We are so excited to bring you this very special bonus scene from S.L. Scott!  This is a scene from The Redemption in Rochelle’s POV!  If you haven’t read The Redemption yet this will be a spoiler!  We are so thankful to S.L. for giving us this special scene… xoxoxo Enjoy!!!!



He was everything she never wanted. Yet, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Soulful, amber eyes

A sex, drugs, and rock n’roll reputation

A body that beckoned for sin

Three years ago Rochelle Floros was living her dream come true… then lost it all. On the worst day of her life, the last person she expected to be there for her was a rock star and tabloid favorite. Now, she’s trying to rebuild her life after the tragedy that destroyed her fairytale. Slowly, she found herself captivated by a sexy, bad boy drummer she had known for years.

Rochelle was caught between the grief that shrouded her heart and the charismatic man that made it race. What she didn’t know is if he was being sincere or toying with her heart. The Redemption is about finding the pulse of your soul in the most unlikely places and giving love a chance to grow.

Can what she wants really be what she needs? With his rhythm and her passion, can they make music together? Or will their harmony be lost forever?
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~Rochelle POV~

The handwriting on the envelope doesn’t read Mama or Mommy, my favorite names and role in life. Even though the pink card is on a tray with a questionable breakfast disaster concocted by my youngest, CJ and my oldest, Neil, it’s not from them. I giggle remembering the laughter coming from the kitchen as Dex guided them to add what seems like the entire contents of the fridge to this plate of eggs. They came in and delivered the food with hugs and kisses, and then ran off to play.

This card is not from them though. It’s Mother’s Day, but my eyes meet Dex’s just as I slip it from the envelope. Looking at the card inside makes me smile. “Is this from you?” I ask.

“It is,” he replies easily, lying back on the bed next to me.

“Why’d you buy me a Mom’s Day card?”

“Because you deserve to be celebrated.”

My heart swoons and I slide down next to him on the bed and snuggle into his side. “Thank you.”

He whispers, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For everything.” I close my eyes briefly enjoying how good our life is, how good he’s made all of our lives. With my head on his chest, I open the card and read the printed text before I allow myself the treat of his written words.

To the woman who makes our house a home.
To the one who makes all things better.
To the lady who sacrifices her own needs for the betterment of everyone else’s.
To my love who taught our kids what that word means.

Happy Mother’s Day to the greatest Mom ever!

I glance up at him. His eyes are on me as his arms tighten around my body, holding me closer. I look back down and read,

Dear Rochelle,

You’ve given me more than I ever thought I would have. You’ve given me love, patience, and your trust. In return, I want to give you everything. I love you endlessly. You are an amazing partner, but an even more incredible mother to the boys who feel like my own. I love them as I love you. If we never have kids of our own, I’ll feel complete to be a part of this amazing family.

On this special day, I want to ask if I can be a permanent part of their lives as they’ve become such an important part of mine?



I sit up and look at him. His soulful brown eyes stare into mine as the question lingers between us. “What are you saying?”

With that smirk that makes me fall madly in love with him all over again, he says, “I’m saying as much as I want to marry you, I want to see if you will consider letting me adopt the boys?”

I gulp, stunned by the question posed, but also by the kindness of this man. “You want to raise CJ and Neil as your own?”

“I do. I love those guys.” He sits up. “They don’t have to take my name or anything. They’re Cory’s by blood. And I’m not looking to replace him like he never existed. I’ll always make sure they remember him—the person he was as well as the music legend he is.”

Tears fill my eyes and I drop my head into my hands as he continues. “I just want to be there for them the way a father would be, the way we are now, but legally. I want to be responsible for them and help raise them, do Dad stuff like sports and go to teacher conferences. I want to teach them how to tie a tie—”

Lifting up, I can’t hide my tears from him. He deserves to see my happiness. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a tie,” I tease, nudging him lightly with my elbow.

“Then I’ll wear a tie for you.” He kisses my temple. “We all will. Tonight for your special dinner.”

“I don’t care about the ties, Dex. I just, I can’t believe what you’re saying.”

“Is it too much too soon? I know we’re not married, but I thought we could do this at the same time. Become a family together in all senses.”

“No, not too soon. We’re going to married and you becoming their father would be amazing. Them having someone else they can rely on, someone in their lives that care as much about them as I do will mean the world to them, and to me.” I throw my arms around him and hold tightly to him. “This is the best gift you could ever give me. You caring for my children with the huge love you do for me, is more than I ever dreamed I could find. Thank you.”

He squeezes me just as tightly, if not more, and whispers, “Thank you and happy Mother’s Day.”

“Happy Father’s Day!”

Sitting back, he looks me in the eyes and says, “Happy Family Day!”

With a huge smile, I repeat, “Happy Family Day!”



About S.L. Scott

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author

New York Times and USA Bestselling Author, S. L. Scott, was always interested in the arts. She grew up painting, writing poetry and short stories, and wiling her days away lost in a good book and the movies.

With a degree in Journalism, she continued her love of the written word by reading American authors like Salinger and Fitzgerald. She was intrigued by their flawed characters living in picture perfect worlds, but could still debate that the worlds those characters lived in were actually the flawed ones. This dynamic of leaving the reader invested in the words, inspired Scott to start writing with emotion while interjecting an underlying passion into her own stories.

Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She’s obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. She dreams of seeing one of her own books made into a movie one day as well as returning to Europe. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she’s a pro.