Publication date: April 30th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
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Life’s the shit!
Chicks squeal over how wild and yummy I am, play their silly games trying to tie me down. But I’m free as a bird, doing what makes life life: kicking extreme-sport-ass!
Life’s the shit!
Chicks squeal over how wild and yummy I am, play their silly games trying to tie me down. But I’m free as a bird, doing what makes life life: kicking extreme-sport-ass!
I base jump,
snowboard, bungee jump. I do anything for the rush.
Then, Ingela blows
into town for college—a cool Swedish blast of trouble. Foulmouthed and
runway-gorgeous, the girl seeps in like poison and melts the freaking brain.
To Ingela I am what
chicks were to me: pastime, leisure, entertainment, pleasure. She’s killing me,
and I’m digging it. There’s a new rush in town!Yeah, I hunt
down my highs, and now the chase is on. I’ll catch her soon enough, just, what’s
the deal with her ex?
BO
With Ingela, sex is a dance. A slow tango where skin flows over skin. It is slick readiness, a quiet welcome. It’s smooth, warm, right, and all wrong.
With Ingela, sex is a dance. A slow tango where skin flows over skin. It is slick readiness, a quiet welcome. It’s smooth, warm, right, and all wrong.
On and off. On and
off. Again, she’s wrecked with grief. It’s a reminder of how I
destroy her, how crushed relationships shouldn’t be revived.
We’ve done this for
years, now, but clearly we’re in for more.
Excerpt
My
cell just buzzed. It’s four in the morning on a weekday. On an instinctual
level, I know who it is. I’m not one to give myself breaks; not once, not once,
do I not answer when he calls, so I
sit up, adrenaline diluting my blood and telling me to go-go-go.
“Stop
missing me, asshole,” I say into the receiver.
Brooding,
emotional, feel-sorry-for-himself, wishy-washy, sexy nightmare Bo. He’s the
epitome of inconsiderate. I’ve been studying in the US for over two years now,
but my ex keeps calling me from home. Not giving a damn about the time
difference, he calls right when the hell he needs me.
I
fumble for the light. Turn it on. Squint and clutch my phone tighter. “Hej,” I
puff out next since he doesn’t respond right away.
“Hej,
Inga,” he breathes back. Voice silky, like the damn singer-guitarist he is, he
says what I knew he would as if he didn’t hear my initial greeting. “I miss
you.”
“You’re
horrible, Bo.”
“Come
on, Inga—this is hard.”
I
know what he means by hard. “Is it?” I ask, sitting up straighter. “Is it, now?
Then, why did you break up with me for the fifteenth time in, like, what…”
I
don’t want to repeat the number of years out loud. Bo and I were an item on and
off between the ages of sixteen and twenty-one. All I care about right now is
him shutting the hell up. Whenever I’m almost over him, he’s there again.
Black-velvety soft voice in my ear, making adrenaline, my worst enemy, course
through my body until I tremble.
The
man on the phone drove me to the brink a while back. There’s a reason why I’m
here and not in Gothenburg where I’d be subject to his erratic moods on a daily
basis.
For
the millionth time, I wish I didn’t remember the good parts. Me, starting out
as the sixteen-year-old groupie of his local band. The parties, the fun. The
endless nights in our own little world in the dump he rented with two fellow
bandmates. I swallow a lump in my throat. It was supposed to be us always. Not just
for a few years. And he wasn’t supposed to be… the way he is.
“Inga,
did you hear what I said?” Bo whispers now, like he cares that I should be
asleep at this hour.
“No.”
“I
call you, and you don’t even listen?”
“Doing
my best,” I say. By the displeased huff he makes, I can tell he understands;
I’m doing my best at not listening to him.
“I’m
accepting a scholarship to a one-year guitar clinic in Los Angeles.”
Even
sitting, my knees go weak. Deepsilver, the gorgeous little college town I’ve
set new roots in here on the East Coast, must be only hours from Los Angeles by
plane. The pull is on my heartstrings already—I’m too close to where Bo will
be.
“Why?”
I ask. “They can’t teach you anything here that you can’t learn in Gothenburg,
I’m sure. And the band—are they replacing you?”
He
puffs a snicker. “Naw. I don’t think so.” Bo is aware that he’s the chick
magnet of the bunch and the reason they’ve been doing decent as a college band
since they moved to the big city.
“I
might check in with some labels while I’m in L.A. The band is with me on this.
Probably heading over too, if I can scrounge up some gigs for us. Maybe we’ll
tour the East Coast. How about that, Inga? We’ll pop by your little town.”
“Uh-huh,
whatever.” I hurt. I try not to admit it to myself, but I miss him so much. The
need to have him with me under my covers sucker-punches me. No one. No one is
like Bo in bed. I feel the ghost of his hands on my skin as he lets out a quiet
laugh on the other end.
“You’re
so silly, Ingela. Just give it up already. I’ll take a couple of days in
Deepsilver on my way there, okay? I’ll treat you well.”
I
blush. There’s a reason to his sexy chuckle, to his sudden promise. As soon as
I’m the slightest bit turned on, my breathing stops cooperating. Five years of
on-and-off dating has Bo tuned in to the smallest changes in me the way he is
to his guitar. So yes, he’s completely aware of his effect on me.
“Fuck
you,” I mumble.
“Do
you swear as much in English as you do in Swedish?” he purrs like he’s
describing dirty pleasures.
“None
of your—”
“—goddamn
business?”
“Yeah,
that. Bye, dick.”
Author Bio
I write New Adult fiction, sometimes with a paranormal twist—like in “Shattering Halos,” published by The Wild Rose Press in February 24th 2014 and in “Stargazer,” released November 2014. The first book I’ve self-published was the New Adult Contemporary novel “Pandora Wild Child,” which made me a proud indie author in October 28th 2014.
I specialize in impulsive heroines, bad-boys, and good-boys running amok. Then, there’s the intense love, physical and emotional attraction beyond reason—sensory overload for the reader as well as for the characters. Like in real life, I hope you’re unable to predict what comes next in my stories.
Yes, so I write what I love to read, and depending on the reader, you’ll find my books to be a fast-paced emotional rollercoaster—or disturbing because the struggles of love aren’t your thing. Here’s to hoping you have the same reading vice as me!
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