I’ve written a book. It’s a contemporary romance, and it falls under the new adult sub genre that’s floating around so hot and heavy lately. I’m proud of this book. It’s completely different from anything I’ve ever written before (and I write books under a different name but sshhh, it’s a secret). It will be out later this month. Here’s a sneak peek:
Too caught up…
Those three little words describe how I’m feeling at this very moment. Too caught up in your sweet, heartbreaking words, in your strong, capable arms and in your warm, soft lips. I’m too caught up in this…pretend life I’m so completely submersed in.
And you know what? I like it. I love it. Even though I know it’s fake. That the way you talk to me, look at me, touch me. Kiss me…is all for show. I don’t care. I want it.
I want you.
What I don’t get is why we’re here. Right now. I’m in your bed and we’re half naked, our arms and legs tangled around each other, the sheet slipping off our bodies because our skin is so hot, it feels like we’re burning alive. You keep kissing me and whispering in my ear how much you want me and oh, my God, I want you too, but that nagging little voice inside my head tells me we only have two more days together and then we go back to the real world.
Where you ignore me. And I ignore you. You’ll get what you want—shocking the hell out of your parents and all your so-called friends at home so they won’t bug you ever again. And I’ll get what I want, the money you promised me for ‘putting up with your shit for seven days’—direct quote—so I can take care of my little brother for at least a little while longer. We’ll settle back in to our usual roles.
Where you hate me and I hate you.
It’ll be a lie. I might’ve hated you before all of this, but now…
I think I’m falling in love with you.