“Of course I wanted it all – a fun career and friends and a husband and a family and no trade-offs ever. . . . When I discovered I was pregnant, though, I found out life isn’t like that. That I had to make choices, and a lot of them were hard. One of them, though . . . . One of them was easy. I chose you.”

“It’s not that easy,” I said gently. “I don’t walk around with a chip on my shoulder, but . . . I don’t hide who I am. Or what I am.”

*Teaser Chapter Only!*

What happens when you enter a bet you can’t back out of? And what if that bet involves dressing like a girl?

Twenty-three-year-old Taylor Holmes knows he needs to take things more seriously. And just in time! It’s his first day of graduate school at Elkhorn University, and an amazing post-grad opportunity has just been announced. But in trying to establish himself as a serious candidate, he makes a foolish bet with his academic rival. A bet that, unfortunately, risks him dressing like a girl. What may not be a big deal to some, to Taylor — with his long brunette locks and already-feminine tendencies — dressing up just once might send him down, shall we say, an “eye-opening” path...

Excited to announce a brand new novella! Sharing the first chapter here only as a sample. The full book is now available on Amazon or FREE with Kindle Unlimited!

Happy reading :)

-Jennifer

Girl 101 for Boys! When I saw that listed on electives in the high school I was about to start I just knew I had to sign up for that. That was so outrageous!

“Ugh,” I grunt as for the third time in as many mornings, I’m woken by the sound of not just traffic, but pedestrians passing by outside my window. With a sigh, I brush my hair out of my face, drag my tired body out of bed and slink through to the kitchen where — again, for the third time in as many mornings — my flatmate is already awake and eating her breakfast.

“Morning!” Martha says with a giggle between mouthfuls of muesli.

“Maybe,” I said to the girl in the mirror. “Just maybe – you’ll do, Carmen.”

His touch was electric. Rather than answer, I rotated my thumb outside of his and stroked it gently. You are interested? I am interested, too.

I bite my lip as I stare at my friend, trying to judge her reaction to what I just said — is it surprise, or shock, or, as much as I hope it isn’t, disgust?

“…Bailey?” I ask hesitantly. “Did you hear — I, umm, I meant what I said. I’ve — I’ve always wished that I was a girl. Pl- please say something?” I bite my lip as Bailey looks at me, her mouth slightly ajar as she tries to find the words to reply. Please, I think to myself. Please be understanding, is that really too much to ask for?

It was my first teaching job. A southern high school. Quite a cultural shock for a Boston girl.

At the end of the first week one boy looked absolutely miserable. I gently tried to find out why.