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About Me

Writer. Reader. Mom. Wife. Master of awkward Sarcasm. 

Jay McLean is a full-time reader, writer of New Adult and Young Adult romance, and skilled procrastinator. When she’s not doing any of those things, she can be found running after her three boys, investing way too much time on True Crime Documentaries and binge-watching reality TV.

She writes what she loves to read, which are books that can make her laugh, make her hurt and make her feel.

 

Jay lives in the suburbs of Melbourne, Australia, in her dream home where music is loud and laughter is louder.

COMING JUNE 21

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Moving to the middle of nowhere right before my senior year wasn’t ideal.

Then again, neither was my brother dying.

The move was supposed to be a fresh start.

A new town, a new school, a new mindset.

Too bad my past indiscretions followed me.

Enter Jace Rivera, the literal boy next door.

Jace is loved by the town. Admired by his peers. Worshipped by his teammates.

On the basketball court, he’s a god amongst men.

Off the court, he’s… nothing at all like I expected.

He’s profound and pure and… devastatingly tortured.

Yet somehow, he offers me light while I offer him hope.

In the end, we’ll either hurt or heal each other.

There’s no in between.

“Pain is the price we pay for love,” he once told me.

And a broken heart is the consequence of it.

NOW AVAILABLE

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Two simple words hold the truth of our love: wait and hope.

 

Olivia

Rhys Garrett—recent high school graduate, ex-captain of the basketball team, and my brother’s rival both on and off the court.

Oh, and he’s also the guy I just hit with my truck.

Awesome.

To be fair, he had it coming.

Why else was he dressed in all black, in the middle of the night, if not to hide out amongst the darkness?

           

Rhys

I wasn’t looking where I was going or what was around me. I didn’t even see the headlights. Just felt the impact. And I thought, as strange as it was, that getting hit by a car may be the best thing that could’ve happened to me.

Until I opened my eyes…

…and she told me her name.

 

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Some might call it fate, destiny, kismet…

A collision of souls.

One night.

One chance encounter.

The problem?

One night wasn’t enough.

But the more time we spent together, the more truths came to light.

And soon, we’d discover that what we once thought was meant to be…

…is not made to last.

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