Happy 1st Birthday, Abigail Jensen!

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In honor of Abby’s first birthday, I’m sharing an exclusive teaser from chapter two of Forever Ours. Enjoy!


I open the door, prepared to greet the social worker with the usual, My mom will be here any minute, but when I open the door Tristan is standing there with Freddy Zimmerman from auto shop class.
“You’re late. And why the fuck are you ringing the doorbell?”
Tristan enters ahead of Freddy and they both head straight to the living room with their instruments. Freddy started practicing with us a couple of months ago when I casually mentioned to Rachel that she should play piano on “Hunger.” Tristan hates Rachel, so he took it upon himself to invite Freddy over to practice the piano part on his keyboard. I warned Tristan that I didn’t want this guy playing that fucking keyboard on any of my songs. His response was to remind me that they’re not just my songs.
Tristan sets his bass down on the recliner and his amp on the floor, then he pounds fists with Jake. “I rang the doorbell to make you get your sorry ass up.”
“I thought you were a fucking foster kid,” I reply, closing the door.
“I thought you guys didn’t have any kids right now.”
“Nah, we’re getting a new one today. A runaway.”
“Girl or guy?” Tristan asks, slinging the strap of his bass over his shoulder.
“Girl. I think her name is Claire.”
“Maybe they’ll send one your age this time,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Nah, an older girl would be better. They know what they’re doing,” Freddy says, plugging in his keyboard.
I shake my head. No matter how many times I tell them that I’m not allowed to even say anything inappropriate to a foster kid, Tristan still always suggests it.
“You know I can’t do that. And you can’t talk like that when she gets here or my mom can get cited.”
“Whatever. You need to get laid. How long has it been since… what was her name?”
I set the tuner back on the coffee table and settle the guitar in my lap. “Erin. And that was only two months ago.”
We run through the song a few times before Tristan decides he’s going to try to get the neighbor to buy us some beer. He takes off and I decide to start playing something else. I don’t want to give Freddy the impression that Jake and I want him there or that he’s part of the band. Rachel’s playing the piano on this song no matter how many times Tristan brings this asshole over here.
I grab my electric guitar and plug it in so I can play “Little Wing” by Jimi Hendrix. Jake and Freddy look on as transition right out of the opening solo into “Stairway to Heaven.” About thirty minutes pass before the doorbell rings again, right when I’m in the middle of playing “I Want You” by the Beatles. It’s probably Tristan being a dick again.
“Come in!” I shout at the door from where I’m now sitting on the carpet next to the coffee table.
The doorknob jiggles a little then it slowly begins to turn. I knew it was Tristan.
I go back to playing and I’m nearly at the end when I heard the thud of something dropping on the floor behind me. I turn around and a skinny girl with stringy blonde hair and wide blue eyes is staring at us like she just walked in on a fucking murder scene.

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Cassia Leo is the New York Times bestselling author of more than thirty books. She loves coffee, rain, and a good read. Comment below or email her at [email protected]


  1. Patricia Lee April 5, 2014 at 1:41 pm - Reply

    I cannot wait for this!!! <3

  2. Robin The Book Nerd April 5, 2014 at 2:07 pm - Reply

    Thank you for the excerpt! Can’t wait.

  3. Dana Deitche Piazzi April 5, 2014 at 6:26 pm - Reply

    So awesome!

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