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DRR is sharing an awesome new YA Contemporary Romance, published by Swoon Romance!
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~Publisher: Swoon Romance
~Published: October 18th 2016
~Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
Seventeen-year-old Autumn Teslow arrives at her father’s job fair knowing she’ll never measure up to the perfect image of daddy’s little girl—her twin sister.
Wearing anger management issues like a second skin won’t help Autumn win her dad’s approval for the big trip she’s been planning—or meet his condition that she successfully complete a summer internship for college.
Autumn’s cool unravels when her sister lectures against disappointing the family again. And when a young, bearded guy steps through the crowd to settle the growing argument between siblings, Autumn lashes out, dubbing him a “Duck Dynasty wannabe.”
At Nineteen, Caden Behr is clueless as to why his man parts are threatened by the fearsome girl before him. He’d only come to find an intern for his recreational equipment company, not break up a girl-fight between two sisters.
Unfortunately, the only candidate left is the girl who just told him off. Without her, he’ll never prove to his CEO mother that he’s ready for more responsibility.
Autumn and Caden agree that if they can keep from killing one another, they can use one another to get what they want and then never have to see each other again. Which is what they want.
Until it isn’t.
Because despite her best efforts to scare him off, and his fading desire to push her into the lake, they’re beginning to enjoy the time they spend together. But pride is a hard habit to break. And if neither will admit their changing feelings, they could lose a whole lot more than one summer.
As a child, Julie’s summers were about horseback riding and fishing, while winter brought sledding and ice-skating on frozen ponds. Most of life was magical, but not all. She struggled with multiple learning disabilities, and spent much of her time gazing out windows and daydreaming. In the fourth grade (with the help of one very nice teacher) she fought dyslexia for her right to read and won.
Afterward, she invented stories where powerful heroines kicked bad-guy butt to win the hearts charismatic heroes. And then she wrote one down…
Writing ever since, Julie weaves southern gothic, contemporary, fantasy, and young adult romances. She enjoys sweeping tales of mystery and epic adventure… which must include a really hot guy. Her writing is proof a dream and some hard work can overcome any obstacle.
I’m jolted awake. The bus hits another pothole and two facts become clear. First, I must have been asleep a long while, because my arm has pins and needles and hurts like a mother. Second, Autumn’s head rests on that arm. Her long hair streams from beneath her knit hat and tickles my skin. I honestly don’t know whether to shove her off of me, or leave her where she is.
I angle slightly and peer at her sleeping face. Not bad, really. Clear skin, cute little nose—when she’s not breathing fire through it. Eyebrows several shades darker than her hair arc over closed lids. Soft and rhythmic, the breaths that smell of cinnamon gum lightly blow against the hair on my arm. Thick, black lashes fan out against her cheeks. My gaze sweeps her frame and back. Some girls this small are curve-less, but not Autumn. Suddenly the bus feels ten degrees warmer.
She nestles closer up my arm. Her breath heats the skin of my neck, ramping my pulse. Oh yeah, I’m leaving her exactly where she is.
An ear bud hangs loose on her shoulder. I hear buzzing but can’t make out the song. Without moving her, my other hand lifts the wire off her shoulder. I push the earpiece into my ear canal, but I don’t know the band. Most likely some coffee house, alternative shit.
She seems so different, peaceful and still sleeping against me. I relax and breathe deeper.
Faster than a bullet, her tiny fist strikes my chest. “What the hell?”
Yeah, she’s peaceful all right … like a wolverine.
She jolts away as though I’ve burnt her. The earpiece I borrowed pops from my ear like a cork.
“Why are you hitting me?” I ask. Her feeble punch didn’t hurt, it’s the principle. Rule number one: don’t use me as your pillow and then blame me for, well … enjoying it.
“You were practically on top of me.”
The old, white-haired lady across the aisle leans up to get a better look. Another guy wearing a ball cap bends around in his seat, but he seems more focused on Autumn’s legs than our argument.
I don’t know if I’m embarrassed or annoyed, but the guy’s staring pisses me off. My pointed gaze hits him between the eyes. “Something I can help you with?” He shrugs and turns around. Satisfied, I face Autumn. “For the record, I wasn’t on you, you were on me. You fell asleep. I woke up and found you drooling all over my arm.” I pretend to wipe something off my skin to underline the point.
“I did not,” Autumn says, though she rubs her mouth to make sure. “And I don’t drool.” But she continues to touch her lips, and I’m satisfied I’ve made my case.
“Whatever, just stay in your own chair.”
“Fine!”A quick glance shows her stuffing her bunny book into a leather bag. She pulls out two sticks of gum, a thick spiral pad, and some pencils. Curling up in her seat, she leans as far away from me as possible, tucking her legs beneath her. She pops the gum in her maw and commences chewing like a llama on crack. Decidedly un-cute, and all the reminder I need that this chick needs therapy. And distance.
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