Let me start this email by thanking you, my sweet, sweet reader, for supporting the Brewer Family Series!

As you (hopefully!) know, The Situation released last week. To say that I was gobsmacked by the support is putting it very mildly.

You all CAME OUT FOR THIS BOOK. The messages on social media. The emails. The Tiktoks! The edits on Instagram! You didn't hesitate to show your love for Tate and Aurora and that means the absolute universe to me. ♥️

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🧡 5 Things About Me

1. I can only listen to one song when I'm writing—The Pursuit of Happiness by Kid Cudi. There's something about the vibe of that tune that allows me to be creative. I love it.
2. If there's one thing I love as much as reading, it's following trials. Right now, I'm *obsessed* with the Karen Read trial! My husband is so, so sick of hearing me talk about it.
3. I didn't drink alcohol at all until I was 29 years old. My dad was an alcoholic and it really skewed my relationship with drinks. (I'm good now.)
4. The very first thing I do in the morning—sometimes before opening my eyes—is whisper a prayer. It's the last thing I do before I fall asleep, too.
5. I could eat watermelon every day and never get tired of it. As long as it's ripe. There are few things worse than an unripe watermelon.

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📖 Snippet from The Situation

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“Hello?” I ask, sweeping my possessions into my arms without making eye contact at the couple waiting to board.

“Why do you sound … rushed?” Jamie asks.

“Because I am.” I tuck my chin and step into the hallway. “This is not a good time. Can I call you back?”

“No. Now I’m curious. What are you doing?”

I fake a smile at one of the ladies at the front desk as I scurry past to my bank of elevators.

“You probably won’t believe me even if I tell you,” I say.

“Try me.”

I sigh, hitting the up arrow to go to my room. Thankfully, it’s too early for much traffic because the elevator is waiting and empty.

“Are you still there?” she asks.

Once the doors close, I sag against the wall. “I did what you suggested.”

I drop the line in the air, the weight of it similar to a dumbbell dropped from a bridge into the sea. I can almost hear my admission sinking into Jamie’s brain.

“You had a—”

“Yes. I met him on the plane,” I say, talking fast. “He was young, insanely hot, and charmed my dress right off me.”

“Holy shit, Ror.”

If you only knew. “I can’t get into it right now. I’m almost late for my conference because not only did I get fucked until about four o’clock this morning, I fell asleep in his room, and now I’m doing a walk of shame through the hotel with no bra or panties, trying to get to my room so I can get cleaned up, dressed, and down to the conference room before I miss the keynote speech.” I suck in a hasty breath. “And I stole his pie.”

“Is that a euphemism?”

“A what?” I make a face. “No. I actually stole an entire blueberry pie. I did leave him a piece for breakfast, but that isn’t the point. Don’t get hung up on that.”

“I am so proud of you,” she says, laughing.

“This is not good, Jamie! I just had the best sex of my life, and I gave the guy a fake name,” I say, lowering my voice as I step off onto my floor.

This isn’t going to end well.

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