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Okay it’s taking longer than expected…TBBU will be fully up by next Sunday. Probably will do like 5/10 chapters a day…
          
          First ten chapters are up again! 
          
          

Nobody panic…I’m rewriting it…it’s coming back asap.

Will have an update for you all this weekend!!!

LEGACY will be updated tonight…around 9/10pm GMT. 

LEGACY will be the next book that I will finish. 
          
          Please show some support if it sounds like you’re kind of book! 

TBBM 2 is fully completed. 
          
          All chapters are now out. 
          
          It is officially completed. 
          
          Thank you all so much for all the ongoing love and support. I appreciate you all more than you will ever know. 
           
          Love, 
          
          ART

TBBM 2 is complete. 
          
          Epilogue and 2 bonus chapters coming in the next week. 
          
          I love you all so much. Thank you for sticking with me for this journey. 

DO NOT CLICK ANY LINKS!!! 
          
          
          Stay safe everyone! 
          
          Love,
          ART

LEGACY and TBBM2 have been updated <3 

SNIPPET OF NEW BOOK: 
          
          "Do you usually crawl underneath toilet stalls?" 
          
          I've never spoken to Vincent Rutherford before. I've heard him speak, everyone at Crestwood University has because he's the spokesperson for the university and the soccer team. A clear, posh, very British, accent. 
          
          "I'm trying out new hobbies," I blurted out, it wasn't totally a lie. This situation which he was very unfortunate to be a part of, was the consequence of me trying new things.
          
          I forced a smile, trying to ease the look of annoyance on his face. I'm not good with conflict or violence or talking, it seems. "I'm trying out new things so I don't get depressed post-graduation," I add, hoping he takes the bait. 
          
          He doesn't, but he also doesn't get to say anything else as the bathroom door opens and voices grow closer. 
          
          I hold my hand over his mouth. A futile attempt to keep him from–what? Screaming out for help? Telling someone I'm in here? 
          
          His fingers wrap around my wrist and he pulls my hand gently away from his mouth. His eyes swimming with annoyance as they pierce into mine. "You're horrible at this." 
          
          I didn't even know what this is. This, me being stuck in a toilet stall with him, was never supposed to happen. I didn't even know why neither of us have left the stall yet. I could just crawl back underneath the stall and walk out. I could–
          
          The bathroom door opened again, this time slamming against the wall with the force and then I heard his voice. 
          
          "Dawn Diana Wright, you are so dead to me." 
          
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          Genre: Romance 
          
          Tropes/Tags: 
          - Sports Romance 
          - College Romance 
          - He falls first and hard 
          - introvert x extrovert 
          … more to be announced! 
          
          Hope you guys enjoyed it! Please feel free to give me your thoughts!