Texted Lies, Whispered Truths
Terri Anne Browning Lonnie Doris
Copyright © Terri Anne Browning/Lonnie Doris 2021
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Texted Lies, Whispered Secrets
The Jason Collier Story
Written by Terri Anne Browning & Lonnie Doris
All Rights Reserved ©Terri Anne Browning/Lonnie Doris
Publisher LoMoPro, LLC
Cover Design Sara Eirew Photography
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Texted Lies, Whispered Secrets is a work of nonfiction. Although the author and publisher have made every effort to ensure that the information in this book is correct at time of publication, the author and publisher do not assume and hereby disclaim any liability to any party for any loss, damage, or disruption caused by errors or omissions, whether such errors or omissions result from negligence, accident, or any other cause.
Contents
Disclaimer
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
The Authors Sit Down with Jason for a Quick Q&A
Lonnie Debunks the Lies
Final Opinion from the Authors
Disclaimer
This is not a work of fiction.
It is Jason Collier’s narrative in his own words, written by Terri Anne Browning and Lonnie Doris. All information detailed in this book came directly from Jason Collier himself. Most of it was already presented on social media by others involved, while Jason remained quiet.
Now, you will hear his side of the story.
From the very beginning.
This story is true.
Some names have been changed to protect the privacy of others involved.
Preface
“The next time your man says he doesn’t have time for you, remind him Jason Collier has time for a wife, four kids, two fiancées, being police chief, a ministry, a Pinterest page, two coffeepots, and seventeen girlfriends.”
The moment I read that post on Facebook, I spat the drink of water I had just taken out of my mouth, my bed now soaked and my husband looking at me like I’d lost my mind at my seemingly unprovoked reaction. I wasn’t normally so overdramatic…
Okay, that’s a lie. I am an author after all. There must be a law somewhere that says all authors must be overly dramatic in at least one aspect of their lives. My husband is an understanding man, and he puts up with my eccentricities. But I was taking a break after writing my newest book, Her Shelter, so he wasn’t prepared for my sudden sputter that sprayed him and our freshly changed sheets with bottled water.
It was January 27, 2021, and I was decompressing in bed after a full day of homeschooling three kids, dealing with a disabled dog, and basically trying to survive the continued self-enforced quarantine—because, hey, it’s a fucking pandemic and I have a heart condition. My typical end of the day routine included scrolling through social media, more often than not, hoping to find a new book that may have recently released and which might hold my attention for more than 3.2 seconds.
That was when the post caught my attention. I’d seen a few people talking about some police chief and his many mistresses earlier in the day, but I’d kept scrolling because I honestly didn’t know if they were talking about real-life people or some movie/sitcom that I was too busy and didn’t have the attention span to focus on. Alas, it was very much reality, as I was soon to find out.
One of Lonnie’s and my mutual friends shared a post, and it was the next thing I saw in my feed. Beyond curious—and noting the 500-plus comments on the picture that had been shared—I quickly fell down the Jason Collier rabbit hole, one that would keep me fascinated for the next two hours before I even lifted my head from my phone. During that time, I was sure my entire house could have caught fire, my children could have invented a cure for COVID while my Frenchies suddenly took up juggling, and I wouldn’t have noticed or heard any of it.
As soon as I came up for air, I shared the same picture-post that was not just a rabbit hole but, in fact, a blazing dumpster fire. It had been roughly twenty-four hours since the post had first gone live, and already, it was reaching people worldwide. If I was going to be sucked into the whole Jason/Candie/Stephanie/Mr. Coffee drama, then those on my friends list were coming with me. (Not their real names. I have a little respect for people…sometimes. So, they’ve been renamed in an attempt to protect their privacy.) But hey, if you’re reading this, you already know who they really are.
BECAUSE THEY TOLD YOU WHO THEY ARE!
To begin with, I was engrossed by the story. Woman catches boyfriend cheating through a mutual friend with his other girlfriend—fiancée? mistress?—and he has a wife? Or so she was telling everyone. Now others were coming forward, and it was looking more and more like a Lifetime Sunday Movie Special. I was already mapping out an entire series focused on the events, in which the group of women come together, become lifelong besties, learn to love themselves for who they really are, and then find true love. With separate men, mind you. They weren’t going to do some weird sister-wives thing. I mean…I had to have more than one book in this series Lonnie and I were already plotting…
But then, in the background, we both noticed the stories weren’t matching up. The red flags had my stomach turning, because it was all clicking in my head. Someone was sucking up all the attention, keeping herself in the spotlight, and seemingly not giving a damn that the more she egged on the drama, the more
