Synospsis:
When
Leah’s ex-boyfriend Kevin betrays her in a horrifically public way, she leaves
town to spend her last summer of college in a place where no one knows who she
is, what happened to her, and what she did to make herself so vulnerable.
All
she wants is a little peace of mind and some good surfing so she can regroup
before returning for her senior year.
After
his own tragedy a few years ago, Drew developed an entirely new and unique
outlook on life and became a risk-taker, daring and dangerous, everything Leah
wanted to avoid.
But
a chance encounter forces her to let Drew into her life, little by little,
secret by secret. He’s smart, funny, persistent, hot, and makes money in a
rather unconventional way.
They
share a mutual fascination and attraction, until her past with Kevin
complicates her present with Drew, making Leah question her future.
Just
as her life seems to be spinning out of control, Leah learns that sometimes you
save someone by letting them save you.
(New
Adult romance)
Excerpt:
Drew
put his hat on and pulled it down just enough to where I could still see his
eyes. He finally answered, and it wasn’t what I expected at all. “You’re
the first girl I’ve ever seen surfing around here. I mean really surfing, not
just messing around. That interested me. That’s why I talked to you those
times. Because you were different. Like me. You’re a risk-taker, but
something’s holding you back. Something happened to you. That’s why you’re
here. That’s why you mostly keep to yourself. That’s why you have those walls
up.”
I
felt my eyes narrowing in anger. I didn’t like this at all. Everything he was
saying was true. And it pissed me off. I slid off the seat and stood. “I
have to go.”
I
started walking toward the door and I had just picked up my surfboard when he
said, “Leah, wait. I’m sorry.”
I
turned around.
He
got up and moved toward me. “It’s raining like crazy, it’s still windy. At
least let me drive you home.”
I
looked out the window and saw that it was still quite blustery. Walking home
with this surfboard wouldn’t have been much fun. And it was only a short distance,
which meant I wouldn’t have to put up with him for long. I pushed the door
open and started to walk out. “Okay. But stop psychoanalyzing me.”
He held the door open for me. “Done.”
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