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This Is
This Is Series Books 1-4
Natasha Madison
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Copyright © 2021 by Natasha Madison
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons or living or dead, events or locals are entirely coincidental.
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Stone Family Tree
SOMETHING SO, THIS IS AND ONLY ONE FAMILY TREE!
Hockey Series
SOMETHING SO SERIES
Something So Right
Parker & Cooper Stone
Matthew Grant (Something So Perfect)
Allison Grant (Something So Irresistible)
Zara Stone (This Is Crazy)
Zoe Stone (This Is Wild)
Justin Stone (This Is Forever)
Something So Perfect
Matthew Grant & Karrie Cooley
Cooper Grant (Only One Regret)
Frances Grant (Only One Love)
Vivienne Grant
Chase Grant
Something So Irresistible
Allison Grant & Max Horton
Michael Horton (Only One Mistake)
Alexandria Horton
Something So Unscripted
Denise Horton & Zack Morrow
Jack Morrow
Joshua Morrow
Elizabeth Morrow
THIS IS SERIES
This Is Crazy
Zara Stone & Evan Richards
Zoey Richards
This Is Wild
Zoe Stone & Viktor Petrov
Matthew Petrov
Zara Petrov
This Is Love
Vivienne Paradis & Mark Dimitris
Karrie Dimitris
Stefano Dimitris
Angelica Dimitris
This Is Forever
Caroline Woods & Justin Stone
Dylan Stone (Formally Woods)
Christopher Stone
Gabriella Stone
Abigail Stone
ONLY ONE SERIES
Only One Kiss
Candace Richards & Ralph Weber
Ariella Weber
Brookes Weber
Only One Chance
Layla Paterson & Miller Adams
Clarke Adams
Only One Night
Evelyn & Manning Stevenson
Jaxon Stevenson
Victoria Stevenson
Only One Touch
Becca & Nico Harrison
Phoenix Harrison
Dallas Harrison
Only One Regret
Erika Robinson & Cooper Grant
Emma Grant
Mia Grant
Parker Grant
Matthew Grant
Only One Mistake
Jillian & Michael Horton
Jamieson Horton
Only One Love
Frances Grant & Brad Wilson
Contents
This Is Crazy
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Epilogue One
Epilogue Two
Acknowledgments
This Is Wild
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Epilogue One
Epilogue Two
Acknowledgments
This Is Love
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Epilogue One
Epilogue Two
Acknowledgments
This Is Forever
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Epilogue One
Epilogue Two
Acknowledgments
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Chapter One
Zara
“Do you want to car pool to Mom and Dad’s after the game?” Zoe asks me, forcing me to look up from the salad I’m scooting around my plate.
I shrug. “I guess it would make the most sense.” I drop my fork.
“It’s been four months.” She raises her voice to get my attention. “Four months, not weeks.” She leans toward me to hiss the last part.
“I know … it’s just …” I don’t know how to explain it. “I really loved him.”
Zoe leans back in her chair, and I look at her. We couldn’t be more different in style. She is always dressed for business whereas I’m sitting here in my tight light blue jeans with a white tank top and a long gray knitted sweater. Sure, I have Louboutin on my feet and my tan Hermes purse, but other than that, my long blond hair is piled on top of my head while hers is long to her waist in loose curls. “We are going to leave here. We are going to go to your house, and then I’m going to choose an outfit for you.” I raise an eyebrow, and she rolls her eyes. “Okay fine, you will help me pick out an outfit for you this Saturday. You are going to dress up and put on more than just mascara.”
“I wear makeup. I’m just working from home today,” I tell her. I mean, I put on some foundation and lip gloss yesterday when I had to meet a client. I even did my hair. Okay fine, there was half a bottle of dry shampoo in my hair, but it was sort of styled.
“I think it’s safe to say the mourning of Ed is over.” She picks up her water and raises her hand when she sees the waitress. “You’ve done the ‘he left me, let’s eat ice cream’ for a week.” I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms. “Then you did the ‘why didn’t he love me’ song for two weeks.”
“It was a day,” I point out, and she now raises her eyebrow at me. “Okay fine, it was two weeks, but seriously, I loved him.”
“Well, I think we are going in the right direction. You just used the past tense of love,” she says, clapping her hands. I exhale a big breath I didn’t know I was holding. “Anyway, the point is that you need to get back on that horse.”
“What if all I’m riding are donkeys?” I ask. “What if I never fall in love again?”
“Are you kidding me?” she snaps, and I know her sympathy is out the window. In fact, it was out the window two days after the breakup. “Did you really love him?”
“Yes,” I shriek.
“He didn’t even know you were faking,” she hisses, trying to whisper, and I gasp. “Every time.”
“That was a secret.” I reach for my bag and start to get up, and she tosses the napkin that was on her lap on the table. “A secret between twins.”
“I know what a secret between twins means, jackass.” She calls me the name I hate. “I’ve obviously kept it a secret because you don’t have Vivienne blowing up your phone.”
I don’t say anything to her while we walk out, but she isn’t wrong. Vivienne is my sister-in-law Karrie’s best friend. She’s originally from France but now calls New York home. She has one rule when it comes to dating—it’s sex and nothing but sex—and she’s very vocal about how many times she gets it and how good she gets it. So if she knew that I got it and didn’t get it good, she would have rectified that. We walk out to the busy street, hearing the sound of honking everywhere.
“Where are you going now?” she asks me, and I look at the Town Car parked at the curb waiting for her. “I’m heading back to the office. Did you need a lift?” she says, walking to the car. The driver gets out to open her door for her, and she shakes her head. “Ricky, you don’t need to open my door.”
“Ms. Stone.” He starts talking. “Your father gave me strict orders to make sure you were well taken care of.”
I try to hide my laughter by rolling my lips. My parents are huge Dateline fans, and when they watched the one where the real estate agent was killed showing a house, they went a touch overboard by hiring him to drive and stay with her everywhere. That was two months ago, but she is the sensible one who will give in to them until she snaps. Me, on the other hand, I would have squashed that idea the minute they mentioned it.
“It’s finally a nice day, so I think I’m going to walk,” I tell her, and she looks at me in surprise. “It’s two blocks. I can survive.” I laugh and blow her a kiss, then turn to walk down the sidewalk toward my brownstone. You can tell spring is in the air; the birds are chirping, and the trees are finally starting to get some green on them. I stop at the flower shop around the corner from my house and pick up some tulips. My feet finally start to hate me when I’m walking up the stairs to the brownstone. I unlock the door and slip my shoes off, then make my way to the kitchen to find a glass vase.
“Bring some sunshine to my day,” I tell myself, placing the glass vase with pink tulips in the middle of the white counter. My phone pings, and when I walk back to my purse and pick it up, I see a couple of messages from a couple of clients. I walk up the stairs to my office when another one ping comes in. This time, it’s from Vivi.
Vivi: I heard you are taking your vagina out for a walk again. See you Saturday.
I shake my head and immediately text Zoe.
Me: What did you tell Vivi?
She responds immediately.
Zoe: That you are finally ready to come out and socialize.
I toss my phone down and block it all out while I work, only looking up when my stomach rumbles. I close my computer and walk downstairs, taking out a prepared meal that my mother had sent over. The rest of the week was uneventful. I was swamped at work with the summer season coming and people already arranging their summer wardrobe.
I’m bending down to zip up my suede black high heel bootie when the doorbell rings, but then the door opens. “Bonjour,” I hear singsonged and know it’s Vivienne.
“We’re here,” I hear Zoe yell from the stairs.
“Coming.” I grab my black suede jacket and slip it on. I pull my hair out of the jacket and grab the gray knitted scarf to wrap around my neck. I walk down the stairs and look for them in the living room, but it’s empty. I hear giggling and know that they are most likely in the kitchen. I walk in, and Vivienne is just toasting with her wine glass.
“Jesus, we get it,” Vivi says. “You’re in mourning.” I look down at my outfit. Okay, the black jeans with matching shirt.
