You saw Matt through Julie’s eyes in FLAT-OUT LOVE. Now go deeper into Matt’s world in this FLAT-OUT MATT novella. Live his side of the story, break when his heart breaks, and fall for the unlikely hero all over again.
Take an emotional skydive for two prequel chapters and seven FLAT-OUT LOVE chapters retold from his perspective, and then land with a brand-new steamy finale chapter from Julie.
Author’s Note: Two chapters, The Sleepover and Keep Going, contain more mature content than Flat-Out Love (Keep Going, in particular), and were written based on reader demand. They wouldn’t have fit in well with the original Flat-Out Love, but given that this is a fan-driven companion piece, I think they work. While the content here is upped at bit, the scenes are tastefully done. (So, you know sorry to those who wanted lewd and graphic.)
Take an emotional skydive for two prequel chapters and seven FLAT-OUT LOVE chapters retold from his perspective, and then land with a brand-new steamy finale chapter from Julie.
Author’s Note: Two chapters, The Sleepover and Keep Going, contain more mature content than Flat-Out Love (Keep Going, in particular), and were written based on reader demand. They wouldn’t have fit in well with the original Flat-Out Love, but given that this is a fan-driven companion piece, I think they work. While the content here is upped at bit, the scenes are tastefully done. (So, you know sorry to those who wanted lewd and graphic.)
FLAT-OUT MATT snippet!
Matt confidently slid the scissors between the folds of the brown cardboard. It must be some sort of giant poster, although considering the cost, he was pretty sure she’d completely overpaid. No matter. It was nice to be doing anything with his sister that didn’t involve stony silence, cutting comments, or catatonia.
“There! You have done it!” Celeste announced. “I will lift the top off myself. I do so appreciate your assistance with this.” She took her hand and placed it on Matt’s knee.
Matt took his hand and put it on top of hers, looking at her with curiosity.
Celeste lifted her face and flashed a smile. “This is going to make a profound difference. Everything is about to change, Matthew. I am flooded with genuine anticipation and optimism.”
“Then… then so am I,” Matt agreed. “Let’s see what you bought yourself.”
“It’s not an it,” she said, clearly affronted, and she pulled a long, flat shape from the folds of the shipping cardboard. Celeste lifted up the object as she stood. “It’s a him.”
Matt felt his stomach tighten and his pulse pick up
“Oh my God, Celeste.” He wasn’t smiling anymore. “What have you done? What have you done?”
Matt started to shake his head back and forth, struggling to understand. In front of him stood a flat, life-sized cutout photograph of Finn.
The prodigal son returns.
Celeste had positioned some sort of flap near its feet so that this creepy replica of his brother stood on its own. She stepped back and admired her purchase. “Matthew, meet Flat Finn. Flat Finn, meet Matthew.” She spun to face Matt and waited expectantly.
He could feel his whole body beginning to tremble, and he continued shaking his head.
Celeste wrinkled her nose in irritation and whispered in Matt’s direction. “I believe that it is considered polite to introduce yourself or to otherwise impart some words of greeting upon meeting someone for the first time.”
Matt confidently slid the scissors between the folds of the brown cardboard. It must be some sort of giant poster, although considering the cost, he was pretty sure she’d completely overpaid. No matter. It was nice to be doing anything with his sister that didn’t involve stony silence, cutting comments, or catatonia.
“There! You have done it!” Celeste announced. “I will lift the top off myself. I do so appreciate your assistance with this.” She took her hand and placed it on Matt’s knee.
Matt took his hand and put it on top of hers, looking at her with curiosity.
Celeste lifted her face and flashed a smile. “This is going to make a profound difference. Everything is about to change, Matthew. I am flooded with genuine anticipation and optimism.”
“Then… then so am I,” Matt agreed. “Let’s see what you bought yourself.”
“It’s not an it,” she said, clearly affronted, and she pulled a long, flat shape from the folds of the shipping cardboard. Celeste lifted up the object as she stood. “It’s a him.”
Matt felt his stomach tighten and his pulse pick up
“Oh my God, Celeste.” He wasn’t smiling anymore. “What have you done? What have you done?”
Matt started to shake his head back and forth, struggling to understand. In front of him stood a flat, life-sized cutout photograph of Finn.
The prodigal son returns.
Celeste had positioned some sort of flap near its feet so that this creepy replica of his brother stood on its own. She stepped back and admired her purchase. “Matthew, meet Flat Finn. Flat Finn, meet Matthew.” She spun to face Matt and waited expectantly.
He could feel his whole body beginning to tremble, and he continued shaking his head.
Celeste wrinkled her nose in irritation and whispered in Matt’s direction. “I believe that it is considered polite to introduce yourself or to otherwise impart some words of greeting upon meeting someone for the first time.”