All of the Rogers COVER REVEAL!

I'm so excited to share the cover for ALL OF THE ROGERS! This story is very close to my heart and I can't wait for you to read it! Check out the excerpt below. 

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"How can you love someone so much, and need space from them at the same time?"

My alarm goes off at four am. It takes an hour to get to the studio, and then my ballet training begins. I go to school for a few hours, and then it’s back to the studio for more training. Go to bed. Repeat the whole process the next day.

I hate it.

My time at school is a blur, except for biology. I don’t rush through that class, because I get to see Roger Byrnes. He probably doesn’t even know I exist, but my heart beats a little faster when I see him walk through the classroom door with his messy hair and carefree attitude. He has so much energy. But then he stares off into the distance, and I wonder what he’s thinking. It’s the highlight of my day.

I wish I could quit ballet so I could be a normal teenager. Someone who Roger would want to be with. I could use some excitement in my life…I bet Roger could give that to me.

I offer to go get him a blanket, but he refuses. Roger crawls onto the seat and lies down, immediately closing his eyes. Without seeing, he reaches out and grabs my hand before I have a chance to close the door and walk back to my house.

“Stay?” he asks. “Sleep with me here. I can’t sleep without you.”

I look at his face. His eyes are closed, and his smooth, milky skin reminds me of a baby. He’s so beautiful.

“Just for a little bit,” I say. I curl up on top of him.

His arm drapes over me and cups my shoulder. His other arm curves across my lower back, keeping me from falling off this one chair we’re both lying on. I can tell how tired he is. He might even be asleep already, but his muscles feel so strong under me. Even in his deepest sleep, I don’t believe he would let me fall off this chair or move away from him.

“Don’t you think it’s funny that our anniversary is on your birthday and prom is on mine?” he asks in a whisper.

But he’s not anticipating a response. I feel his chest relax under me, and I know he’s on the verge of being asleep.

“What do you want for your birthday?” I ask, not knowing if he’s awake enough to answer.

“I just want you to love me forever,” he mumbles.

Then, his breathing evens out.

I breathe in deep through my nose, giving him time to drift off further. “I don’t think I can ever stop loving you. But I can’t do this forever,” I say, knowing he’s fallen asleep, so he can’t hear me.