Inviting Trouble (Happy Endings Book Club, Book 2)

By: Kylie Gilmore


Madison Campbell has worshipped her older brother’s best friend, Parker Shaw, for as long as she can remember. So the night before he leaves for the Air Force, she decides he’s leaving town with her virginity. All she has to do is transform her tomboy self into a sexy woman with a bit of borrowed makeup and some creative fashion choices. The results? One drunken kiss that Park doesn’t even remember.

Ten years later, no man has ever gotten close to her heart the way Park did. And now that he’s back, the very unfeminine Madison refuses to blow her second chance. But when her bold attempts to snag his attention (“Oops! Dropped my towel.”) fail miserably, she does something completely insane—she caves to a makeover from the meddling matchmaker in charge of the Happy Endings Book Club. Hey, Park, you want some of this? Madison is about to find out.







Chapter One

10 Years Ago…



Fifteen-year-old Madison Campbell put her hands on her hips and scowled at herself in the mirror as if that would transform her into the beautiful petite kind of girl Parker Shaw was into. She had to make this beauty thing work because Park, the guy she’d worshipped for as long as she could remember, was about to leave town with her virginity.

He just didn’t know it yet.

She lifted her shoulder-length dark brown hair, trying to figure out how to make it stay up in a twist like she’d seen Miss Popular, Shannon, do. She grabbed a ponytail holder, wrapped it around the mass of hair, and let go. It flopped to the side. “Donkey balls,” she muttered, yanking the hair band out and tossing it across the counter.

How did girls do this? She had no one to ask. Her own mom had split when Mad was only one. She was the only girl, no, the only woman, in the house with five older brothers and her dad. All of her friends were guys too. Every time she tried to hang with girls, she felt like she’d accidentally put on the Spanish channel. It all sounded good, but she had no idea what they were talking about. There were good crushes and bad crushes, which seemed like pretty much the same thing to her. And stuff that sounded like a question but wasn’t. So what if she didn’t speak fluent girl? She had no problem talking to guys, even an insanely hot guy like Park. She just had to show him she wasn’t that mouthy twerp he’d grown up with.

She shoved her hands in her hair and tried to fluff it up for that natural wavy look she’d seen on TV. Now it looked kind of frizzy. She turned on the faucet and splashed water all over her head, smoothing it down again. Forget the hair. She grabbed the pink lipstick she’d filched from Shannon’s purse in the locker room during gym and puckered up. Mad wasn’t afraid of sex. She knew everything already, what went where, the condom part, the noises girls made. She had her tomcat brothers to thank for that, sneaking girls home when their dad was at work. She swiped the lipstick across her top lip and then kept going full circle to the bottom lip and back to the top. She carefully capped the lipstick, planning on returning it to Shannon on Monday at school when she wasn’t looking.

She smiled in the mirror and then stopped. She looked like a clown. It was too bright, made for Shannon’s blonde fairer looks, and sort of smeared. She grabbed a tissue and scrubbed it off. This was stupid. She knew what guys liked—big tits.

She looked down at herself. B cup. She grabbed her boobs with both hands and squeezed them together, trying to make some cleavage. Nothing impressive. She yanked her favorite black concert shirt down and lifted her boobs at the same time. Better. She grabbed the top of the shirt with both hands, a favorite hand-me-down from her brother, Ty, hesitated for a split second and then ripped it into a V-neck. Still no cleavage. She ripped the shirt a little lower. She leaned forward and moved her shoulders side to side. There. Now you could definitely tell she had boobs.

What else? She reached for Shannon’s blue eye shadow, swabbed a bunch on the little wand and swiped it across her lids. She opened her dark brown eyes to check out the dramatic results. Suckage. She’d clearly lifted makeup from the wrong girl. No point in trying the blue eyeliner. She should’ve filched something from Shannon’s dark-haired friend Michelle. She blew out a breath. She’d just have to use her body.

She turned sideways in the mirror, throwing her shoulders back, and then turned and looked at her ass. Kind of flat. She looked nothing like the curvy centerfolds in those magazines her brothers hid under their mattresses. She was five foot four with a thin, boyish, athletic bod. Not as petite as Park’s last curvy little girlfriend. She put her hands on her waist. She did have a narrow waist. Maybe if she hiked up the shirt, the narrow waist would give the appearance of more curve in the hip.

She tied the shirt in two knots just above her hip bones, showing off her belly button. She briefly considered attempting a safety-pin piercing to draw attention to her belly button, which was a nice innie, but feared it would look too red. She’d pierced her own ear and, man, that had been red for a whole day.

Someone pounded on the door. “Hurry up! I gotta take a whiz!” a male voice barked.

“Use the other bathroom!” she hollered back.