Hello all my romance fanatics! I know I’m a little behind in my reviews, but it’s because I have been so busy with ARCS and working on my own romance story. So I thought as a treat for your patience, I’d share the opening to my upcoming novella titled UnHinged!
Now I have the cover ready, but I’m not ready to show you that. Not just yet! But keep an eye out for details as I’ll be setting up a newsletter shortly and the cover will be revealed there FIRST. And I promise, IT.IS.BEAUTIFUL!
Oh and since I AM in the beginning stages, thoughts, opinions, and/or suggestions are welcome.
All right, as stated, here is the preview of UnHinged © Brigit Rosé. 
Chapter One
“Are you sure this looks okay?” Ezzie brushed her hands down the tight black dress. It hugged her hips and showed off her curvaceous body. If this thing couldn’t show her crush she was a woman, nothing would. So what if he was her brother’s best friend. Or that he’d roomed with her brother all through college. Damn it, she was eighteen years old. She had to tell him how she felt before she herself left for college.
Matt squeezed her shoulders. “For the millionth time, yes. Honey, if he still sees a baby girl with you wearing this, he’s either gay or not interested.”
“Break it down for me why don’t you.” Her best friend meant well, but sometimes she really wished he’d lie to her. Maybe not. She flopped back on her bed and blew out an exasperated breath. If things went according to plan, tomorrow night her life would drastically change. She’d actually give herself to a guy she cared about.
“I’ve sworn to be nothing, but utterly truthful with you. Don’t you remember our pinky swear the day we met?”
Ezzie smiled. A day she’d never forget. She loved her small as hell hometown, but people weren’t exactly ready to saddle up to an openly gay teenager. Matt had been the new kid in school. Well, they’d all been new. Freshmen. Fresh meat for the grinder. She’d stood up to a couple of juniors picking on him. Bam! Instant best friend. “Of course I do.”
“Good, then do me a favor. If this blows up in your face, promise me you’ll come stay with my parents and me in Santa Barbara. We can spend the summer there and then head to college together.” He held out his pinky finger. They’d both intended to start at the University of SoCal in the fall.
She sat up, hooked her pinky finger in his and they kissed each other on the cheeks like aristocrats. It had become their own personal joke for years and the way they made the ultimate commitment to one another. “I promise. But it’s going to work out.”
“If you say so.” Matt attempted to look positive, but appeared skeptical at best. He’d never been good at faking it.
Whatever. She was positive enough for both of them. Jumping to her feet, she stood in front of the mirror one last time. She swept her hair to the side for Matt to unzip the back of the slinky black dress. It had to work. And if she embarrassed herself, at least she had a contingency plan. “Yep. I do. Now, help me out of this thing.”
“Ezzie, can you come here please?” Her mother called from down the hall.
She poked her head out her bedroom door. “In a minute, Mom.”
Brigit Rosé 