A Chanelle Series Novel - Book 1
Praise for Bad Choices
“Monica Lynne Foster is an excellent writer. Just excellent.” – Victoria Christopher Murray, award-winning author of Stand Your Ground and the Seven Deadly Sins series
Will the Sins of Her Past Kill Her Future?
Chanelle Slate is sexy, successful, and full of drama. Professionally, she’s a rising star at her technology firm and on track to make partner. Personally, she believes she is enjoying the love of her adoring boyfriend, Michael. Until one moment of betrayal - and a baseball bat - shatter her dreams.
Against heavenly advice, she seeks comfort in the arms of her married colleague before finally giving up on dating and isolating herself from those who care about her. When she bumps into Rick Faust, her love from college, rekindling a relationship is the last thing on her mind. But his strength and protection when she goes through the biggest challenge of her life endears him to her. There’s only one problem. She has a secret; one that she will go to great lengths, including enlisting help from her level-headed best friend, Michele, to keep buried.
By the time the love she craves is in front of her, the mistakes and sins of her past come back to haunt her and she wonders if everyone will make it out alive.
Flinging my suitcase across the room, I lunged for the baseball bat by the side of my bed.
“Chanelle, I can explain,” Michael yelled, scrambling to cover himself.
My eyes were red with rage. “You can’t possibly explain this.” There was no way I’d come home from a business trip to find the love of my life in our bed with his personal trainer. His male. Personal. Trainer.
“I swear to God, this isn’t what it looks like.” Michael’s hands trembled as he held his arms out in front of him. Pfft, as if that would block my major league swing.
I brandished the bat above my boyfriend’s head and wondered if I could handle a twenty-year bid. “Don’t you dare bring God into this. How could I have been stupid enough to trust you?”
I slammed the bat on the side of the bed, causing Michael to scrunch his shoulders and squeeze his eyes shut. “Twelve years. I gave your sorry ass twelve years of my life.”
I hammered down on the other side of him. He whimpered.
Then I turned my fury on Rocco. “And you. I welcomed you into my home.”
Rocco raised his lanky body to his knees, running his finger around his pouty lips. He lifted a perfectly arched eyebrow. “It’s not my fault you can’t give him what I can.”
Michael’s petrified eyes were trained on me as he spoke to his man. “Not now, Rocco.”
My chest heaved. My nostrils flared. I adjusted my fingers and tightened my grip around the bat.
With restrained fury, and through gritted teeth, I said, “Get out. Both of you. Get. Out. Now.”
They hopped out of the bed and stooped to pick up the clothes that were strewn across my bedroom floor.
“Unh-uh,” I shouted, using the bat as a pointer toward the door.
Michael, still bent over, paused, as though contemplating what he valued most. His life or his pants. “Chanelle, it’s freezing outside.”
His pleas were mute to me. “You say that like it matters. You have exactly one second to be out of my house or I swear to God, I’m gonna catch a case. Now, go!”
I snatched his car keys from the top of my dresser and chased them down the steps and out the front door. Watching them run butt naked and barefoot down the snowy street of my posh subdivision was suddenly comical. I fell onto the glider on the porch and laughed until I cried as the pain from the betrayal set in. Pain from what I thought was a solid relationship, was really no more than a sham. I’d wasted years of my life with a man who could never be committed to me. I was now… alone.