August 11, 2013

Sunday Snipet

Sunday snipet...

For those of you who haven't read Blood, She Read, I thought I'd post an excerpt. And hang tight, because I'll have a snipet for my upcoming novel, By Force, coming soon as well. By Force is set to release this fall, and the follow-up novel will be published early 2013. As for the sequel to Blood, She Read...I know some of you are wondering when and if this book will happen and I assure you it will. I have two more books contracted before I can concentrate on it and a NA contemporary I'm working on that I'm extremely excited about. And here's the reason why: Colin Farrell. He's my inspiration for this novel. Tell me, wouldn't this guy make you excited?

But for now...it's Sunday snipet time. 


Through my hair, I saw him motion to the seat beside me. I didn’t respond, but after a minute, he sat down anyway. I don’t know why he’d asked me in the first place. He pulled his seat over, closer to mine, so close I could almost feel the heat radiating from his body. I rounded my shoulders and tightened my muscles, steeling myself. Staring at the hands on my watch, the next sixty seconds felt like an hour as we sat through an uncomfortable silence. 

Losing patience, I slammed my book shut, met his gaze, and waited for him to tell me what the hell he wanted. The scowl on my face felt ugly, but I didn’t care. After he and his brother and cousin had threatened me, he didn’t look so hot either. So when he tossed his head and his wispy brown hair feathered backward, I didn’t react. And I didn’t feel a single butterfly when I looked deep into his sparkling, black eyes. 

Not one. 

His forehead moistened and he exhaled sharply, ruffling the hair around my face. He smelled like he’d just chewed cinnamon gum. 

“I haven’t even started that yet.” He pointed to the closed book in my hands. “Is it any good?” 

Without a trace of emotion, I sat there blinking at him. 

“Right.” His brows lifted. For a moment, I thought he might get up and leave. No such luck. “So I’ve been trying to get up the nerve to talk to you since....well since...” 

“Since you and your family threatened me?” 

“Um. Yeah. About that...I want to apologize.” 

“Apologize?” I pointed a finger at my chest. “To me?”

He nodded. 

“Whatever. I’m over it.” I opened my book. 

“No. Really. I’m sorry Tommy scared you. He shouldn’t have done that. When he told me he was going to talk to you, I should have stopped him. But he said he’d be nice, and Markus and I went with him to make sure. I guess it might have looked like we were ganging up on you, but it wasn’t like that. I never meant to make your life here any harder.” 

“I’m not afraid of Tommy. And I’m not having a hard time either. My life is great. It’s exactly the way I want it to be.” 

“Did I touch a nerve?”

I sighed loudly. “Please go away.”


“If you want me to I will, but I kinda hoped we could hang out sometime.”

“Are you an idiot?”

He almost laughed. “Um. Actually people tell me that all the time.”


Finnigan Harris wanted to be my friend? Bullshit. And even if he did, it meant nothing now that no one else in school wanted to be his friend anymore. I wouldn’t be his last resort. I didn’t need his friendship; I had Dylan’s. Plus hanging around a guy everyone avoided would only make people hate me more. I didn’t need any more negative attention. 

I shook my head. “I don’t think so.” 

A million and a half seconds passed, according to my camouflage watch. I looked around the room, to focus on anything but Finnigan’s seemingly hurt face. Sophie and Darla looked at me again. A few of the other girls in the room gawked at Finnigan and me too, probably wondering what the hell we were doing together, even if Mr. Popular wasn’t so popular anymore. 

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