One boy will give me my very first kiss.
One boy will teach me to make out.
One boy will take me to prom.
And finally, one boy will ask me to marry him.
They will both be my best friends.
But only one of them will be the boy I fall in love with.
Only one of them is That Boy.
That Baby will be released on January 30th 2015 and is the final conclusion to the beautiful heart-warming That Boy Series. It is a story of finding your one true love and the obstacles along the way.
To celebrate the release of That Baby, Jillian has given the entire series a FRESH LOOK with BRAND NEW COVERS! And, has offered a sneak peek and one lucky winner a digital (ebook) of That Boy and That Wedding!
One boy will teach me to make out.
One boy will take me to prom.
And finally, one boy will ask me to marry him.
They will both be my best friends.
But only one of them will be the boy I fall in love with.
Only one of them is That Boy.
That Baby will be released on January 30th 2015 and is the final conclusion to the beautiful heart-warming That Boy Series. It is a story of finding your one true love and the obstacles along the way.
To celebrate the release of That Baby, Jillian has given the entire series a FRESH LOOK with BRAND NEW COVERS! And, has offered a sneak peek and one lucky winner a digital (ebook) of That Boy and That Wedding!
Sneak Peek: That Baby
Book Three, Final
January 30th 2015
I wake up stilling feeling kinda crappy, but I don’t puke! I’m thinking, Thank you, God, but, still, where is Mother Nature when you need her?
Still no period, and I’m starting to believe that maybe I am pregnant. Phillip says that since I am still sick or whatever, that he will unpack, while I watch and tell him where I want stuff.
So we do that.
And I can’t help it. The thought actually crosses my mind that it might be cool if I were pregnant. I know the timing is not right at all, but Phillip is so amazing, so sweet, so good to me. It seems kind of selfish of me to want to hog all that love and keep it for myself. He’s going to be a great dad and a wonderful husband, of that I have no doubt.
And this afternoon, when he drives twenty-two miles to get me what Danny dubs as the best chicken noodle soup in Kansas City, I almost want to cry because I feel so lucky and loved.
We sit at our new kitchen table and eat warm, soft dinner rolls, and the amazing chicken soup together.
I know I look like shit. I haven’t showered or brushed my hair in two days, but Phillip doesn’t seem to care. He still looks at me like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world.
I’m so seriously lucky.
I also seriously have to pee.
It is at this point in my life that I realize Mother Nature has a very warped sense of humor.
My period has arrived. And I should be relieved. I should be jumping with joy happy. I should go out screaming, Phillip, it’s okay!! My period is here!! Lets celebrate!
But that’s not how I’m feeling. I feel, well, I’m still trying to wrap my head around how I’m feeling. Because the way I’m feeling is a shock even to myself. I’m feeling, um, well, I’m feeling quite sad actually.
I’m feeling let down.
And I have no idea why.
I walk back out to the living room and tell Phillip quietly, “I just got my period.”
He looks kinda crushed, and I just start bawling. I know most of us women get a little weepy feeling when our hormones are doing whatever it is that they do when we get our periods. I always tend to feel fat, ugly, and sorry for myself. When I went on the pill in college, that seemed to help those symptoms lessen, and I’m lucky that I rarely even get cramps anymore. But this is more than hormones, this is sadness.
I can’t believe I’m thinking this, but I think I might be sad I’m not pregnant.
And I can see disappointment written all over Phillip’s face. He really looks like he could cry. I start blubbering to Phillip, “I’m sorry, Phillip, I’m sorry I let you down, I know you wanted me to be, and I wasn’t sure, and now I’m like so sad that I’m not, and I love you, and blabber, blabber, blabber.” I don't even know what I’m saying.
Phillip holds me tight and just listens. When I’m done blathering on, he says, “It’s okay. I’m not mad, but I will admit I got a little excited about the possibility. Maybe we learned something?”
“Like what?” I sob. “That maybe we don’t need to wait? Like maybe you are ready, we’re ready?”
“Yeah, maybe we are.”
Still no period, and I’m starting to believe that maybe I am pregnant. Phillip says that since I am still sick or whatever, that he will unpack, while I watch and tell him where I want stuff.
So we do that.
And I can’t help it. The thought actually crosses my mind that it might be cool if I were pregnant. I know the timing is not right at all, but Phillip is so amazing, so sweet, so good to me. It seems kind of selfish of me to want to hog all that love and keep it for myself. He’s going to be a great dad and a wonderful husband, of that I have no doubt.
And this afternoon, when he drives twenty-two miles to get me what Danny dubs as the best chicken noodle soup in Kansas City, I almost want to cry because I feel so lucky and loved.
We sit at our new kitchen table and eat warm, soft dinner rolls, and the amazing chicken soup together.
I know I look like shit. I haven’t showered or brushed my hair in two days, but Phillip doesn’t seem to care. He still looks at me like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world.
I’m so seriously lucky.
I also seriously have to pee.
It is at this point in my life that I realize Mother Nature has a very warped sense of humor.
My period has arrived. And I should be relieved. I should be jumping with joy happy. I should go out screaming, Phillip, it’s okay!! My period is here!! Lets celebrate!
But that’s not how I’m feeling. I feel, well, I’m still trying to wrap my head around how I’m feeling. Because the way I’m feeling is a shock even to myself. I’m feeling, um, well, I’m feeling quite sad actually.
I’m feeling let down.
And I have no idea why.
I walk back out to the living room and tell Phillip quietly, “I just got my period.”
He looks kinda crushed, and I just start bawling. I know most of us women get a little weepy feeling when our hormones are doing whatever it is that they do when we get our periods. I always tend to feel fat, ugly, and sorry for myself. When I went on the pill in college, that seemed to help those symptoms lessen, and I’m lucky that I rarely even get cramps anymore. But this is more than hormones, this is sadness.
I can’t believe I’m thinking this, but I think I might be sad I’m not pregnant.
And I can see disappointment written all over Phillip’s face. He really looks like he could cry. I start blubbering to Phillip, “I’m sorry, Phillip, I’m sorry I let you down, I know you wanted me to be, and I wasn’t sure, and now I’m like so sad that I’m not, and I love you, and blabber, blabber, blabber.” I don't even know what I’m saying.
Phillip holds me tight and just listens. When I’m done blathering on, he says, “It’s okay. I’m not mad, but I will admit I got a little excited about the possibility. Maybe we learned something?”
“Like what?” I sob. “That maybe we don’t need to wait? Like maybe you are ready, we’re ready?”
“Yeah, maybe we are.”
That Boy
Book One
That Boy is a contemporary romance about falling in love with the boys next door.
You know, being friends with two cute boys does have its benefits.
There's Danny. Danny is a golden boy in every way. He has dreamy blue eyes and blonde hair that always looks perfect, even when it’s windblown or been stuck under a football helmet. He’s the boy every girl crushes on. The boy I get into trouble with, the boy I fight with, the hot quarterback no girl can resist, not even me. Being with Danny is like being on an adventure. He has a bright, contagious smile and abs to die for. He’s pretty much irresistible.
Equally crush worthy is Phillip. Adorable, sweet Phillip, who I have known since birth. Phillip has dark hair, a perfect smile, brown eyes, and the sexiest voice I have ever heard. He’s the boy I talk to every night before I go to sleep. The boy who rescues me, the boy who can read my mind, the boy who is always there for me, the boy who tries to keep me out of trouble, the boy who irritatingly keeps getting hotter, and whose strong arms always seem to find their way around me. And when he gives me that grin, I can never say no.
One boy will give me my very first kiss.
One boy will teach me to make out.
One boy will take me to prom.
And finally, one boy will ask me to marry him.
They will both be my best friends.
But only one of them will be the boy I fall in love with.
Only one of them is That Boy.
You know, being friends with two cute boys does have its benefits.
There's Danny. Danny is a golden boy in every way. He has dreamy blue eyes and blonde hair that always looks perfect, even when it’s windblown or been stuck under a football helmet. He’s the boy every girl crushes on. The boy I get into trouble with, the boy I fight with, the hot quarterback no girl can resist, not even me. Being with Danny is like being on an adventure. He has a bright, contagious smile and abs to die for. He’s pretty much irresistible.
Equally crush worthy is Phillip. Adorable, sweet Phillip, who I have known since birth. Phillip has dark hair, a perfect smile, brown eyes, and the sexiest voice I have ever heard. He’s the boy I talk to every night before I go to sleep. The boy who rescues me, the boy who can read my mind, the boy who is always there for me, the boy who tries to keep me out of trouble, the boy who irritatingly keeps getting hotter, and whose strong arms always seem to find their way around me. And when he gives me that grin, I can never say no.
One boy will give me my very first kiss.
One boy will teach me to make out.
One boy will take me to prom.
And finally, one boy will ask me to marry him.
They will both be my best friends.
But only one of them will be the boy I fall in love with.
Only one of them is That Boy.
Book Trailer: That Boy
by Mollie Kay Harper (Tough Critic Reviews)
That Wedding
Book Two
The gorgeous engagement ring on my finger mimics my happiness.
I feel so sparkly, glittery, and full of promise, because I absolutely know he's that boy.
The boy I want to marry. My prince. My happily ever after.
But then our pastor starts asking lots of questions.
His parents say I haven’t dealt with my past.
I have horrible wedding disaster dreams.
I can’t find the perfect dress.
I have to manipulate him to get my way.
An old boyfriend asks me to run away with him.
My best friend says I'm going to ruin everything.
And forever starts to sound like a really long time.
Which totally freaks me out and makes me question everything I know.
Should best friends get married?
Will my past affect our relationship?
Are my horrible dreams a warning?
Will I ever find a dress?
Could his sexiness be clouding my judgment?
Am I going to ruin everything?
Or is it just a case of cold feet?
And then I have to decide. Am I willing to give up on true love forever, or am I going to listen to my heart and marry him?
I feel so sparkly, glittery, and full of promise, because I absolutely know he's that boy.
The boy I want to marry. My prince. My happily ever after.
But then our pastor starts asking lots of questions.
His parents say I haven’t dealt with my past.
I have horrible wedding disaster dreams.
I can’t find the perfect dress.
I have to manipulate him to get my way.
An old boyfriend asks me to run away with him.
My best friend says I'm going to ruin everything.
And forever starts to sound like a really long time.
Which totally freaks me out and makes me question everything I know.
Should best friends get married?
Will my past affect our relationship?
Are my horrible dreams a warning?
Will I ever find a dress?
Could his sexiness be clouding my judgment?
Am I going to ruin everything?
Or is it just a case of cold feet?
And then I have to decide. Am I willing to give up on true love forever, or am I going to listen to my heart and marry him?
Meet the author
Jillian Dodd grew up on a farm in Nebraska, where she developed a love for Midwestern boys and Nebraska football. She has drank from a keg in a cornfield, attended the University of Nebraska, got to pass her candle, and did have a boy ask her to marry him in a bar. She met her own prince in college, and they have two amazing children, a Maltese named Sugar Bear, and two Labrador puppies named Camber Lacy and Cali Lucy. She is the author of the That Boy Trilogy and The Keatyn Chronicles Series.
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