Breaking the Limits Update!

Hello everyone!! Happy Thursday! The weekend is almost here!

So I figured it was time to update y’all on Breaking the Limits. It was originally supposed to be released in February and then in March and now it’s almost April. First, I want to apologize for the delay and lack of communication. There’s been a lot happening lately & I’ve been contemplating how to explain it all to everyone.

3 months ago, I launched my own LuLaRoe in-home & online boutique. I knew my time would be limited, but I had no idea just how much time. As much as it’s been rewarding and fun and a great outlet aside from writing, it’s taken me away from being able to write full-time. Before LLR, I was stuck. BTL wasn’t being written as fast as I had hoped and I was stuck with parts of my outline. When I was writing Pushing the Limits, I struggled a lot with the art aspects and the mental illness Aspen suffered with. It took a lot of energy out of me and I had to do a lot of research, which also took me out of the story and then struggled to get back into it again.

Although Breaking the Limits has a completely different plot, it has similarities from PTL such as being a student/teacher romance, an art aspect, and an emotional past that links the two characters together. It’s been a struggle to get their story out and adding LLR to my resume was just the break my mind needed.

Now that being said, I am diving back into Kendall’s story. Yes, it’s taken me much longer than I anticipated, so I truly appreciate your patience. When the book is finished and headed to the editing stage, I will post again when it will release.

 

Thank you all again for being so excited about Kendall’s story. I am working furiously to get it released for you all!

 

Much love,

Brooke xoxo

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>>KITCHEN AFFAIRS, book 1 in the Riverside Trilogy<<
Drake Stagliano is one of Chicago’s most eligible millionaire bachelors and the CEO of the Riverside Hotel & Restaurant. Molly Woods is staying focused on finishing culinary school and caring for her 4-year-old daughter and the last thing on her mind is dating. When Molly starts her internship at the Riverside, she expects to get the experience she needs to graduate, but what she hadn’t expected was an intense run-in with her brooding, sexy, and persistent boss.

As boundaries start to get crossed and lines start to blur, rumors are spread and promises are broke. But you know what they say–if you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen.

>>SPARK, book 1 in the Spark Series<<
Eric Reilley is Boston’s sexiest firefighter. Originally from Texas, Eric is no stranger to being a southern gentlemen. When his new apartment building catches fire, he finds himself rescuing a girl in just tiny lingerie. A girl he finds thinking about more than he should be. Velaney Wills is a girl with a past that would rather run from her feelings than open up to the hot guy that saved her in the middle of the night.

With their sizzling hot chemistry, Velaney can only hold out for so long before she gives into the spark she knows she can’t deny.

>>THE INTERN, book 1 in the Intern Series<<
Bentley Leighton is a former model turned future CEO of Leighton Enterprises. He takes his job serious, his looks serious, and his personal life even more serious. Less than enthusiastic about the new intern interviews he has to accompany, Bentley finds himself interviewing a young girl he can’t deny is everything he should stay away from.
Cecilia West is sexy, fierce, and a loud-mouthed know-it-all…and she’s completely off-limits.
What begins as a steamy forbidden affair quickly turns into secrets, lies, and betrayal.

>>BAD GIRLFRIEND, a standalone novella<<
Kate Weston is living on borrowed time. She’s left her boyfriend and job behind, determined to make her last months count. Visiting her cousin for a couple of weeks is just what she needs. Helping her finish last minute wedding preparations and girl time are on her agenda, but when a surprise houseguest shows up in her shower, her plans begin to change.

What was meant as a fun and carefree week, Kate ends up discovering more about herself and how living like there’s no tomorrow means so much more.

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DANGEROUS TEMPTATIONS

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One night to ruin everything I thought I knew.

From the outside, I had the perfect lifestyle.
Wealthy fiancé, blossoming career, amazing friends.

I wasn’t looking to get married yet, but when William—“Manhattan’s royalty”—charmed his way into my life, I couldn’t deny the security and comfort that overcame me.

To society, I was the girl only after his money. I was the party-goer who managed to seduce a man twice my age to have the lifestyle some could only dream of. I was every magazine’s cliché of what a gold-digging whore was.

I wanted to prove them wrong—that our love was real and that I wasn’t that girl.

But then everything changed.
One wrong decision. One unfaithful night. One haunting reality.
Perhaps they were right.

The media didn’t see it coming…and neither did I.

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PUSHING THE LIMITS

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PTL-cover2He’s my art professor.
I’m his student.

With an electric connection and undeniable chemistry, I know it won’t be long until one of us cracks.

When the opportunity arises to pose naked for the entire art class, I can’t help the thrill of knowing he’ll be watching me.
While they all look past me with their eyes narrowed and concentrated, drawing only the lines and angles of my body, he sees right through me down to my vulnerability.
He sees more than just the physical aspects—he sees me.
That’s when I see the struggle in his features as he tries to stay in control.

How do we keep our distance when everything seems to be pulling us together?
What feels so right can only go wrong if we keep pushing the limits.

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He’s my art professor.

I’m his student.

With an electric connection and undeniable chemistry, I know it won’t be long until one of us cracks.

When the opportunity arises to pose naked for the entire art class, I can’t help the thrill of knowing he’ll be watching me.

While they all look past me with their eyes narrowed and concentrated, drawing only the lines and angles of my body, he sees right through me down to my vulnerability.

He sees more than just the physical aspects—he sees me.

That’s when I see the struggle in his features as he tries to stay in control.

How do we keep our distance when everything seems to be pulling us together?

What feels so right can only go wrong if we keep pushing the limits.

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PROLOGUE

ASPEN

I step inside the doorway, immediately hit with the mixed aroma of mildew and lavender from all the flower arrangements. I narrow my eyes, trying to adjust to the dim lighting. It’s eerily quiet, the service not due to begin for another hour.

My mother was hysterical all night long, crying in her room. I heard her through the bedroom door, but I didn’t go to her. I couldn’t.

I know she blames me.

Mom hadn’t said a word to me all morning, so I asked my older brother, Aaron, to take me early. I want to see Ariel before everyone else starts arriving. See her one last time.

I walk down the short hallway and into the room her service is being held in. Chairs are all lined up perfectly, row by row. The room will probably fill up quickly of family and friends, all coming to give their condolences.

I swallow as I step closer, her casket already open. I notice faint music playing overhead through the speakers. It’s meant to sound soft and soothing, but I don’t know how anything can soothe away the ache burning in my chest.

I glance around and notice the walls look as if they were painted a hundred years ago. The faded beige carpet is almost nonexistent. Flowers surround her on one side and a table of vanilla scented candles on the other. Nothing in this whole room represents her except the collage board of pictures she had hanging in our room. She made it two summers ago and had been adding pictures of her friends and us ever since. It captures every part of her personality.

We lived on farmland with only fields surrounding us. No neighbors or friends to play with meant we’d learned to entertain ourselves. I remember the day she got a new camera for Christmas and immediately started taking pictures—of everything. We’d giggle and snap pictures of each other, torment Aaron and take his picture when his girlfriend was over, and take about a hundred pictures of our pets. I smile at the memories but at the same time feel like crying because now there won’t be anymore. The memories we’ve made the last fourteen years are all I have left of her.

When Pastor Jay asked us to bring in our favorite pictures of her, I knew immediately she’d want these. I step closer and examine them, even though I’ve looked at it every single day for the past two years. Somehow today, it looks different.

There’s the one of us standing in front of the middle school on our first day of seventh grade. We were assigned different homerooms and weren’t happy about being apart. Another one shows us with our dog, Fudge, the first day we brought him home from the shelter. We’ve only had him for six months now. He was a rescue and she said she knew he was the perfect fit for our family.

After tracing the lines of each picture, I slowly walk to her casket. I pleaded with my mom to let her wear her favorite purple dress, but she refused. She said it was an ‘occasion’ dress, AKA—a happy occasion. Instead, she picked out a dark, navy blue dress that she absolutely loathed wearing. My lip curls up on one side thinking how much she’d hate wearing this dress right now. She hated wearing dresses in general, but now, oh she’d be so pissed. Part of me wants to laugh at the irony and the other part wants to rip it off her and sneak the purple dress on.

I glance down at her, curling my fingers tightly around the edge of her casket. She looks flawless, almost like she’s just sleeping. Even looking at her right now, seeing that she isn’t breathing anymore, it hasn’t all sunk in.

For the first time in days, I let myself cry. I cry harder than I ever have, I’ve held the tears in, trying to remain strong for Mom, but I can’t do it anymore. I release all the pain I’ve kept inside and apologize to her over and over.

“I’m so sorry, Ari. God, I’m so, so sorry.” I blink, wiping my cheeks off. “You hated that nickname,” I say, letting out a short laugh. I exhale a deep sigh. “I’m going to miss you so much,” I whisper, reaching for her hand. “I’m going to miss you sneaking in my bed and sleeping with me every time a storm hit. I’m going to miss staying up late on weekends, gossiping about Brady Carmichael and all the guys on the basketball team. Or the girls who think purple lipstick is in.” I chuckle softly to myself. “I’m even going to miss arguing with you over who gets to use the shower first. It was like our little tradition, I guess.” My lips soften, curling up on both sides at the happy memories. “Truthfully, I’m going to miss everything about you.” I lean down and kiss the top of her forehead. “I love you.”

I hear footsteps in the hall and take that as my cue to start heading out. People will be arriving soon, and I’m not quite sure I’m strong enough to deal with everyone. Half feel sorry for me and the other half blame me.

I’m not sure which one is worse.

“Aspen…” I hear my dad’s deep voice. I turn and face him, his lips set in a firm line, his eyes as empty as I feel right now. “Your mother wants to talk to you.”

I swallow at his tense features, but nod and follow him out of the room. He’s barely speaks or looks at me now. I’m only a constant reminder of what happened—of who he’s lost—of how our lives are forever changed.

He leads me to a small room on the other side of the hall where she’s sitting with her nose buried in a handkerchief.

I stand in front of her and wait. I’m not sure what to say to my mom right now—or anyone for that matter. I’m not sure there’s anything I can say.

“I need to hear the story one more time,” she chokes out. “I need to hear why my baby girl is dead.”

Her head is low and she refuses to look at me. I’ve told her and the police the story several times already, but every day since the incident she’s demanded to hear it again.

“Mom…” I begin, my eyes filling up again. “I can’t. Not again.”

“Tell me!” She raises her voice, finally tilting her head to look up at me. Her face contorted in a mixture of grief and disgust.

I do as she says. I repeat the story the same exact way I did the first dozen times. No matter how much it hurts to talk about, I explain what happened.

“How could you let that happen?” she mumbles. “How could you be so careless? I just don’t understand!”

“Mom, it’s not Aspen’s fault…” Aaron interrupts, stepping next to me.

“Mama, I’m sorry,” I burst out through a new wave of tears. I’ve apologized to her and Daddy over and over. But I know they’ll never forgive me.

I’ll never forgive me.

Aaron wraps an arm around my shoulders and cradles me to his chest. I hear my mom huff in disapproval. I push against his chest, wiping the tears off my cheeks as I storm off.

I’ll never forget the way her eyes widened in fear as she fell to her death. The way her body lay on the ground, motionless. The way her voice begged for my help as she screamed on the way down.

I’ll never forget.

I don’t tell Mom and Dad those things though. The images already haunt me in my sleep. The sound of her screaming has woken me up the past two nights. Every time I attempt to fall asleep, her dead eyes appear in my mind. It’s no use, I tell myself. There’s barely a difference between existing and sleeping now.

Life without her is pointless.

People start arriving, so Mom, Dad, Aaron, and I all stand in the front near her casket. I swallow my emotions down and refuse to cry. I shut down. I shut everything down. I let them hug me and say how sorry they are for our loss. I let them cradle my head as they press me against their chests. I let them squeeze my hands as they tell me how much she will be missed. I let them do whatever they need to express their feelings. But I don’t cry. I quietly thank them and look down at my feet.

When the service is over, we gather at the cemetery to bury her. A large bouquet of white lilies rests on her closed casket. I step forward and pull one out for myself before they lower her in the ground. Mom and Dad do the same, but they don’t look at me. Dad wraps his arm around her shoulders, holding her close as she cries.

I grip the obituary program tightly in my hand and stare down at her picture displayed on the cover. Mom used her most recent school photo from this past year, although it hadn’t been her favorite. I don’t know why though, she looked stunning as usual—bright smile, sparkling green eyes, and flowing golden blonde hair.

Underneath it reads, Loving Daughter and Sister. Gone too soon, but never forgotten. 4-10-1995 to 4–10-2009.

She died on our birthday.

I swallow as I take it all in. April tenth was our favorite day. We’d wake up early to Mom making us our favorite breakfast—the only day of the year she’d make it—Belgian waffles with melted cream cheese frosting drizzled on top and then slathered in homemade maple syrup. She used fresh blueberries—instead of frozen—on top. She called it our special birthday breakfast and every year we looked forward to it.

After breakfast, we’d rip our presents open from our parents and later on exchange the ones we made for each other. For the last few years, we’d talk Mom into letting us skip school for the day. She wouldn’t even bother arguing with us, knowing she’d eventually cave anyway. So when we woke up on our birthday five days ago, we’d done everything the exact same.

We laughed all through breakfast. Mom was going on and on about how she couldn’t believe how grown up her baby girls were getting and how old that made her feel. Aaron was three years older than us, but apparently he was born out of wedlock and didn’t count in her aging process.

After we finished eating, Mom handed us each a card and watched as we ripped them open. We both squealed when we saw the hundred-dollar bill tucked inside.

As we wrapped our arms around her, she lectured us. “Don’t spend it all in one place, girls!” We then begged her to take us to the mall so we could of course spend it on clothes and makeup.

“You’ll have to wait until your father gets back,” she said, piling the dishes into the sink. We ran upstairs and got dressed, setting our money down on the dresser and running back outside. It was warm for April, just a slight breeze in the air.

It was perfect.

I smile at the memory of our birthday traditions. It was something we’ve always shared. Should have shared forever.

She’d always tease me about how she was older, granted it was only by three minutes, but now the day would be pointless.

A painful reminder of what happened.

Of what I lost.

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Brooke Cumberland is a USA Today Bestselling author who’s a stay-at-home mom and writes full-time. She lives in the frozen tundra of Packer Nation with her husband, 4 year old wild child, and two teenage stepsons. When she’s not writing, you can find her reading love stories, listening to music that inspires her, and laughing with her family. Brooke is addicted to Starbucks coffee, leggings, and anything sweet. She found her passion for telling stories during winter break one year in grad school and she hasn’t stopped since.

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From USA Today Bestselling Author comes a new contemporary student/teacher romance standalone…

He’s my art professor.
I’m his student.
With an electric connection and undeniable chemistry, I know it won’t be long until one of us cracks.

When the opportunity arises to pose naked for the entire art class, I can’t help the thrill of knowing he’ll be watching me.
While they all look past me with their eyes narrowed and concentrated, drawing only the lines and angles of my body, he sees right through me down to my vulnerability.
He sees more than just the physical aspects—he sees me.
That’s when I see the struggle in his features as he tries to stay in control.

How do we keep our distance when everything seems to be pulling us together?
What feels so right can only go wrong if we keep pushing the limits.

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A Thank You Note to my Readers

Thank you for putting Dangerous Temptations on the USA Today Bestseller’s list!

 

To my readers,

So something amazing happened last week… you helped put Dangerous Temptations on the USA Today Bestseller’s List!! …which BLEW ME AWAY!!

 

There’s been times where I wonder if I’m crazy for making writing my full-time career. There are times I feel so broken and down that I wonder if I’ll ever get out of the black hole of self-doubt and insecurity. There are times I can’t believe this is real life—that readers all across the globe are reading my words. And that you take the time out of your day to message me and tell me how much you loved one of my books.

It’s all so surreal.

And I’m eternally grateful.

I don’t think there’s a single author who doesn’t wake up every day and think, “Wow…I get to do what I LOVE for a living every day!” Because no matter how much time passes or how many books I publish, it still doesn’t seem real. I was just a girl struggling to stay on track for my online grad classes when I picked up my first digital book on my iPad. I was that girl who went for realistic rather than optimistic. But once I discovered the world of eBooks and a whole reading community I hadn’t known existed, I became addicted.

Long story short, two years later, you’ve put my name on the USA Today Bestseller’s List three times! When I started out, the thought of hitting a list never even crossed my mind. It seemed so out of reach, that I didn’t dwell on it. And even now that it’s happened, I still have a hard time believing it.

But you believed in me.

You picked my books up, read them, & left reviews.

You anxiously waited for more and once again picked it up and read and reviewed it.

It all overwhelms me. Like emotional-roller-coaster-of-tears-and-laughter—overwhelming.

All in the best way possible.

I’m so thankful.

I’ll never take this blessing for granted. Even through the dark days, the self-doubt days, and over exhausted because I haven’t slept in weeks days. I love every part of this journey. It’s given me so much more than I ever expected. It’s healed me. It’s saved me from going down a dark, depressive path. It’s given me hope that even after hitting rock bottom, you can pull yourself up and begin again.

Never let anyone convince you that you can’t do something… because although most people turned their heads at me when I told them what I write, I’ve proved to myself over and over that I can do this. I can put my mind to something and succeed. Even through all the failures and screw ups, I keep going. And to me, that right there is successful.

So my dear readers, thank you. Thank you for being so passionate about books and wanting to connect with authors. Thank you for interacting with me, sharing your lives with me, and being the reason I can continue doing what I love.

You’re all amazing!

 

*Hugs & Kisses*

Brooke xoxo

 

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He’s my art professor.

I’m his student.

With an electric connection and undeniable chemistry, I know it won’t be long until one of us cracks.

When the opportunity arises to pose naked for the entire art class, I can’t help the thrill of knowing he’ll be watching me.

While they all look past me with their eyes narrowed and concentrated, drawing only the lines and angles of my body, he sees right through me down to my vulnerability.

He sees more than just the physical aspects—he sees me.

That’s when I see the struggle in his features as he tries to stay in control.

How do we keep our distance when everything seems to be pulling us together?

What feels so right can only go wrong if we keep pushing the limits.

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I grab the painting in one hand and the easel in the other. I begin walking in the other direction to put my things away and say over my shoulder, “I think, Professor Hampton, that’s considered favoritism.”

“Technically, class is over. So I don’t think that counts,” he counters, amusement in his tone. I turn around and see a wicked grin spread across his face.

“I think it definitely counts.” I grab the last of my things and toss my bag over my shoulder, standing in front of him. “Thank you for earlier.”

“You already said that.”

“I know.” I blush. “But maybe we can pretend it never happened?”

He takes a step closer, adjusting the strap that fell off my shoulder. My breath hitches as his knuckles press against my bare arm. His eyes remain locked on mine as he responds, “What didn’t happen?”

I smile in return, my eyes dropping to the floor before looking back up at him. “Thanks.”

I step around him and walk toward the door, but his voice stops me in my tracks. “Are you working at the studio this weekend?”

I quickly spin around, his question taking me off guard. “Yeah. Sunday.”

“Then I’ll see you there.” His eyes soften as he looks at me.

“Ms. Jones know that?” I tease, raising my brows.

“She’s the one that recruited me.” He shrugs. “Can’t say no to that woman.” He shakes his head, smirking.

I laugh. “Tell me about it.”

“Have a great rest of your week, Aspen.”

“You too.” I try to control my breathing as I walk out the door.

I don’t know what it is, but being around Professor Hampton brings out emotions in me I haven’t ever felt before. One minute my heart is beating so hard, I think it’ll beat right out of my chest, and the next I’m practically passing out in front of him. It’s as if he intentionally gets close to me, making it nearly impossible to think straight. But when it’s just the two of us alone, it almost feels natural. A teacher and student who both enjoy art and discussing it. A teacher and student that can’t seem to stay away from each other in or outside of the classroom. A teacher and student that hardly know anything about each other, but the attraction is so intense, keeps pulling them together.

A teacher and student that cannot become more than a teacher and student.

 

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