What if you had the chance to start over? What if starting
over meant changing everything about yourself? What if it meant finding out who
you are? What if it meant nothing would be the same? Would you still want it?
When Whitney caught her boyfriend doing another woman, she
left him. She ran to her mother’s house in the middle of NOWHERE. While there
she meets bad boy Cole Pritchett. Cole was run out of the last town he lived
in. Now, he’s starting over. So is Whitney.
This is an amazing story. It’s about second chances, finding
yourself and growing as a person. The romance between Cole and Whitney was
sweet, while at the same time pretty hot. They started out as friends but then it grew into something
else.
Whitney was pretty neat as she grew as a person. She’s spent
her whole life letting others dictate her life. She learned how to stand up for
herself, ask for what she wants and deal with whatever happens.
Cole was just as wonderful. He learned when to control
himself while still standing up for what he believes in.
The biggest thing was seeing how other people perceptions
taint how we see ourselves. Watching Cole and Whitney learn to deal with others
perceptions while not letting it taint their own views was neat.
Overall this was a great story! Coming of age has never been
sweeter. Plus, I think we would all love to have a mom like Whitney’s!
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When I'm not writing or playing the part of wife and mother, you can find me dancing back-up for Beyonce, singing back-up for Miranda, or sunning myself on the beach with a drink in hand. Here's the thing about being born and raised in a small town—you have a very vivid imagination! Now, I channel it all to create stories where the girl always ends up with the right guy, first kisses are magical, and a happy ending is just that!
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Escaping Me Excerpt
“You look like you've been busy
today, too.” She picks up her hand and
settles it on my bicep, kneading against the muscle. “I could give you a massage. I'm sure you've been hard at it, trying to
get the house fixed up. Your muscles are
all tensed up,” she flirts.
“They're tensed up alright, but
that didn't happen until you sat down next to me.” My body is as tense as it can be, especially
below the belt.
“We could always just go take a
hot shower together.” I know what she is
insinuating, and it sounds like a mighty fine offer, but I am not about to let
her win.
I lift her chin up and lower my face to hers. “Nice try, baby, but you're not getting in
that house until I say so.”
She wrinkles up her nose and smiles. “It was worth a shot.”
“Don't think that you can come
traipsing in here and roll me over with your charms. You can go bat your lashes at some other
sucker,” I jest. She stands up from the
table and walks toward the front of the house.
“Where in the hell do you think you’re going?” I quickly follow the three steps she took and
grab her waist, turning her in my arms to face me.
“To find another sucker,” she
chuckles before I devour her lips with mine.
I kiss her good and just a little harder than I meant to. She doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, the way
she sighs as my tongue plunges against hers tells me that she rather enjoys
it. When I think she's had enough, I
take a breath and find her eyes with mine.
“Still want to go find another
sucker?”
She purses her kiss-swollen lips and shakes her head. “Hmm-mm.”
“That's what I thought.” I smile as I tug her back to the picnic
table. This time I sit far enough back
on the table so I can pull her between my legs and wrap my arms around her.
“Scared I'm going to try and get
away again?” she jokes.
“I'm not taking any chances,” I
confirm as I kiss her behind her ear and then nudge against her with my
nose. We sit quietly for a moment as she
lets me breathe her in, the same thing I let her do to me in the driveway when
she arrived. “This is nice.”
“It is,” she agrees. “It's so quiet out here.”
“Wait until the coyotes come
out.” I nip at her neck and hold her tight to me.
“Good thing I've got you to
protect me,” she giggles.
“About that…” I figure now is as
good a time as any to let her know about my past. “I'm not saying I won't protect, because I
would. Shit, I'd fight the wind if I
thought it was going to mess up your hair, but I'm trying not to be that guy
you got a glimpse of at the bar the other night.”
She turns her head to look at my face. “What are you talking about?”
“I saw the way you were watching
me after I picked that kid up who hit Zeke.
It seemed like you were into it.
Like maybe you liked it a little bit,” I confess. Even in the moonlight, I can see her cheeks
redden. “I'm trying to stay out of
fights and I don't want you to think that I'm some lunatic that goes around
starting them.”
“I don't,” she quickly
answers. “I mean, yeah, it was kind of
hot to see you rough Ricky up a bit, but it's not what you think. I'm not turned on by the fact that you could
beat him up. I was turned on by the fact
that you weren't afraid to take charge.”
“That's funny coming from you,”
I chuckle. “You don't seem to have a
problem taking charge with me.”
She shakes her head. “That's a recent development, trust me. I've never been in charge of one thing in my
life. I'm so used to having people tell
me what to do, and then I moved here with my mom, who's very much into me
making my own decisions, and I met you.
I guess you make me want to be in control of my actions for once.” The way she is opening up to me only makes me
want to protect her more. Somewhere
along the line, this smart, funny, beautiful girl was made to feel like she
couldn't think for herself. It pisses me
off and I am just some backwoods hick.
It's not like I was raised in some liberal household where women were
empowered, but I did grow up in this century.
What kind of assholes has this girl been around?
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