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A dark New Adult romance.
You have to understand that we never meant for it to happen. We knew it was stupid. We knew it was wrong.
Eighteen-year-old Danni Warren has big plans for her last summer before college: a cool job, a concert she wouldn’t miss for the world, and spending time with her beautiful girlfriend, Esme. But after one hell of an argument, Danni’s mother packs her off to stay with her estranged step-uncle, Gabe, in his lodge on the English coast. So begins a weekend of the worst punishment imaginable: no phone signal.
With his sun kissed good looks and sarcastic manner, twenty-nine-year-old Gabe Asher isn’t anything like Danni expected. She wants to hate him—he’s her punishment for standing up to her mother—but between surfing lessons and beach hikes, Gabe and Danni grow close. Maybe too close.
Now Danni’s questioning everything: old family secrets, her future, her strained relationship with Esme. One sun stained afternoon, Gabe and Danni go too far. And then everything else falls apart…
Excerpt:
“We’re both adults.” I stared at his hand and swallowed. “We can do whatever we like.”
My skin warmed beneath his; my stomach flipped and my blood burst to a fizzing rally of dominoes. I knew then that I was going to let him do whatever he wanted. Couldn’t see the sense in asking him to stop at all.
“I do want to kiss you, Gabe.” I tugged up a big handful of grass and squeezed it until my knuckles ached. “I want you to kiss me like you did in the woods. But I have Esmé and—”
“I’m not looking to be the love of your life, you know. The way things are, it wouldn’t be right.” Now he stroked along my cheek, just as he’d done earlier. “My point is, we’re attracted to each another. It’s getting hard to ignore, isn’t it? But nobody gets hurt if nobody knows about it.”
“I suppose.” Except us.
But it wasn’t like that. We’d known each other barely a few days. It took longer than that to hurt someone; it took longer than that for the truth to get a slap in.
I hoped.
“If you’re still not sure,” he said hoarsely, “you tell me right now and I’ll go back inside.”
“I don’t mean to—”
“I won’t be angry. But I can’t promise to sit here and behave myself.”
“I’m the teenager.” I managed a smile. “I’m meant to be the one with no will power. You said it, right? The one who does stupid—where are you going?”
He’d sprung back up, jogged towards the cabin. I hadn’t even given him an answer and he’d already made his decision. Gone back in. I sat for a second with my arms wrapped defensively around my knees, the silence of the clearing weighing heavy in my ears. I hadn’t even given him an answer. Then he reappeared in the doorway, kicking off his shoes before he walked back toward me.
My skin warmed beneath his; my stomach flipped and my blood burst to a fizzing rally of dominoes. I knew then that I was going to let him do whatever he wanted. Couldn’t see the sense in asking him to stop at all.
“I do want to kiss you, Gabe.” I tugged up a big handful of grass and squeezed it until my knuckles ached. “I want you to kiss me like you did in the woods. But I have Esmé and—”
“I’m not looking to be the love of your life, you know. The way things are, it wouldn’t be right.” Now he stroked along my cheek, just as he’d done earlier. “My point is, we’re attracted to each another. It’s getting hard to ignore, isn’t it? But nobody gets hurt if nobody knows about it.”
“I suppose.” Except us.
But it wasn’t like that. We’d known each other barely a few days. It took longer than that to hurt someone; it took longer than that for the truth to get a slap in.
I hoped.
“If you’re still not sure,” he said hoarsely, “you tell me right now and I’ll go back inside.”
“I don’t mean to—”
“I won’t be angry. But I can’t promise to sit here and behave myself.”
“I’m the teenager.” I managed a smile. “I’m meant to be the one with no will power. You said it, right? The one who does stupid—where are you going?”
He’d sprung back up, jogged towards the cabin. I hadn’t even given him an answer and he’d already made his decision. Gone back in. I sat for a second with my arms wrapped defensively around my knees, the silence of the clearing weighing heavy in my ears. I hadn’t even given him an answer. Then he reappeared in the doorway, kicking off his shoes before he walked back toward me.
About Lucy:
Lucy
writes sharp contemporary fiction, usually with a liberal splatter of
filth. She is a Lyrical Press author and a screenwriter.
Her upcoming new adult novel, TWISTED SUMMER, is a gutsy take on forbidden love starring an even gutsier heroine.
Her
contemporary series, encompassing CHAIRMAN OF THE WHORED and THE
WHORED'S PRAYER, features slick London lawyers with a penchant for
sensual violence. It's definitely on the darker side. BEAUTIFUL MESS,
her current release, is a snarky, sexy friends-to-lovers romp.
Lucy
is currently working on new novels, and is developing a paranormal
television series with producers (think The Vampire Diaries meets The
4400).
She is still trying to kick her dirty Pepsi habit.
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