Dear Reader,
* * *
The adventure doesn’t end here…
* * *
Trevor and Zoe’s tale continues through their Honeymoon from Hell as well as the R.L. Mathewson Chronicles, and the Neighbor from Hell Chronicles featuring their son, Sebastian.
* * *
You can claim your free copy of their honeymoon from Hell two ways:
* * *
If you’re already an R.L. Mathewson Newsletter Subscriber, you can find your copy HERE.
* * *
If you are new to the R.L. Mathewson Newsletter, you can subscribe HERE to get your free copy.
* * *
I hope you enjoyed Trevor and Zoe’s story.
R.L.
A Sneak Peek at Checkmate
Prologue
Twenty-five years earlier...
“Rory’s a boy’s name,” the mean little boy who’d pushed her off the swing only seconds earlier announced as he glared down at her accusingly.
Never taking her eyes away from the bully, Rory slowly got up as she wiped the dirt off her shirt and jeans. When she finally stood up all the way, she was forced to tilt her head back so that she could continue to glare at him the way that her brothers taught her.
“It’s a girl’s name,” Rory said, taking a deep breath before shoving him back.
One thing she’d learned thanks to having five older brothers was never to let anyone push her around. Once you did, you’d have to sleep with one eye open and keep an eye out for snakes in your bed, spit in your cereal, and toenails in your mac and cheese. She might have to put up with five big bullies at home, but that didn’t mean that she had to put up with it at preschool, Rory decided as she gave the boy that had all the girls giggling and calling him cute another shove.
“You’re ugly!” he practically sneered as he reached over and pulled one of her pigtails, hard.
“Well, you smell like my brother’s butt!” Rory said, shoving him hard because she really couldn’t call him ugly since he was cute. It also didn’t hurt that she really liked his honey blonde hair and green eyes.
“Well, you look like my uncle’s butt!” he said, yanking the other pigtail hard enough to make her eyes sting.
“Well, you-”
“That’s enough of that!” Mrs. Fitzpatrick, the mean woman her father left her with, said as she grabbed them both by the arm. With a firm tug, she dragged them towards the large multicolored building that her father said looked like a rainbow had taken a shit on. Rory wasn’t sure what shit was exactly, but she knew that no matter what it was that her father was probably right.
“She started it!” the boy pointed out as they were dragged to the small table in the far corner with the scary clown painted on it.
“That’s enough of that, Connor,” Mrs. Fitzpatrick said sternly as she planted them both on red stools that wobbled every time they moved. “You will both sit here and think about what you did while the rest of the children enjoy free time.”
Rory narrowed her eyes on the little boy that had cost her a turn on the swings as he narrowed his eyes on her.
“You’ll pay for this,” he promised tightly.
