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About the author:
I can cook like a fiend but prefer to eat doughnuts with sprinkles for breakfast. Sprinkles make everything taste better. An avid reader of all genres, I shamelessly admit romance will always be my favorite. And while I enjoy the safe and familiar, I’m always up for an adventure.
What inspired you to write your book?
I love watching shows with anti-heroes, but I always wondered what would it be like for the children growing up in that kind of chaos and drama? So I decided to write a book with some really terrible people in it and see what my characters would do as they grew older.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I buried my face in his shoulder and took in a breath. When I had been kissed before, no one had made me feel anything like that, or anything at all, really. Most likely because I wished all the other guys were someone else.
“Is this going to change things between us?” I murmured into his neck, where his pulse throbbed to a rapid beat. I don’t know why I asked. I already knew the answer. There was no way it wouldn’t.
His fingers slid up the hem of my damp shirt, causing me to shiver. “Yes, but it will make everything easier, too.”
“What does that mean?” We were going to say goodbye soon. My heart wrenched. If anything, everything was going to be so much harder. I hadn’t wanted to think about that part.
He gazed down at me, his eyes shining and intense. “I’ve waited years for this, do you know that?”
“Then why didn’t you do anything sooner?” I was well aware of my own reasons.
“It doesn’t matter anymore. We’re both getting out of here.” He released a slow breath. “But we probably shouldn’t tell anyone.”
A chill came over my damp skin. I’d so easily forgotten. He wasn’t clear of his family. But the fact remained, at the end of the summer, we weren’t just going to be farther apart because of geography, but because of the start of our own separate lives. I drew a light finger over one of the scars on his shoulder. He’d be free from them—and me. I resolved what little time we had left wasn’t going to be wasted. Nothing bad should happen if we kept it a secret like he suggested.
“No, I guess it doesn’t matter now.” I kissed that fluttering pulse at the side of his neck.