Love is for the Rebellious: Sisterhood of the Sorority House Rejects, #2
By M.K. Dawn
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It's every author's dream and I'm about to live it.
A month alone in paradise with nothing to do but write.
Throughout college I sacrificed and saved to get to this point.
And now that it's here, I won't let anything get in my way.
Including the hot local surf instructor, Brody King.
Then disaster strikes.
And everything I've worked so hard for implodes.
Now, stuck at a crossroads, I have to choose.
Pride will only get me so far.
The same can be said for trust.
I might be a romance writer, but I don't believe in fairytales.
There's no prince on a white horse here to save me.
And the guy on the surfboard…
...no way he's my happily ever after.
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Book 2 in the Sisterhood of the Sorority House Rejects Series. Each book is a standalone and have a HEA. Characters from each book pop up from time to time with updates.
M.K. Dawn
M.K. Dawn was born and raised in San Antonio, Texas. She now lives south of town on a cattle ranch with her husband, two kids, seven dogs, and a rabbit. When she's not writing, she can be found driving her kids around to after-school activities, decorating cakes and watching as much Netflix as she can. But her all-time favorite hobby will always and forever be reading.
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Love is for the Rebellious - M.K. Dawn
Chapter 1
Taylor
The airport bustles all around me as I head for security screening. I can’t believe how many people are here at five a.m. on a Thursday morning—from families to businessmen and women dressed in suits that are sure to wrinkle after a long flight. Some are dragging like me, while others appear well adjusted to this ungodly hour.
Each of them has their own story to tell; none I will ever know. But that doesn’t stop me from daydreaming some up while waiting in line.
The writer in me loves a good romance and wants to believe that someone here is heading off on a dream vacation with their significant other, about to be surprised with an engagement. Or reuniting with a long-lost love. Perhaps on course to meet the love of their life in some crazy, romantic sort of way.
Like the guy and girl about ten people ahead of me who, just a few minutes ago, struck up a conversation. Both laughing and smiling as she flips her curly blond hair. Could this be the start of a whirlwind romance? Or just friendly chit-chat? I like to believe the former. It would make for a good story.
I pull a small notebook from my messenger bag and jot down a couple of notes. Not for the book I’m currently writing, but maybe for one further along in the series.
My eyes follow the possible couple while we weave through the line, and more of their story starts to develop.
How they end up on the same flight. Switch seats to sit together.
The plot plays on in my head, easing the anxiety that has plagued me for weeks.
I hate to fly. And haven’t done so in years. Just the thought of being thousands of feet off the ground in what is basically a metal tube makes me sick to my stomach.
But, with the support of my friends, I’m going to get on that plane and fulfill a dream I’ve had since I decided to become a writer seven years ago.
Sophomore year of high school. Mrs. Tuper’s creative writing class. An A+ on my final short story with a note that read: you’re a natural storyteller.
It was all the encouragement I needed, much to the dismay of my doctor parents.
Please remove your shoes and place them in the bin along with any other loose items,
the security office says, her gruff tone startling me out of my thoughts.
Slipping off my shoes, I shoot her an apologetic smile. Another hazard of being a writer: lost in thought.
My bags and I make it through without incident. Not that I’m surprised. I’ve always been meticulous about following the rules. Even still, the little voice in the back of my head whispers all the things that could go wrong. How annoying is that?
Pushing aside the endless internal chatter, I gather my things and head for gate three. There’s still an hour left until our flight leaves for Baja, and I doubt my friends have arrived yet.
Brie had planned to meet up with Shelby and Ellie at their apartment last night, and this morning, they would all drive in together, which will take about an hour and a half.
I had offered to get up extra early to provide a wake-up call, but Ellie, who grew up on a farm, promised she’d have everyone up and out the door on time.
In the rideshare to the airport this morning, I had thought about calling to make sure they were on their way but chickened out last minute. If they were running late, it would have only added to my already near-crippling anxiety.
Taylor! Over here!
The sound of Brie’s voice catches me off guard since I’m still a way off from our gate.
Not wanting to get in anyone’s way, I move off to the side while searching the area for my friend.
Hands grip the back of my arm, and I spin away from the invader of my personal space.
Brie presses her lips together, obviously trying to hold back her amusement. Jumpy much? You heard me call your name, didn’t you?
Yes,
I say through unsettled breathing. I just...didn’t know where you were.
I noticed. That’s why I came to get you.
Brie pulls me into a tight hug. It’s so good to see you!
You, too.
Three months ago, Shelby, Courtney, and I had helped Brie move back to her hometown after graduation. I haven’t seen her since. Where are Ellie and Shelby?
Brie hooks a thumb over her shoulder. In the bar having mimosas. Come on.
Drinking at this time of morning?
We head for the bar. "There’s early and then there’s too early."
Shelby and Ellie pop off their bar stools and squeeze me tightly. It’s only been a couple of weeks since I’ve seen the two of them, but after living in the same apartment complex since sophomore year of college, being apart for so long has been an adjustment.
Hey, sugar.
Ellie flips my freshly cut hair. You look gorgeous. Like that girl on TV. With the thick bangs and glasses.
Zoey Deschanel!
Shelby plays with my hair. I love it.
With a dismissive wave, I end the ridiculous comparison. That’s very kind of you both, but thick bangs and glasses in no way make me a celebrity lookalike.
You’re too hard on yourself.
Brie gestures for the bartender. Have a drink with us. You look tense.
My insides quiver as I take a seat on the barstool next to Brie. I’m not sure it’s wise to drink alcohol before flying. What if there’s an emergency?
Shelby snorts. Like there’s anything you’ll be able to do if the plane goes down.
Hush,
Ellie scolds. We’re fixin’ to board. Don’t go scarin’ her now.
A knot forms in my belly, and I take a long drink of my mimosa. Too late.
Stop.
Brie wraps me in her arms. Try not to think about it. The flight isn’t too long, and we’ll keep you distracted.
And we have lots of catching up to do.
Shelby throws a couple of twenties on the counter. Brie has to tell us all about the new man in her life.
Like we haven’t already heard the story several times. Hopefully, Brie has something new to tell. An update, perhaps.
A sly smile tugs the corner of Brie’s lips. Guess you’ll have to board the plane to find out.
Chapter 2
Taylor
Digging my nails into the arm rests of the seat, I brace for takeoff. What was I thinking? I can’t do this.
Brie grasps my hand. Yes, you can. Picture how amazing this month is going to be for you.
It’s always been my dream to go to Baja ever since my favorite childhood actor mentioned it once in a magazine interview. Funny how things like that stick with you.
Nothing to do but sit on a beach,
Brie continues, a fruity drink in hand, and write your novel.
You know I don’t drink when I write.
The force of acceleration pins me against the seat, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
That’s because you’ve always had to write during the spare minutes of your day. Between classes. Before and after work. For the next four weeks, you’ll have no schedule, nowhere to be.
Not true. I have a very detailed writing schedule. One that has me finishing this book by the end of my trip.
Brie pats my hand. Of course, you do, sweetie. It’s just...you’ve been saving up for this trip to Baja for such a long time. I want you to enjoy it, too.
Yes, I have. But this isn’t a vacation. I need to show my parents that I can finish a novel in a timely manner or…
Or what?
Brie presses. Is there something you’re not telling us?
The last thing I want to do is discuss the ultimatum my parents set a few months ago. No. I just have big plans for my future and don’t want to get distracted.
And you thought going to paradise was the answer?
Brie asks. I’m not sure I would get anything done that close to the beach. And those who go to the beach.
I’m not concerned.
The plane settles at the cruising altitude, and I ease my eyes open. Thank goodness.
Ellie stretches her long legs out into the aisle. She and Shelby had opted to take the two seats across from us so we could all be close together. You doin’ okay there, Taylor?
Shelby offers a bemused smile. Yeah, you’re looking kind of pale.
Better now.
As long as we don’t hit any turbulence. Flying home alone a month from now might be a different story, but I won’t think about that.
Leaning forward, Brie joins the conversation. "I was just asking Taylor if she’s worried the scenery might disrupt her productivity."
All three of my friends chuckle at Brie’s not so subtle joke while I struggle to keep from rolling my eyes.
"I have no intention of getting distracted by the scenery."
Shelby smirks, waggling her eyebrows. That’s what Brie said and look what happened to her.
Perfect time to deflect the conversation away from me. Anything new going on between you and Liam?
Love sparkles in Brie’s eyes. Things are going amazing. His apartment lease is up next month, and I think he’s going to move in with me.
The giddiness in her voice warms my heart. I’m so happy for you.
My mother isn’t thrilled,
Brie adds with a smile, which only makes it more enticing. She swears the town will think the worst. Oh, and how embarrassed she will be.
The worst?
Shelby asks. What the hell is that supposed to mean?
You know.
Brie mimics a baby bump with her hand. "The worst."
Ellie’s face twists. Lord have mercy. This isn’t the nineteen fifties. People don’t have to be married or pregnant to live together.
Try telling my mother that.
Brie shrugs half-heartedly. Whatever, she’s the last person I want to talk about. I just want to enjoy this long weekend. Lay on the beach with a drink in hand and enjoy the time away with my friends.
Unlike me, my friends leave Sunday morning, which is when I scheduled my actual writing time to begin. That’s not to say I won’t try to fit in a few words now and then while they’re still with me. As much as I love the beach, I’m not too keen on the ocean and all that lives hidden in its shadows.
I’m with you.
Shelby pops her head over the seat. Speaking of drinks, shouldn’t the flight attendant be around soon to take orders? My mimosa buzz is starting to wear off.
Like most people in their early twenties, Shelby enjoys her fair share of cocktails but to see her not only drinking this early but anxious to continue drinking is a bit of a concern. Everything okay, Shelb?
Fine.
The nervous tapping of her foot tells a different story.
Something is definitely wrong,
Brie whispers in my ear. A one-word response? That’s unlike her.
While most of the women in the Sisterhood of the Sorority House Rejects— an college anti-sorority house we and nearly thirty other girls belong—are introverts, there are a few like Shelby and Courtney who are not. Both love to socialize. And while Courtney knows how to use a filter, Shelby tends to say whatever is on her mind. So, her not talking is a huge red flag. Too bad Courtney couldn’t make it. She’s still off on her summer long family vacation.
Shelby got a job at one of those big event planning firms,
Ellie says. She starts Monday.
That’s great!
It’s what Shelby went to school for, and when she graduated a few weeks back, it was with honors. So why don’t you seem more excited?
I want to be excited.
Shelby picks at her cuticles. "It’s just...ugh, why does it have to be her? Of all people!"
Crease lines form between Ellie’s eyes. She’s been like this for a week. Spoutin’ random statements but never gettin’ to the point.
You don’t know why she’s upset either?
Brie asks. Like she hasn’t told you in a novel-length story? Shelby, the girl who never stops talking?
I can hear you,
Shelby barks. And, no, I haven’t told her, or anyone else for that matter. It’s just too damn depressing.
A few people in the neighboring seats shift uncomfortably.
It can’t be that bad,
Brie says in a low, soothing voice. I mean, this is your dream job. One that you’ve wanted for as long as we’ve known you.
A heavy sigh escapes Shelby’s lips. It’s not the job; it’s my boss. She has a reputation.
The flight attendant pauses near our row. And what can I get you ladies to drink?
Mimosas all around,
Shelby answers for us.
I consider arguing, but maybe a cocktail might help me relax.
I’ll get those right out,
the woman says before she continues down the aisle.
Back to this new boss of yours.
Ellie pats Shelby on the thigh. What kinda reputation we talkin’ about? The sordid kind, I hope.
Nothing like that.
A slight twitch flutters the outer corner of Shelby’s right eye. Her interns don’t have a long lifespan. She’s gone through twelve in the last six months.
Maybe they all suck,
Brie suggests. Which you don’t, so you have nothing to worry about.
No.
Shelby shakes her head. She’s somewhat of a legend in our department at school. It’s said she doesn’t like her interns to have any sort of an opinion. They are there to do what she says and nothing else. Mostly run personal errands.
No wonder she’s in such a panic. That’s awful.
Lordy.
Ellie makes a big show out of fanning herself with an open hand. Of all the travesties. Bless your heart.
I’m not being dramatic!
Shelby snaps.
Ellie’s eyes widen. I didn’t say you were. I was bein’ completely serious. That’s the absolute worst situation for you to be in. You’re the most opinionated person I’ve ever met, and that’s sayin’ somethin’. Ranchers have an opinion on everything and aren’t afraid to speak their minds.
What am I going to do?
Shelby forces a smile up at the flight attendant who has returned with our drinks. Thanks. Go ahead and order us another round. I know I’m going to need it. And as my friends, they’re obligated to wallow in my sorrows with me.
The way Shelby’s going, she’ll be drunk by the time we get off the plane. Maybe give us about thirty minutes before bringing the second round.
Shelby glares. If you can’t hang, Taylor, I’ll be happy to take that drink off your hands.
Double-fisting would almost guarantee her stumbling off the plane. "No. I can hang. It’s just we have an hour bus ride to the town we’re staying in once we land. A bus that probably doesn’t have a bathroom."
With a wandering gaze, Shelby takes a long drink of her mimosa. I’ll just make sure I pee before we get on the bus.
Which is not what I’m worried about but there is no point in discussing it further. Okay.
Plus,
Brie lifts her glass, we’re on vacation. That means we can drink all day if we want, and no one can say a thing.
Guess I’m going to have to be the mature one on this trip and keep an eye out for everyone. Not that I mind the role, which I’ve taken on more times than I can count. Though from time to time, it’s nice to let loose.
Ellie takes a sip of her drink. Back to Shelby’s predicament. As hard as it might be, you’re goin’ to get through this and prove to the monster of a woman that you are an excellent event planner.
By holding my tongue?
Shelby downs her cocktail. "I don’t even know how to do that. I’m going to get fired. Better start looking for a new job now. I wonder how her reputation precedes her? Like, when I get fired on the first day, will other potential employers be like, Oh, we completely understand. How on Earth you survived the first five minutes is beyond me. Or will my career be over before it even begins?"
Brie and Ellie both finish their mimosas, leaving me as the only one with an unfinished drink, which is no surprise. "I’m sure you’ll last more than a day; a week, at least, before your boss gets to know the real you."
Shelby stands and beckons over the flight attendant. Taylor’s cracking jokes. Time for another round.
Ouch. What is that supposed to mean?
A quick glance at Brie and I gulp down my drink. Do you all see me that way?
Brie squishes her eyebrows together. Which way?
No fun.
Tucking a leg under her bottom, Brie maneuvers to face me. You’re lots of fun. Shelby’s just...well...drunk.
How many drinks did she have at the airport?
Two very weak ones.
Brie leans closer. She'll never admit it, but she’s just as much of a light weight as the rest of us.
Peeking over my shoulder, I frown. I hate to see her like this. Her boss won’t know what she’s missing by keeping her silent.
Maybe it won’t be so bad.
Brie pauses as the flight attendant hands us both our second drink. She hasn’t even met the woman yet.
True.
I set my drink on the tray table. Only time will tell.
How about you?
Brie gives me a little nudge. Are you excited about living in Baja for a month?
Excited might not be the best way to describe it.
Nervous, scared, terrified beyond belief.
It’s going to be amazing.
Brie bites her lower lip. I’m so proud of you. Stepping out of your comfort zone and pursuing your dreams. In the most gorgeous place imaginable. How can you not finish your book?
What if I don’t, though?
The question has been eating away at me for weeks.
Brie takes my hand in hers. Taylor Masten, in the four years I’ve known you, not once have you ever not completed something you put your mind to. This will be no different.
Tears sting my eyes—from the alcohol, I’m sure, as I’m not an overly emotional person. Thank you. I’m glad you’re here. All of you. I’m not sure I would have even gotten on the plane without you all.
Which makes me wonder how you’re going to get home.
I’ll manage somehow.
Right now, I’ll keep pretending it isn’t going to happen. I have a month to worry about it. A more pressing issue: what are we going to do about Shelby?
Brie leans back in her seat. Take it from me, sometimes the job we fear the most turns out to be the one that changes our lives forever. She’ll be fine. And if not, we’ll be here for her.
I hope you’re right.
Sipping on my drink, I stare out the window, watching the clouds whisk by. Do you ever get the feeling that your life is about to change?
Once. Right before I moved back to my hometown.
Chapter 3
Brody
I unlock the door of my beachfront shop and lean my surfboard against the wall. The hut isn’t much—a dozen or so surfboards and some snorkel equipment. But it’s mine. A business I spent years building and have put my blood, sweat, and tears into.
Leaving my old California life behind was the best decision I ever made. Too many memories, too many regrets. Too many reminders of the screwed-up kid I used to be. Starting over in Baja saved me in more ways than I care to admit. Plus, the waves here are wicked and the people, well...they tend to mind their own business. Which is the opposite of how I grew up.
"Hey, jefe. Silvia, my second-in-command, leans against the door frame, a sultry smile splashed across her face.
How were the waves this morning?"
Cranking.
I grab a towel from underneath the counter and run it over my dirty blond hair. Caught a couple decent swells. Surprised I didn’t see you out there. Both Andy and Mick
—my other two employees—were out before me.
Silvia flips her long black hair. "I had more pressing matters to attend to."
No surprise there. What’s her name?
A mischievous grin tugs the corner of her red lips. "Leaving today."
I can’t help but laugh. That’s harsh, even for you.
The girl’s a God-send. Loved by men and women alike. And a bitchin’ surf instructor who can get a Barney riding a wave in a matter of hours.
"Speaking of the two idiotas, Silvia smirks,
isn’t Andy supposed to open up the place right about now?"
If they heard you call them that…
Silvia scrolls through her phone. "Andy hasn’t learned any sort of Spanish that doesn’t have to do with chicas or cervezas. Mick...let’s just say I have him wrapped around my little waist."
"The saying is wrapped around my little finger."
Not the way I do it.
Damn, the woman is the walking epitome of sex. "Whatever you two do, I don’t care, don’t even want to know, as long as it doesn't affect my business. Capeesh?"
Silvia bats her fake eyelashes. How those things stay on in the water, I'll never know. "Si, si. Got to go. Don’t want to keep my clients waiting."
And by clients, you mean surfing, right?
I holler as she leaves. A little joke between the two of us.
Morning,
Andy, another Cali transplant, strolls in, dry wetsuit hanging at his waist—our typical morning attire. Afternoons are warm enough to go without. Beautiful day, isn’t it? Sorry I’m late.
It is. And no worries.
I lived on a schedule my entire life, up until I moved to Baja, and swore never to live that way again. As long as my employees respect the client’s time, I run a pretty chill place.
Andy skirts around me—the small, cluttered area making it uncomfortable for two muscular men to occupy the room. Let me just open us up. Saw a couple of tourists eying the place a few minutes ago.
He unlocks the overhang window and latches it above his head. Sunshine bursts through, illuminating the room, and all feels right with the world.
September has seen a lot of slow down, marking the end of the tourist season. Which I don’t mind in the least. Gives me time to enjoy the surf between lessons with the regulars.
What’s the schedule look like for today?
I ask. A couple years ago, I hired Andy to hang out in the hut and handle the day to day. Best decision I ever made.
Nice and breezy. Got a few openings but those usually fill up pretty fast when people stumble across our little piece of heaven.
We’re not considered a tourist attraction, more like a hidden gem. Which is the way I—and the