Dear Reader,
Thank you for picking up Brazen and Breathless. If you haven’t read the first five in the Untouchable series, I caution you to go and grab those right now and read them first.
Kicking off the sixth book is kind of surreal. At the same time, there’s an inescapable joy at welcoming Frankie and the boys back from their vacation. They’re in a much better place.
I talked about found family and friends in the last book. It definitely still applies, but this is also about coming into your own. Frankie has been coming into her own for a while, healing, and letting her confidence out to shine once more. A lot of changes have happened over the last few months, but the best one I think is where she’s not hiding who she is anymore and she’s definitely not afraid to stand up for herself.
It’s an awesome thing for me, the author, to explore.
This series wouldn’t be complete without the enormous support of Blake Blessing, Rebecca Royce, Alyssa Muller (even if she is #TeamMadAtHeather), and Sara Vermillion. They’ve been tremendous as cheerleaders (and in Sara’s case, cracking the whip), as sounding boards, and sometimes even telling me to take a break because I was pushing too hard. I flove them to pieces.
I’ll be honest, I’m always pushing too hard so these folks keep me in check :D You should thank them, too.
One of the best parts of an ongoing series is there are so many more people to thank along the way. Thank you Katrina for the gorgeous covers, you helped me bring Frankie to life. Elisabeth and Stephanie, thanks for reading and all your comments not to mention the pictures, the videos, and the painting (OMG the painting is so awesome). Thank you to Laura, Jenna, and Sloane for listening to me gripe. And thank you Tate for the ending here. Just making sure everyone knows the bus goes both ways.
Thank you to every single reader who has given this series a shot and to those who left reviews. Thank you to the readers who recommend the series to their friends and to every single person who has reached out to me about it. I see and hear all of you. Thank you to the readers who make the beautiful collages and cast who they see as the characters in this series.
I get such a thrill for every single one I see.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
One last thing, for those who are not on my newsletter or in my group, this series is slated to be ten books long. We’re just over halfway there.
And as always, the housekeeping notes:
For those of you who have never read a reverse harem before, first let me thank you for picking this up and giving it a shot. Second, a reverse harem means the heroine will not make a choice in this book or any other between the guys in her life. It may take her a while to reach that conclusion, but it’s the journey that drives it. There are many ways to frame this kind of relationship, currently reverse harem fits it very well.
Also, this is the sixth book in a series. If you haven’t read the first five, I encourage you to pause here and go grab them. While there may be no specific happy endings at the end of each of these books, there will be one to the whole series, that I promise you. Some of these books will have cliffhangers, largely due to the size of the story, but the happy ending has to be earned as part of the journey.
Thank you again for reading Frankie’s story and I truly hope you enjoy it!
xoxo
Heather
Chapter One
Crazy in Love
Being back at school exhilarated me. From the moment we walked into the cafeteria together, to when I gave Ian and Jake quick kisses before heading off with Archie for first period, my spirits remained high. Were people staring? Yup.
Did I care?
Nope.
Archie kept giving me these sideways looks and biting back smiles.
“What?” I asked, raising a brow as my phone dinged.
He chuckled as he slid his arm around my shoulders and took over piloting while I glanced at my phone. “Nothing. Just happy that you’re happy.”
“Well you need to be happy for you, too,” I retorted, giving him an elbow. The text on my phone was from Coop, with pictures of my kisses with Ian and Jake. Well that didn’t take long. Only he also sent a pouty face.
I laughed. I’d