Author’s Note

Welcome to book one in my new Butler, Vermont Series! Some of you might be wondering about the change in direction and the new series name. Last year, I decided to part company with the publisher of the Green Mountain Series and to self-publish the rest of what I hope will be a long series. To make things easier behind the scenes, I decided to give the series a new name—the Butler, Vermont Series—but Every Little Thing picks right up where we left off in Ain’t She Sweet with all the characters you’ve come to love from the Green Mountain Series. The only difference readers will notice is the series name and the numbering sequence of the books. I appreciate readers rolling with me as I continue into this next phase of the series.

Because it’s been nearly a year since you read Ain’t She Sweet, I’ve included a prologue taken from that book to set up Grayson and Emma’s romance in Every Little Thing. I hope you’ll enjoy their story and the others I have planned for the remaining Abbott and Coleman siblings.

Thanks for sticking with me through this transition! I hope you love Every Little Thing!

xoxo

Marie

Prologue

Grayson Coleman poured three fingers of his uncle’s best scotch and took a seat in the corner, away from the fray of Hunter and Megan’s wedding. The first sip traveled through him like liquid fire, heating him from the inside and giving him something to think about other than the rage that had been resurrected by the decision his cousin Max’s ex-girlfriend, Chloe, made about their baby son.

It had been twenty long years since Grayson’s father walked away from his wife and children, leaving Grayson and his mom to pick up the pieces for the others. He’d loved being the oldest in his family and had wallowed in the privileges that went along with being the eldest. Until he became the man of the family overnight, responsible for his distraught mother and seven younger siblings who were looking to him to make sense of something that still didn’t make sense all these years later.

Here he was now, a man of thirty-six, an accomplished lawyer, and the scene with Chloe and Max in his aunt Molly’s kitchen had taken him back to the long-ago night that marked the official end of his childhood. He could still remember the panic, the despair, the fear, the rage… all of it congealing into a hot knot of anxiety in his gut that he’d carried with him ever since.