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Right Gift. Wrong Day
Published by: Swoon Romance
Publication date: November 24th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
Tyler Richardson is freaking out! Not only did he invite his new girlfriend to meet his entire family, this is also the day they will exchange gifts. But what do you get a girl after dating for only two weeks? Should he listen to his friends and just give her a card, or should he ask for a second opinion?
Layla can’t believe she agreed to have dinner with Tyler and his family. What if they don’t like her? To make matter’s worse, they agreed to exchange Christmas gifts. The boy already has everything. And what if she gets him something that’s nicer than what he gets her? That would be really awkward. Asking him what he would like is completely out of the question. Maybe she should ask his friends for help.
After a rocky start, Tyler and Layla’s relationship is everybody’s relationship goals. But can Tyler and Layla survive the holidays without losing their cool?
RIGHT GIFT WRONG DAY is a hilarious companion novella to RIGHT TEXT WRONG NUMBER from Natalie Decker.
Natalie Decker is the author of RIVAL LOVE series and the Scandalous Boys series. She loves oceans, sunsets, sand between her toes, and carefree days. Her imagination is always going, which some find odd. But she believes in seeing the world in a different light at all times. Her first passion for writing started at age twelve when she had to write a poem for English class. However, seventh grade wasn't her favorite time and books were her source of comfort. She took all college prep classes in High school, and attended the University of Akron. Although she studied Mathematics she never lost her passion for writing or her comfort in books. She's a mean cook in the kitchen, loves her family and friends and her awesome dog infinity times infinity. If she's not writing, reading, traveling, hanging out with her family and friends, then she's off having an adventure. Because Natalie believes in a saying: Your life is your own journey, so make it amazing!
Find out more visit: www.authornataliedecker.com
“I have a fundraiser this weekend and then we’re hosting a Christmas party the following weekend. I think it would be a great idea to bring your girlfriend to the Christmas party. Layla is her name, correct?”
“Yes, but I’m not bringing her here.” Not yet. They’re not going to judge her or belittle her as soon as her back is turned. I won’t allow it.
“Why not? Don’t you think we have a right to meet the person who is taking up so much of your time lately?”
That must be the joke of the hour. They never gave a crap before, so long as my butt wasn’t in jail, or doing anything to embarrass the family name. They didn’t care where I was. So why the change now?
“We’re not that serious yet.” I try to make it sound like nothing.
“I met your father’s family an hour after our first date.”
I want to say, “and look how well that turned out.” Mom’s miserable. Dad’s a douche. But congrats on upgrading your social status in life, ‘cause that’s what really matters. Pretty sure if I said any of this, my mom would slap the hell out of me.
“I don’t care. I’ll invite her but if she says no then that’s it. I’m not going to push her to meet you and Dad,” I say.
“Oh, she won’t just be meeting us. Your sister and her husband are coming as well as your aunts and uncles and everyone at your father’s firm.”
I narrow my eyes. “The whole family and Dad’s firm? Absolutely not.”
Omigod! Omigod! I don’t know why I just agreed to meet his entire family. Are we really at that step in our relationship? I don’t think I’m ready for this.
I didn’t meet Adam’s family until we had been seeing each other for a good five months, and even that was by pure accident. I ran into them during one of those free physical screenings at school. Talk about awkward. His mom had this look on her face like, “who’s this girl hugging my son?” She called me “dearest,” and Adam, well, he stood there turning red like I was embarrassing him in front of his mother. His little sister gave me the stink eye. His dad kept clearing his throat.
Tyler and I have only been dating officially for a week. What if his family hates me? What if they take one look at me and tell him to dump me?
I’m freaking out. The other issue that has me worked up; is Christmas. Yeah, I know it comes every year. But things around our house have been a little bland since my dad died. Our house used to be decked out in decorations. Since my dad’s death, my mom just puts up a tree, if you can even call it that. It’s a five-foot artificial tree, and this year, only two parts of it are lit. She doesn’t care enough to buy a new one or add lights to it. I miss our banisters and every other section of the house decorated with ribbons and garland and the smell of cinnamon wafting throughout the house. Instead, it looks like we’re celebrating Halloween or some other holiday we’re not really into.
Aside from my house lacking the Christmas spirit, I’m worried about gifts. Not in receiving but giving. Am I supposed to only get Tyler a gift, or am I supposed to get ones for his family too? And what do I possibly get a guy who already has everything?
Layla’s name pops up on my phone. I slide my finger across the screen and say, “Hey, thank God you called.”
“Is your girlfriend with you?”
“What? Lay … Juliet?”
“Yeah. She still has my phone and isn’t picking up. I assume that means she’s with you, or she’s avoiding me. I know what she did, so there is no use protecting her. Just put her on the phone.”
I sigh. “Juliet, I’d love to help you out, but she’s not with me. Also, I don’t have your number, so I can’t call her.”
“When you see her, tell her that when I agreed to hand over my phone, it did not mean I wanted her to go through it.”
“I’m not an errand boy. But if she does stop by, I’ll let her know to call. You can’t be pissed off though. Right? I am sure it was an accident.”
“I know it most likely was, but it still shouldn’t have happened. The both of you could never get this. You two can get away with crap like this, and it won’t really affect your social life. Me though? I can’t. She just ruined any kind of social existence I had.”
“It’s fine, Juliet. I’ll fix it, but this means you owe me.”
I hear her mumble something.
“What was that?” I ask.
“I don’t owe you anything!”
“You do. It’s nothing big, I swear. Just be ready when I need you.”
The phone line goes dead. My football wallpaper appears. Dammit.
“Juliet would love this!” I grab a cooling rack for cookies.
“She bakes?” Jared asks.
“My sister makes the most amazing cookies ever.”
Jared smiles. “I can see that.”
Could he? She doesn’t really give off the Suzie-homemaker vibe. Lately, she’s been giving off the “everyone can go to hell” vibe. Thinking about her makes me worry all over again.
“I should probably call her.” At least tell her I’m sorry about the texting accident.
Jared’s fist tightens. “She’s really bad off, isn’t she?”
I don’t want to go into all the details with him. So, I’m not going to mention her lack of hygiene as of late because that’s embarrassing. Or, the fact that her room makes me cringe in fear because this is just a phase. She’ll snap out of it. Eventually. Until then, I also won’t mention that she’s mastered “total resting bitch face” like a pro. Because the heartache Mark caused my sister made her like this. That person who looks like my sister and stays in her room, is not the same sister I grew up with. Instead, I say the only thing I can, “He was her first boyfriend. I can’t be sure about this, but I also think he was her first kiss.” I wince as I realize Juliet would not want him to know that. “Promise you won’t repeat that.”
Jared’s jaw tightens again. “I’m not a gossip.”
He turns his intense gaze from mine, and I swear if Mark was in front of us, I think Jared might hurt him. Does Jared still have feelings for my sister? I didn’t think he did because he seemed cold toward Juliet at the dance. At least that’s what she told me.
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