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Someone Had to Do It

Amber Brown
Chapters (39)
  1. Cover
  2. Praise
  3. Dedication
  4. About the Authors
  5. PROLOGUE
  6. 1
  7. 2
  8. 3
  9. 4
  10. 5
  11. 6
  12. 7
  13. 8
  14. 9
  15. 10
  16. 11
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  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. 26
  32. 27
  33. 28
  34. 29
  35. 30
  36. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  37. THE STORY BEHIND SOMEONE HAD TO DO IT
  38. SOMEONE HAD TO DO IT: THE PLAYLIST
  39. DISCUSSION QUESTIONS

Cover

Cover image

Praise

Advance Praise for Someone Had to Do It

“A disturbing peek into the world of privilege. Someone Had to Do It is a tense page-turner that had me yelling out loud at the characters.”

—Lucinda Berry, bestselling author of The Secrets of Us

“A juicy, brilliant treat of a thriller that combines sexy fashion-world glamour with salient points about privilege, racism, and the corrosive effects of extreme wealth. Somehow, Someone Had to Do It manages to be both a scathing critique of our late-stage capitalist hellscape, and the perfect mental escape from it. I couldn’t put it down!”

—Layne Fargo, author of They Never Learn

“Someone Had to Do It has everything. A dark and riveting page turner that has the allure of pulling off the perfect crime with an intelligent twist.”

—Nadine Matheson, author of The Jigsaw Man

Dedication

Mom and Dad, Hope this makes you proud. (Not the sex scenes, but you know what we mean.)

About the Authors

Amber and Danielle Brown both graduated from Rider University, where they studied communications/journalism and sat on the editorial staff for the On Fire!! literary journal. They then pursued a career in fashion and spent five years in NYC working their way up, eventually managing their own popular fashion and lifestyle blog. Amber is also a screenwriter, so they live in LA, which works out perfectly because Danielle can spoil her plant babies with copious amounts of sunshine.

PROLOGUE

BRANDI

A stranger’s hands have been all over me. Their touch invasive, like my body held no value to them at all, filthy and unworthy of decency and respect, and I had to take it all silently, standing there like a piece of cattle.

The last trace of Nate’s cologne has been contaminated by a suffocating stench I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to fully scrub from my skin. But I keep thinking about another man’s scent.

It wasn’t just that he smelled expensive; he had a kingly scent, like I should curtsy in his presence. His smile was as intimidating as it was inviting. At the party, which feels like forever ago now, he somehow made me feel like the only one in a room of hundreds, radiating power and vitality like no one I’ve ever met. It was impossible not to get fully swept up in his magnetism once we locked eyes.

And then he was dead.

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BRANDI

I had a ton of illusions, vivid fantasies of what it would be like to score a coveted internship at Van Doren. Deluded old me thought I would be strutting around the stunning tri-story headquarters in single-soled heels, flitting from design concept meetings to on-location photo shoots, living my best fashion-girl life. Instead, I’m in the back corner of the two-thousand-square-foot ready-to-wear samples closet scrubbing fresh vomit from a slinky gown worth double my rent during my lunch hour.