He’d always been pretty vanilla sexually. There’d been a few girlfriends. A few more hookups. But he wasn’t a player. That was Ryan. And this was definitely out in Ryan’s country. And he was in Mexico, blast him. Why wasn’t he here when he needed him? He’d be laughing his fool head off.
Which reminded him. He was so going to hell if his family ever figured this out.
“So I evict Corey? Ryan’s old loft is looking for a roommate,” he thought out loud.
Emily’s smile could light up a room, he thought.
Sarah started laughing. “Oh God. Wait until people figure this out.”
“Unh-unh,” Cage said. “Rule one. No one talks to people. Because as soon as someone does? My family will know. And there goes Thanksgiving dinner.”
“I like your mother’s turkey,” Emily said wistfully. “I’d miss dinner with them.”
“Exactly. So then, we’re in agreement? Corey is leaving, and Emily wants to be closer to the office, and that’s our story?”
“That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it,” Sarah sang.
“Sarah, this is not funny. My parents cannot know about this. Emily! Tell her. It isn’t funny.”
Both women grinned at him, and he groaned. Then he kissed his new roommate.
“Since you’re into voyeurism,” he said to Sarah, and he took the time to kiss Emily thoroughly.
And then he kissed Sarah too.
Thoroughly.
To be continued in
Newsroom PDX Book 3
Hold MePostscript
Hi, I'm the author of this book, the second of a series of new adult romantic suspense novels set in a college newsroom in Portland, Oregon.
Once upon a time, I had the privilege of working with college mentors in the public schools of central Washington. Our goal was to use media-making skills to let the Latino and Native American students of that region tell their own stories. The schools we worked with were majority Latino or Native American, or mixed school populations; all the schools were rural and poor. My college mentor teams were multicultural, part of what we were trying to demonstrate — that you could be a student of color and go to college.
That their stories are important to tell.
And so we wrote books, put out newspapers, built websites, made videos. Thousands and thousands of kids. A thousand or more college students. I know they learned from it all; they’ve told me so.
But so did I. It was truly one of the most rewarding things I’ve ever done.
What they taught me fueled this book.
Because what is happening in this country isn’t right. And it gets worse every year. It’s shameful. We shall be judged by how we treat the children. All the children.
I hope you liked the book. If you did, please write a review wherever you bought this book. Or put in a good word for the book on your Facebook page or other social media sites. E-publishing works because people sing out when they find books they like. And stay in touch: you can subscribe to my Telling Stories newsletter — there's a free short story for a signing bonus — or by visiting me at www.ljbreedlove.com where you'll find my other books, a blog, and free stuff!
The Eyewitness News crew will be back with a third book, Hold Me, picking up where the Epilogue leaves off. Available May 1, wherever you get your e-books.
Thanks again for reading this book.
L.J. Breedlove
Did you love Don't Go? Then you should readChoose by L.J. Breedlove!
What Do You Do When All Your Choices Suck?
Nothing prepared J.J. Jacobs for college life in downtown Portland. And the student media newsroom? The newsroom was full of smart, funny people — black, brown, and white, male, female and fluid, pierced and tattooed — Toto, we're not in Kansa anymore, J.J. thought, because if the Portland had a Kansas it was the suburb he grew up in, and the Eyewitness News newsroom was the Land of Oz in technicolor. He wants them to like him. He wants to be them.
Someone is targeting an independent journalist, Carroll Gilligan. They said they were cops when they kidnapped Carroll last summer. They let Carroll go: tortured and concussed. But now they've come back. Again and again. At least Carroll thinks they have, as Carroll struggles with what is real and what is nightmare — a holdover from the summer kidnapping.
But Carroll's going to fight back, and Eyewitness News has her back.
So does J.J. He'll see Carroll safe no matter what — even if means he has to defy his own father. Because his father is a Portland police officer, and he's demanding J.J. give up Eyewitness News.
Give up covering the protests.
And forget about Carroll.
Or give up the family he loves.
Sometimes there are no good choices. And J.J. must choose.
Also by L.J. Breedlove
A Mac Davis Thriller
Trust No One
In God's Name
Accessory After the Fact
Christmas 101
A Newspaper in Texas
Pledge Allegiance
A Virtuous Woman
Sins of Omission
Salt Mine
Newsroom PDX
Choose (Coming Soon)
Don't Go (Coming Soon)
Talkeetna
Everybody Lies
Somebody's Secrets
Dead Tourist
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About the Author
L.J. Breedlove is a former journalist writing mysteries and thrillers about what she knows: complicated people, small towns, big cities, cops, reporters, politicians, assorted bad guys.
"I write about religion and politics. About race and gender. I believe in the journalism axiom: Comfort the afflicted, and afflict the comfortable. To which the labor organizer Mother Jones was supposed to have added: And in general raise hell. That works for me."
L.J. grew up on a cattle ranch and then went to college to be an oceanographer. She decided getting seasick was not a good trait for an oceanographer to have, and discovered journalism instead — a field that liked people who asked questions!
As a reporter and editor, she worked in Alaska, Oregon, Idaho, Texas, Washington, D. C. Then she got homesick for the Pacific Northwest and came home to work with college newspapers and teach journalism.
She is an over-educated, bleeding heart liberal with a penchant for heroes such as Jack Reacher. She isn't particularly bothered by the inconsistency.
You can follow her on Twitter @ljbreedlove for her political stuff, or on Facebook ljbreedlove for her writing life. Best place to find her -- besides
