Breaking the Rules of Love

Breaking the Rules of Love Jenna Rose Copyright © 2022 by Jenna Rose All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. About the Book Sadie No men. That’s my rule. Well, no relationships at least. No marriage. Some people, like my mom, think I’m crazy for having a rule like that. But what would you do if your last husband stole your life savings, gambled it all away and then ran off on you with your best friend in the whole world, never to be seen again? I’m single and I’m happy, thank you very much. I’ll do something casual – especially if it’s with the buff, dreamy guy who just moved in next door. But I have a feeling he wants more. Bad news for him though. He’s not going to get it. Jake So Sadie’s got a rule, but you know what they say about rules, right? They’re made to be broken, and I’m just the man to break hers. After years in the service, I thought my soul had grown cold, but every time I look at this girl, a fire lights up inside me. She wants me a night at a time, but I want every night she has to give me. And what I want, I get. It’s only a matter of time before she figures that out. More Jenna Rose Jenna Rose on Amazon Jenna Rose on Facebook Sign up for my Newsletter Join my TikTok If you liked the book, please consider leaving a review on Amazon. It really helps us authors! Facebook Twitter Instagram Contents 1. Sadie 2. Sadie 3. Sadie 4. Jake 5. Jake 6. Jake 7. Jake 8. Sadie 9. Sadie 10. Jake 11. Jake 12. Jake 13. Jake 14. Sadie 15. Jake 16. Sadie 17. Jake 18. Sadie 19. Sadie 20. Sadie 21. Sadie 22. Sadie 23. Jake 24. Jake 25. Jake 26. Jake 27. Jake 28. Jake 29. Sadie 30. Sadie 31. Sadie 32. Jake 33. Jake 34. Jake 35. Jake 36. Sadie 37. Sadie 38. Sadie 39. Jake 40. Jake 41. Jake 42. Jake 43. Jake 44. Jake 45. Jake 46. Sadie 47. Sadie 48. Jake 49. Sadie 50. Sadie Epilogue Epilogue More Jenna Rose His Only Desire Box set 1 Sadie I love my mom, but sometimes I wish I had the nerve to either give her a nice punch in the guts or just block her phone calls. “You’re going to end up a sad, single, childless old maid, Sadie,” my mom says, giving me that I-know-best look on the other end of our FaceTime call. But even if I did block her, I know she’d just drive over here to bother me in person. Her house is, after all, less than half an hour away. “Thanks, Mom,” I reply, giving her a fake smile. “I appreciate that.” “You know I’m just looking out for you, Sadie-bear,” she replies. “This no-relationship rule of yours is beyond silly. You just turned 30, sweetie. You’re not exactly young and fertile anymore. The men aren’t going to be beating down your door much longer.” My jaw tightens, and I feel my insides start to twist up, but I try not to show it. You love her, Sadie. You do. You don’t want to kill her. “This is you looking out for me?” “You need to find a man you can at least tolerate,” she explains. “A man you can show that you’re a good woman with domestic skills and lock his butt down!” She’s in one of her moods right now. I call them her “mom moods” that are basically impossible to shake her out of. Like a boxer working the bag, I just have to let her tire herself out. “I see.” I take a sip of my jasmine tea, prop my phone up against my stack of landscape photography coffee table books, and lean my chin on my hand. “Anything else, Mom?” She frowns. “Actually yes!” I don’t even disguise my deep sigh. “You need to stop sleeping around.” “Okay, that’s it,” I gasp, sitting up. “I’ve got to go–” “Sit back down, young lady!” my mom snaps. I may be a grown woman, but when my mom takes that tone, it still has the same effect on me as it did when I was a little girl. I plant my butt right back down on the couch and frown at my phone screen. “Now you listen to me,” she continues. “A good man is not going to like to hear that his would-be wife has been going around…practicing with every xy chromosome out there with a pulse!” “That is not what I’ve been doing, Mom!” “Oh, so you’re changing your story now?” she asks. God this is awkward. I knew I never should have had that conversation with her in the first place. But I guess now it’s too late. Lesson learned: Your mom is not your best friend. Watch what you tell her. “I know what you’re referring to–” “When you said you were going to be having casual sex with tons of men?” my mom asks with disgust. “Again, that’s not what I said.” My face is on fire now. I must look like a big, blown-up tomato with a pair of eyes and lips on it. “Well, what did you say then?” she asks indignantly. “What I said was,” I snap back, “that after what happened with Howard, I was not going to get married again. But if the right man came along, I might consider something more casual with him than marriage. Okay?” The horror of having this conversation with my mother is nearly too much to bear. This is a conversation I should be having with Julia from work—who would understand what it is