand back up. You brush the dirt off with your middle finger in the air, and say you hit like a bitch.

He taught me to be Cowboy Strong.

Fuck Cancer!



We’ve got to hold on to what we got ‘Cause it doesn’t make a difference If we make it or not. We’ve got each other and that’s a lot For love- we’ll give it a shot. Whooah we’re half way there Livin’ on a prayer. Take my hand and we’ll make it- I swear Livin’ on a prayer. Bon Jovi



Groaning, I rolled over only to come face to face with some naked brunette. Using my hands I scrubbed my face and sighed. She must have heard me because her makeup smeared eyes popped opened.

“Morning, sexy.” The unknown girl purred.

Attempting to climb on top of me I placed my hands on her tiny shoulders and pushed her off. Shaking my head I said, “Don’t think so sweetheart. You can get dressed and go. I’m going to get a shower and when I get out I expect you to be gone.”

The girl huffed, “You really are an ass.”

Shrugging I replied, “But you still came back to my house. You got what you wanted and I got what I wanted, so you are free to go.”

With no shame the girl climbed from my bed, she was beautiful but she wasn’t my girl. She wasn’t Jenna, no one was. Closing my eyes, pictures of Jenna flashed through my mind. It had been eighteen months since she walked away from me. Eighteen months of hell. I always knew she would pick Larkin, and he was right for her, for their family. But it still hurt. I wanted to see her happy and she was, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. When we were around each other or on the phone I acted like nothing was wrong. I acted as if my life was amazing as NFL football star, Gage Tucker. I never let on as to how hurt I was, how broken I had become. Giving her to Larkin nearly tore me apart, but I held it together for her, to see that she was happy. She deserved it, after everything she had been through, no one in the world deserved happiness more than her.

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