Genre: New Adult Contemporary
Cover Design: Arijana Karčić, Cover It! Designs
Nineteen-year-old Carissa Stein has spent her life under the shadow of bodyguards and parents who never really cared about her, but leaving New York to attend art school in New Orleans is her way out.
She's thrilled to be free and ready to explore love, drawing, and life without a constant watchdog. When Eric Byrne, new guy extraordinaire, shows up on the first day of classes everything starts to change. There's something more than his stunning eyes and gorgeous body that pulls her in. Carissa would rather be single than deal with the complications of a relationship, especially with a determined guy like Eric. But he fights past her walls and makes it hard to stay away. Carissa wants to be with Eric – but she wants her freedom too and Eric isn’t willing to let her go.
When Eric reciprocates and lets his own guard down Carissa finally learns the truth about why he moved to New Orleans. She should have known better than to ignore her gut instinct. Turns out Eric's got more of a connection to her than she realized. If Eric can't convince her to give him another chance then his lies may just cause love to slip through their fingers.
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About the author!Born and raised in Texas, Jennifer is a transplant to Missouri long enough ago she should probably consider that her hometown. But she will forever be a Texan. She loves to write any story that will make a reader smile, laugh, and maybe even cry (although you won’t ever hear her admit that she cries). Whether the next story she writes is contemporary, urban fantasy, LGBT, or whatever other crazy idea she comes up with, there will always be love and romance in the midst of trials and turmoil.
When she’s not writing you can find her on Twitter, with her family, or buried in a book trying to escape reality for just a minute.
Give it a shot!I picked this excerpt for your enjoyment! Even after revisions and changes, this is still one of my favorite parts of this story!
I'd just opened the bag of chips when he reached around me to take it. I smacked his hand. “Oh, no you don't. These are mine.”
“Crazy, little girl. Those are mine. You got them out of my kitchen.”
“Oh, I didn't tell you already? What's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine. So, these...” I shoved some Cheetos in my mouth. “Are mine,” I said around a mouth full of chips and wiggled my cheesy fingers in his face before licking them one by one, slowly savoring the flavor.
“This means war.”
With one hand, Eric grabbed the hand I clutched the bag with, while his other went to my waist, brushing against a slice of exposed skin. I squirmed and coughed, choking on the chips still in my mouth. He pulled back long enough for me to swallow and catch my breath. When he moved off the couch, he took the bag with him.
When I no longer had him for support, I fell to the side. Eric stood next to the couch stuffing a handful of Cheetos in his mouth. He shoved so many in, his cheeks puffed out like a squirrel hoarding nuts.
With my elbow on the arm of the couch and my head propped in my hand, I watched Eric stand in front of me with a mouthful of Cheetos, one hand on his hip, the other out toward me, palm up. He crooked a finger in my direction and motioned me over. I lay back on the couch looking at the ceiling.
“Come and get it,” he teased.
I had no intention of jumping up after him. If I got up and ran, he won. I wanted to win. “No, I'll wait.”
Eric looked defeated. His shoulders slumped, his head hung low. I grinned at him. Like a snake, I slid off the couch and eased onto the table in front it before jumping toward him. He was
faster than I expected, because he caught me in midair. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled the bag from between us. He held me up, his arms around my waist, hands cupping my butt.