Today the spotlight is shining on M.C.Decker and her latest release, Unscripted!
Sometimes life isn’t always that perfect script.
After a decade of searching for happiness, Brooke Anderson finally found what she was looking for when she collided with the one she let get away.
The devastatingly handsome Rich Davis not only offered Brooke her dream job, but his heart as well.
Just when everything seemed like a perfectly scripted fairy tale — tragedy struck.
Will Rich and Brooke’s love survive? Will their script finally end in the Happily Ever After they both so desperately desire?
Prologue
December 2012
It’s been three months since my
life changed in the blink of an eye. I was planning a wedding to the most
amazing man – a man who I already thought I’d lost once. Fortunately, he hadn’t
given up on us and he had found me again. In the short time we were together,
he taught me to trust – to trust in love, to trust in him and to trust in us.
I was an up-and-coming,
government editor at the Washington Post
– partly because of Rich and partly because of my hard work, perseverance and
dedication. I loved my job. It was my dream come true.
Rich had also given me the best
gift possible when I found out that I was pregnant. At the time, I didn’t know
I even wanted children of my own. It wasn’t really something I thought too much
about. I was over thirty and hadn’t been in a committed relationship for a
number of years, but once I saw those two little pink lines – I wanted nothing
more than to be a mom.
We were planning a Christmas
wedding. I knew I would be showing by then, but I had always dreamt of getting
married surrounded by glowing evergreens. In fact, Rich and his best man,
Blake, had already used their connections and secured the Weather Room on the
sixty-seventh floor of Rockefeller Center. Typically, the room was only
available from January through mid-November, but Rich and Blake were quite a
team and once they batted their eyelashes a few times, the event coordinator
caved and allowed us to rent the private space for December 15.
It would have been beautiful, overlooking the
magical tree that Rich had taken me to a year earlier. I was so stubborn at
that point. If only I had opened my heart to him then, maybe I wouldn’t be
sitting here alone now – on the same day that was supposed to be the happiest
day of my life.
Just as the first of the day’s
tears started trickling down my cheeks, I heard a light knocking on my door. Seriously, I feel like I’d been crying since
that day in September. I didn’t think it was possible to have so many tears
stored in the human body. I was hoping that eventually they would just dry up,
but I was starting to believe that would never happen.
Rising from the couch, I padded
my way to the front door. Looking out the peephole, I saw Cassidy waving at me
from the other side. I was relieved to know I wouldn’t have to spend the
afternoon alone. Earlier, I had insisted that my father go out for the
afternoon even though he reassured me time and again that he would cancel his
plans.
I had moved back to Michigan
right before Thanksgiving. I tried to make it work in Washington D.C. and at
the Post, but it was just too
difficult. The memories, idle curiosity and constant condolences proved to be
too much. I knew everyone meant well, but I just needed to grieve my loss on my
own.
I opened the door to my best
friend’s outstretched arms.
“Awww, honey, you should have
called me earlier. I would’ve been here hours ago,” she said, as I buried my
head in her chest.
“This was supposed to be the
happiest day of my life, Cass. What happened? Why did I let this happen?”
“It’ll get easier, Brookie –
you’ll see,” she added reassuringly, as she ran her fingers through my tangled
hair. “Why don’t we pop in a movie – I just so happened to grab Magic Mike out of the Redbox on my way
over,” she said with a wink. “If Matthew McConaughey’s voice alone can’t make
you ‘O’ then we have more serious issues than I thought.”
“Ohmigod, I think you have
officially lost your damn mind,” I giggled. “But, thank you. You always seem to
know what I need. And, a naked Channing Tatum is just what the doctor ordered.”
Just as I was setting a bowl of
popcorn on the table and getting myself comfy on the couch, my phone rang. I
startled from the sudden noise and reached out for it. Looking at the caller
ID, I just stared at it for a few more rings.
“Cass, you need to answer it. I
just can’t take this right now – especially not today.”
First of all, if you haven’t read Unwritten, book 1 in the
series, what are you waiting for? Go read it, I’ll wait……… Done? Okay, that
means you can go right ahead and move on to Unscripted. ;-)
Unscripted is the perfect conclusion to Rich and Brooke’s
story that began in Unwritten. From the first page, M.C. Decker keeps you
guessing about what is going to happen next. Every time I got through one
potential heart attack inducing scene, another one popped up. I swear I was on
the verge of tears several times over the course of reading. And if that wasn't enough, the ups, the downs and the unexpected plot twists will get you right in the feels.
I highly recommend both Unwritten and Unscripted if you’re
looking for a great read.
Unwritten - Book 1
Unscripted -Book 2
M.C. Decker is the author of the debut novel, Unwritten. She lives in a suburb of Flint, Michigan with her husband and spoiled-rotten Siamese cat, Simon. For the last decade, she has worked as a journalist for several community newspapers in Michigan's Thumb region. She enjoys all things '80s and '90s pop culture: movies, boy bands, music and especially the color, hot pink. She also strictly lives by the motto, "Life is better in flip flops," and is a diehard Detroit Tigers fan.
I thought it was too late. I thought our story had already been written. 
