Team Isaac or Team Preston?

I love, love, love hearing from my readers. They all seem to have something to say about the guys I write about. There seem to be three separate groupings of people. Team Isaac, Team Preston, and the confused bunch who can’t decide who they like. If you haven’t heard about this, you should definitely check it out. The competition between Team Isaac and Team Preston is pretty fierce.

Meet Isaac and Preston to see what it’s all about.

Isaac Robinson

Harmony (Destiny #3) cover model. (Cover coming soon)

Devin Bell, model and baseball player



Isaac is the headmaster’s son, a senior, and the student body president at his Baptist high school. He’s on the football team and is one of the top singers in Primus. He works for his aunt and uncle’s Christian music company and dreams of signing a recording contract with them. Isaac and Destiny fall for each other when they sing in their school’s production of Les Miserables.

Religion: Southern Baptist
Age at the start of the series: 17
School: A senior at Bethel Baptist Academy
Hobbies/interests: singing, composing music, playing guitar, playing/watching football
Drives: A black Ford F150 truck

Destiny is attracted to his charismatic personality, his smooth-as-silk singing voice, and the idea that might be willing to sacrifice so much up to be with her.

First Destiny and Isaac kiss:

Isaac reached up and slid the rubber band from my hair, allowing my hair to fall loosely around my shoulders.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. He traced a line down my jaw with his thumb. I raised my eyes to his. They were so dark, so full of promise, so forbidden. I wanted him to kiss me so badly my body trembled with anticipation. I lowered my gaze to his lips and decided in that moment to stop fighting. It was no use. I couldn’t do it anymore.

As though my focus on his mouth had encouraged him, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to mine, softly at first, and then with such fervor, such passion. I responded immediately, kissing him back as though my life depended on it. It was more potent, more perfect, than any of my dreams. They didn’t even come close. His hands wrapped around the back of my neck, his fingers in my hair. He slid his arms down my back and wrapped them around my waist. We kissed until my knees went weak and I could hardly stand.

I pulled away, gasping for breath, but Isaac pushed me against the trunk of a giant oak tree and leaned in for more. He kissed me hungrily, like a starving man, desperate and wild.

Preston’s voice called through the woods. “Destiny? Isaac? Where are you guys?”

Isaac and I parted, but our eyes stayed glued to each other.

Preston Nelson

Synchrony (Destiny #2) cover model:

Christian Lopez, musician


Preston is best friends with Destiny’s older brother, and she sees him almost every day. He’s an Eagle Scout and started a lawn care company to save up for the two year church mission he plans on taking after high school. He spends a lot of time caring for his five younger siblings since his mom is often sick. He loves to tease Destiny, and he’s there for her when

Religion: Mormon

School: A junior at Acorn Creek High School

Age at the start of the series: 16

hobbies/interests: painting, poetry, paintball, camping, hiking, playing Mario Kart

Drives: An old white pickup

Destiny is attracted to the way he sacrifices for his family, his strong work ethic, his love for the woods, his passion for poetry and art, his loyalty, and his caring heart.

First Destiny and Preston kiss:

I howled as she shoved snow down the back of my shirt, and we rolled several times down the slope as I struggled to get free. But her arms were locked around my neck. And then, somehow, she was pinned under me. Every vein in my body was on fire as I gazed into her crystal clear blue eyes. She released her arms from her vicelike hold on my neck. Her eyes grew wide and her lips parted slightly as though she’d just realized how close our faces were.

I had no idea what possessed me to do it, or when all reason had suddenly flown from my mind. But as I leaned forward and kissed her tenderly, all I could think about was how beautiful and pure she’d looked lying there in the snow with her hair splayed all around her in wild waves of perfection.

Honestly, if I’d stopped to think about what I was about to do, I never would have been able to go through with it. I mean, come on, how many years had I imagined what it would be like to kiss Destiny Clark? But that had always been pure fantasy. Especially after her nasty breakup. If I’d taken the time to consider kissing her, I would’ve convinced myself that the last thing she’d wanted was a kiss.

As my lips met hers, Destiny froze under me, shocked. At first, I thought she was going to push me off or slap me in the face, but after a moment, her body relaxed beneath me and, miracle of miracles, she wrapped her arms around my torso and pulled me in even closer. Her cold nose brushed mine, and her breath was warm on my mouth as she exhaled. Her lips were amazingly soft as she moved them over mine, and she tasted like…vanilla frosted cupcakes.

I’d never experienced anything so heavenly. It didn’t matter that there was melted snow dripping down my back or that I couldn’t feel my toes anymore. I finally had her arms around me, and she had just kissed me back. My legs could be broken at this point, and it wouldn’t matter.

So what are you? Team Isaac or Team Preston?