Surviving the Holly-Days (Breaking Bro Code #2)

Prologue

Well, well, well… if you’re here because your Kindle got the equivalent of a drunk walk of shame delivered straight to your library, we need to talk.

You might’ve cracked open the last five chapters of this book only to discover they were served up like a regrettable 2 a.m. drunk text—messy, incoherent, and entirely too bold for their own good. Maybe they danced on a table, confessed their undying love to a stranger, and then face-planted into your literary DMs.

Embarrassing?

Oh, you bet.

But at least no one threw up on your shoes.

Honestly, it was less "holiday cheer" and more "holiday oops," but we’re here now, and the sober rewrite has arrived. Let’s all agree to pretend it never happened.

I know, I know. You’re here for spicy banter and holiday chaos, not to witness the literary equivalent of an ill-advised karaoke session that definitely didn’t hit the right notes.

And here’s where it gets fun—this shit happens to me all the time.

Haunting levels of chaos seem to follow my manuscripts like it’s their full-time job. Just ask my alpha reader and story extraordinaire, Christiana—you may know her as Concepts by Canea or Canea Cox—she’s witnessed some seriously perplexing shit.

So, hold your Ouija boards, troublemakers—I don’t need ghostwriters of that kind. Or any kind, but you’re picking up what I’m putting down.

Problem solvers? Send sage. Preferably in bulk.

Don’t worry—this is the sober, cleaned-up, less haunted version. The one that’s had a coffee, taken an aspirin, and is ready to get its act together for you.

Now, onward to the chaos as it was meant to be:

GI Jackass and Holly McAdams going head-to-head (and mistletoe-to-thigh-high socks) in a holiday romcom that’s finally got its act together.

Promise.

Well… mostly.

~ Echo