Life in New York for ex-con Riley Moore is pretty damn good until a call from his mother shatters the calm: his father has suffered his second heart attack in two years and is in critical condition. Leaving everything behind, Riley flies home to Michigan for the first time in five years to support his mother and do his best to make amends with his father. He also tries not to think about Lexie Pierce, the only girl he ever truly cared about, and the only girl who broke his heart.

When they inevitably meet, memories of their love make Riley yearn to reconnect, despite the pain they both suffered. Though she’s wary, and has a secret she’s hidden from him for five years, Lexie has little willpower when it comes to Riley. Besides, after all they’ve been through, she owes it to both of them to find out if they can love once again.

Can they both overcome their sorrow and secrets and finally share their life together?

A powerful new voice in modern romance, Sophie Jackson has crafted a passionate love story with unforgettable characters that will stay with you long after you’ve turned the last page. Check out an excerpt below!

A Measure of Love


Seb’s phone buzzed again. “Someone’s jonesing for you,” Riley commented. “She your new plaything?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Riley laughed. “Bullshit you don’t. You work day in, day out surrounded by people with six-packs in skin-tight spandex, which is pretty much like Disneyland for a guy like you. There’s no way you’re not fooling around with someone.”

Seb chuckled and lifted his eyebrows. “No one worth mentioning.”

His answer confused Riley. Seb was usually open about who he was fucking, and he fucked a lot. Handsome son of a bitch.

“She not treating you right?” Riley asked seriously. Placing his cell on his chest, Seb kept his stare on the ceiling. Riley prodded further. “He not treating you right?”

When he was twenty, Seb had come out as bisexual, much to the surprise of the family. He’d never brought a guy home, but Riley knew, unlike many others, that Seb had dated a couple of men. How serious those relationships had been, Riley didn’t know, but he and the rest of the family supported his brother.

Seb exhaled and turned to his brother. “I’m okay, Ri. Honestly.”

Letting it go for the time being, Riley harrumphed and looked down the bed to his bare feet, wiggling his toes.

“What about you?” Seb asked. “You seeing anyone?”

“Not for longer than a lunch hour.”

“Still hitting and quitting, huh? And they let you, even with that beard?”

Riley snorted, ignoring the way his brother’s words, as true as they were, made his chest tight. Jesus, he wasn’t about to yell and boast about the notches on his bedpost, but they were what they were, and he wasn’t ashamed. He enjoyed the women who came to his bed and he knew for damned certain that the feeling was mutual. He played safe and treated them right.

Did the fact that his bed was empty after dark more often than it was occupied make him miserable? No. But it didn’t fill him with warm fuzzies, either. Having someone to love and hold at night was a comforting idea, of course, and he allowed it to flitter through his mind just as he had the day before at the body shop.

But, as always happened, it fizzled and spluttered before it could gain any traction. For a split second, Lexie’s laughing face once again washed through his mind.

You mean all the world to me.

“So, what’s the plan? You gonna man up and see her?” Seb asked quietly as though reading Riley’s thoughts.

Riley cleared his throat of the anxiety squeezing it. “I don’t even know if she’s back here. Last I heard, she’d moved with her mom when they sold their house.”

“Yeah, I heard the same,” Seb confirmed. “You know where?”

Riley shook his head. He didn’t dare drive down Wick Avenue in case the house was still empty. That would be a goddamn travesty.

“You gonna find out?” Seb prodded.

Wasn’t that the million-dollar question? “I have no idea.”

Seeing Lexie after five years of radio silence invited all sorts of feelings that Riley tried his best to ignore, and not because he was emotionally stunted. Far from it. He just didn’t see the point of becoming wrapped up in what-could-have-beens, whatifs, and maybes. Life had provided him and Lexie paths that led in two very different directions and, as much as it sucked, the chance of their paths ever crossing again was minimal, to say the least.

…or is it? Find out in A Measure of Love, on sale now!