Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Traced by Megan Squires Blog Tour and Giveaway



Tessa can’t sleep.

But when your parents are dead and the government directs your path in life, sleep shouldn’t come easily. Lately, Tessa’s fitful nights are growing even more predictable, almost like déjà vu. And she’s beginning to think that something greater is at work—something her society has taken drastic measures to keep hidden.

Caught between self-discovery and government conformity, she’ll have to choose either the boy who can help her reveal this new truth or the one that can provide her with the security of familiarity.

Tessa’s faced with a weighty decision. And she’s going to need more than a good night’s sleep to make it.


Traced Teaser

2:34.

Seriously? Not again.

It’s so frustrating that those three numbers harbor so much meaning. For anyone else it’s just one of 1,440 other minutes in a day. It quickly ticks by in sixty seconds, and chances are, a normal person is completely unaware of its coming and going. But too many times those numbers stop me in my tracks. Or wake me out of a sound sleep. No other minute of the day causes me anxiety, but 2:34 sets into motion a full range of emotions so vast that every time it passes it’s as though life comes skidding to a halt, yet again.

2:34 p.m.

I never read the coroner’s report, nor cared to know the details. I knew they had crashed—that something in one of the plane’s engines malfunctioned shortly after takeoff. When I saw the officers pulling onto the long, dirt drive just as I had placed the last plate left from lunch into the wire dish rack, I knew it was bad news.

That’s all I needed to know. I didn’t want more details because I didn’t want my last memories to be about the facts of how they died. They lived life too fully to be summed up in a two-sentence statement regarding their death. So all I inquired about was the time of the crash.

That I did want to know—the precise minute when my life changed forever.



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About Megan Squires - website, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads
Megan Squires lives with her husband and two children just outside of Sacramento, California. A graduate from the University of California, Davis, Megan is now a full-time mother, wife, and dreamer – though her characters don’t often give her much opportunity to sleep.








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Due to circumstances beyond my control my review of Traced will be posted at a later date. 



Thursday, February 21, 2013

Focus by Alyssa Rose Ivy Blog Tour and Giveaway



Title: Focus (Crescent Chronicles, #2)

Author: Alyssa Rose Ivy

Release Date: January 23, 2013

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Age Group: Mature YA/ New Adult










Book Links:

Focus (Crescent Chronicles, #2)
Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Goodreads

Flight (Crescent Chronicles, #1)
Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Goodreads


FOCUS Description:

Freshman year of college is hard even when you're not tied to the future king of a supernatural society.

Allie dives into college head first with Hailey as her roommate and the city of New Orleans as her backyard. As things within The Society heat up, Allie realizes that whether she’s with Levi or not, she's in far too deep to turn back.


FLIGHT Description:

Sometimes you just have to take flight.

A summer in New Orleans is exactly what Allie needs before starting college. Accepting her dad’s invitation to work at his hotel offers an escape from her ex-boyfriend and the chance to spend the summer with her best friend. Meeting a guy is the last thing on her mind—until she sees Levi.

Unable to resist the infuriating yet alluring Levi, Allie finds herself at the center of a supernatural society and forced to decide between following the path she has always trusted or saving a city that might just save her.

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Alyssa Rose Ivy is a Young Adult and New Adult author who loves to weave stories with 
romance and a southern setting. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with the 
South after moving to New Orleans for college. After years as a perpetual student, she turned 
back to her creative side and decided to write. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and 
two young children, and she can usually be found with a cup of coffee in her hand.



My Thoughts:

I've been anxiously waiting to continue Allie and Levi's story. I mean how could I not be, that cliffhanger at the end of Flight was, well....frustrating to say the least.  Now it appears that I'll be biting my nails until Found. Yep, that's right another wtf cliffhanger. 

Focus read a lot more like a contemporary novel rather than a paranormal, which I for one, liked. There was some mention of the Pterons and Levi had some paranormal meetings to attend for the society. Other than that it was very much about Levi and Allie's romance and Alli's new experience as a college student at Tulane. I really enjoyed watching Allie's friendships grow with Hailey and her new dorm mates. 

My only complaint and it really isn't a real complaint it's more of an, ugh!!!! Allie drove me a little  insane with her constant back and forth jerking of poor Levi's chain. Now don't get me wrong Levi messed up big time in Flight but it felt almost like she were using her affections as a weapon and that really annoys me. OK end rant!

So now I sit and I wait and I pray that Levi isn't keeping more secrets from Allie. Until then readers... Enjoy!

Join Alyssa Rose Ivy on the rest of the Focus Tour here. 


Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Cover Reveal: Bitter Angel by Megan Hand


Title: Bitter Angel
Author: Megan Hand

Expected release date: April 1, 2013
Genre: Thriller
Age Group: New Adult

Cover reveal organized by:  AToMR Tours


Book Description:

Torn between two realities.
A choice that will mean life or death.
She won’t know anything… until she wakes up.

College sophomore, Lila Spencer lived Friday night twice. She doesn’t know how or why, just that she did. As if she split in half and went in two different directions.

Out clubbing with her friends, Heather and Nilah, the girls rock it out and party hard. What begins as an innocent night will lead to a deadly fight for their lives, and Lila might be their only chance for survival.

In bed with her boyfriend, Jay, Lila is safe and warm as she drifts to sleep in the arms of the man she loves. Until she is sucked into a horrifying nightmare of her friends’ deaths.

As the sunlight warms her face on Saturday morning, the two scenarios collide. But there can be only one outcome. Will she wake up in her warm bed with Jay by her side, devastated and grieving for her friends? Or was she there to save them?

The answer is just the beginning.

About the Author:

At twelve, Megan decided to write a novel. A month later, she quit. A reading junkie by nature, she started writing again in her twenties as a way to get the voices out, because who wouldn't want to create a Real Living Person out of thin air? Megan also plays the piano and sings. She teaches little kids and takes pictures of pretty butterflies. She eats way too much chocolate, is sort of a mad scientist with her blender, and spends an unhealthy amount of time LOLing on Facebook and Twitter. She lives in Ohio with her husband and very smiley son. Bitter Angel is her first published novel.


Blog: http://meganhandwrites.blogspot.com/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/meganhandauthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/meganhandwrites



Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Cover Reveal: Drowning In You by Rebecca Berto (Waiting On Wednesday)


Title: Drowning in You
Author: Rebecca Berto
Expected release date: April 12, 2013
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age Group: New Adult 
Cover Designer: Okay Creations. http://www.okaycreations.net ; Jacqueline Barkla Photography (http://jacquelinebarkla.deviantart.com)
Reveal organized by: AToMR Tours
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17206928-drowning-in-you




Book Description:

Secretly crushing
Crushed by a tragedy
Charlee May’s been crushing on Dexter Hollingworth since she was fifteen. Five years later, a horrific skiing disaster at Mason’s Ski Lift Resort leaves her millionaire dad critically injured and her mom dead at the hands of Dexter operating the lifts. Charlee is suddenly the sole caretaker for her little brother while their world falls apart.
Dexter couldn’t be more different from Charlee. He’s tattooed, avoids exclusive relationships and his Dad has a fair share of illegal dealings. With Dexter’s reputation, almost everyone believes he planned the Mason’s skiing disaster.
And after all these years he’s still crushing on Charlee May, the girl who’s too good for him.
When this cruel twist of fate ties Charlee’s family and Dexter’s reputation together, Charlee and Dexter wonder if their feelings are reciprocated, while Dexter discovers his dad is trying to steal the May’s millionaire fortune.
But like an addiction, one look, one touch, one taste—they’re hooked no matter the consequences.


About the Author

Rebecca Berto writes stories that are a bit sexy, and straddle the line between Literary and Tear Your Heart Out. She gets a thrill when her readers are emotional reading her stories, and gets even more of a kick when they tell her so. She’s strangely imaginative, spends too much time on her computer, and is certifiably crazy when she works on her fiction.
Rebecca Berto lives in Melbourne, Australia with her boyfriend and their doggy.

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Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Lennon's Jinx by Chris Meyers (Blog Tour, Review and Giveaway)



Title: Lennon’s Jinx

Author: Chris Myers

Expected release date: January 15, 2013
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age Group: New Adult
Tour organized by: AToMR Tours

Book Description:

Sometimes, we don’t get to choose who we fall for.

Lennon spends most of his time raising his little sister Currie while trying to skate through his senior year of high school. He prefers groupies with no-strings attached but finds himself strangely attracted to Jinx, the straight-A student in his choir. Lennon’s curiosity overrules his good sense as he tries to peel away the layers to discover the reason for Jinx’s skittishness.

Jinx conceals the black truth about herself from her friends. She won’t admit to them that she screwed up big time, losing her first love and what she once held most precious.

When Lennon’s band holds auditions to replace their keyboard player, Jinx comes to tryout and almost leaves after seeing Lennon. Despite the fact she despises him, she joins the band to nurture her love of music that will hopefully ease the guilt gnawing away at her.

Like the rest of his band mates, Jinx soon witnesses Lennon battling his infamous father for the custody of Currie. While confronting his pent-up anger at his dad, Lennon exposes vulnerabilities he had no intention of letting any girl ever see, especially Jinx. Their reckless pasts may bring them together or further complicate their already messy lives.


Chris Myers suffers from an overactive imagination. In second grade, Sister Bernice produced Chris's first play about pumpkins mauling and eating children. Apparently, the nuns didn’t catch the underlying meaning. This instantly raised Chris to stardom amongst her peers for the several days off from schoolwork while in production. She spent her high school years writing torch songs for fantasy guys then moved onto writing thrillers and young adult. Chris lives in Colorado with her daughter, her better half, and BeBe, a rambunctious Bichon.

Chris literally has very few photos of herself, even though photography put her through college. Here she is with her sisters and daughter. Chris is the one with the vino.
Chris started out as an art major, then moved to bio-chem, hoping to play Victor Frankenstein as a genetic engineer or messing with people's minds as a psychiatrist. Just as she was about to graduate, she decided being broke for another four to ten years wouldn't work out for her adventurous spirit and traveling. She ended up with an electrical engineering degree then a masters. As it turns out, she should've finished her first novel twenty-five years ago and stuck in the make-believe world where she is happiest.



My Thoughts:

Lennon's Jinx is such an emotional read. Not in the way that you will be crying through out it, but in the way that you will laugh, cry, smile, ache, gasp, groan and yeah you might shed a tear or two.

Myers' characters are divine. Lennon appears to be you typical bad boy slut (for lack of a better word). However, quickly you realize that there is so much more to him. The way he cares for his little sister and his "second" family make you wish that there were more guys around like him. Oh and did I mention that Lennon isn't just a normal super hot bad boy but that he's also in a band? Bonus!  Lennon's little sister Currie is hilarious. Myers did such an amazing job of writing this little California girl too grown up for her age, but young and innocent all at the same time. 

Jinx broke my heart and made me want to bring her home and take care of her. She has kept her secret and lived in fear for way too long. I loved how Myers finally gives her someone to lean on and take some of her burden so that she could start to heal. 

Parts of this story were perhaps a bit predictable. Bad boy finally meets the right girl and becomes the perfect guy. Girl has had a tough time and is afraid of boys but the right boy melts her. They verbally spare until they just can't resist anymore. Don't get me wrong though, I love this kind of story and Myers nailed it! 

Lennon's Jinx is considered New Adult and I would have to agree with that. There is lots of underage drinking, abuse, and just some generally tough subject matter. 

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Monday, February 11, 2013

Cover Reveal: A Terrible Love by Marata Eros



Title: A TERRIBLE LOVE
Author: Marata Eros
Expected release date: February 13, 2013
Genre: Women's fiction/ Contemporary Romance
Age Group: New Adult
Cover Designer: Phatpuppyart
Cover reveal organized by: AToMR Tours

Book Description

Jessica Mackey is living a meticulously fabricated lie of necessity. She's left the secret tragedy of her past behind along with who she was and is forging ahead with a clean slate. Jess soon discovers that passion can't be left behind; her own and that of the one man that sees who she really is. Whose presence caresses her soul in a way that may breach the peaceful life Jess has made for herself.

Devin Castile sees a young woman that is the missing puzzle piece to his existence and who is also the victim to a heinous crime.  Devin convinces himself that he can remain emotionally distant even while indulging his physical desire for her. When the lies that Jess has made crumble before their attraction and the truth is revealed, one of them might pay with their life... or their very being.

About the Author

Marata Eros is a mixed-genre writer of dark erotica and fantasy with elements of romance and horror. She has completed her first contemporary romance, A TERRIBLE LOVE as her next new release. Marata is a passionate reader who loves interacting with her readers and is more grateful than she can express for their support.




Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Cover Reveal: Trust in Me by Bethany Lopez


Trust in Me (Friends & Lovers #3)
Release Date: 02/28/13
Cover designed by: B Design 

Summary from Goodreads:
This is a New Adult Title - Meant for Readers 18 & Older.


Roni’s dreams of becoming a contemporary dancer were smashed under the brutal rage of her ex-husband's fists. Getting divorced and starting over at the age of twenty-two was never her plan, but maybe in Texas, she'll find her path. When the town's local player, Rich, opens a Rec Center, she sees a way to rekindle her dancing dreams...and maybe have a little fun with her sexy new boss.



Rich never expected to fulfill his dreams in the town he planned to leave behind, but that's just what he's doing. His reputation as a noncommittal ladies' man might make it challenging to earn respect in the business world, but he's willing to prove that he's serious. In fact, when it comes to pursuing Roni, he's more than willing. But she's taking a page out of his book, not wanting to risk another relationship. Can he convince her that his playboy days are over and that she can trust him with her heart?

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About the Author
Bethany Lopez was born in Detroit, Michigan, and grew up in Michigan and San Antonio, Texas. She went to High School at Dearborn High, in Dearborn, Michigan, which is where she has set her Young Adult series. She is married and has a blended family with five children. She is currently serving in the United States Air Force as a Recruiter in Los Angeles, California. She has always loved to read and write and has seen her dream realized by independently publishing her novels through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords.

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

A Song For Julia by Charles Sheehan-Miles Blog Tour & Giveaway


Title: A Song for Julia
Author: Charles Sheehan-Miles
Release date: December 15, 2012
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age Group: New Adult
Event organized by: AToMR Tours














Buy Links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/0988273659/

Kobo: http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/A-Song-for-Julia/bookZGax6QmN6UKhq8Q4Cgblxg/page1.html?s=bhQX3cKyPkevJmqHjCrIYg&r=1

BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/a-song-for-julia-charles-sheehanmiles/1113891044?ean=2940015799866&itm=1&usri=a+song+for+julia

Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/a-song-for-julia/id584188847?mt=11


Book Description:

Everyone should have something to rebel against. 
Crank Wilson left his South Boston home at sixteen to start a punk band and burn out his rage at the world. Six years later, he's still at odds with his father, a Boston cop, and doesn't ever speak to his mother. The only relationship that really matters is with his younger brother, but watching out for Sean can be a full-time job.  The one thing Crank wants in life is to be left the hell alone to write his music and drive his band to success. 

Julia Thompson left a secret behind in Beijing that exploded into scandal in Washington, DC,
threatening her father's career and dominating her family's life. Now, in her senior year at Harvard, she's haunted by a voice from her past and refuses to ever lose control of her emotions again, especially when it comes to a guy. 

When Julia and Crank meet at an anti-war protest in Washington in the fall of 2002, the connection between them is so powerful it threatens to tear everything apart.

My Thoughts:

I love when I start a book and can tell right away that I'm not going to want put it down. I suggest you don't start this one late at night because if you are like me you won't want to go to bed until you've finished. 

I have know idea how Julia was able to resist Crank as long as she did because I was instantly in love with him. A bad boy rock star that wants to give up his bad boy ways just for you. Oh hell yeah! That's my favorite kind of boy. Add to that he is actually a really sweet guy underneath...swoon! 

Julia has been through hell and has no idea how to trust anyone! Her family has never been there for her, she's been betrayed in the worst way by not only her ex but also her best friend. She's been bullied by her parents and her classmates. She has barely figured out how to hold on and Crank is not helping her situation. 

There is so much about this book that I loved but I don't want to give too much away, I will say that author Charles Sheehan-Miles did an excellent job with the separate points of view. We get to see inside the minds of both Julia and Crank and how they see each other and themselves. A great addition to the rapidly growing New Adult genre and a beautiful, romantic, emotional novel. I can't wait to go back and read Just Remember to Breathe and I look forward to the next novel The Last Hour. 

About the Author:


Charles Sheehan-Miles has been a soldier, computer programmer, short-order cook and nonprofit executive. He is the author of several books, including the indie bestsellers Just Remember to Breathe and Republic: A Novel of America's Future.




Author social media links:

https://www.facebook.com/CharlesSheehanMiles
Fan group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/384693288275181/
https://twitter.com/CSheehanMiles
Website: http://www.sheehanmiles.com
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/415636.Charles_Sheehan_Miles


Excerpt #1 - Suburban Princess (Crank)
October 26, 2002
Maybe it’s just me. But I would have thought that a girl at the center of the biggest anti-war 
protest since the Vietnam War might not have had such a gigantic stick up her ass. But no … there she was, her mouth moving, and I didn’t understand a word. To be fair, she was wicked hot, even if she did dress like a librarian; she wore a floral knee-length skirt that hugged her thighs and a pastel colored sweater with what looked like a thousand bangles and 
bracelets running up her right wrist. Her eyes were a  striking pale blue, framed with dark 
brownish-blonde hair. She had this schoolgirl look about her that made me want to lick the back of her neck. It was the hostile stream of words out of her sexy little mouth that caused me to step back, both irritated and defensive. 

“What was that?” I asked, hoping to get the torrent of words to just stop.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. I grinned.

“What I said was, you guys can’t set up here just yet. Mark Tashburn is about to go on … 
then there’s a fifteen-minute break. You guys can set up after that.”
I rolled my eyes. “And we go on at the end of the fifteen minutes?”
She smiled, her face relaxing a little. I don’t think she liked me that much. Her smile looked 
fake. Those ice cold eyes? Her smile never reached that far. I wondered what a genuine smile from her would look like.
“That’s right,” she replied.
“That won’t work,” I said. “Takes longer to set up than fifteen minutes.”
She sighed. “And why, exactly, are we just finding this out now?”
“Hey, not my fault. I don’t know who organized the time schedule on this thing, but it’s a 
complete mess. If you want us playing in 30 minutes, we needed to start setting up an hour ago. 
Takes time to set up the equipment and tune up.”She huffed a little and said, “Fine. Just … try not to distract the audience too much.”Jesus, whatever. She came running up the moment we’d started to carry equipment on stage. 
Not like the crowd was paying attention anyway, there must be a hundred thousand people out there. Bunch of hippies and peace freaks and what looked to be effing soccer moms. For the hundredth time, I asked myself how the hell I’d gotten roped into playing at an anti-war protest. 
Of course, this was the biggest venue we’d ever played. But seriously, so far, the speakers 
had been a series of retreads from the 1960s. If that didn’t show how disconnected this thing was from reality, I didn’t know what did.
Whatever. This was Serena’s deal. She was big in the anti-war politics. And what Serena was 
into, the band did. We didn’t have a manager, but she was the closest to it. She sang with me and played rhythm guitar and had a magic sense for what music would work and what wouldn’t. 
We rushed to get set up without alarming the natives or hippies. Finished in record time, no 
thanks to the princess who was off to the side of the stage with a clipboard, directing people here and there.
So, between the setup, tune up, and start, I had about fifteen seconds to take a breath and then launched into the first licks. The college kids in the audience started to groove on it right away, but the senior citizens and soccer moms … and holy shit, there was a lot of them … stared up at us as if the stage had been swept with radioactive contamination. I gave the guitar and vocals just an extra twinge for them, blasting out the raunchiest original version of the lyrics to our song“Fuck the War” rather than the extra special sensitive studio lyrics we’d ended up releasing. 
I don’t want to mislead you. Morbid Obesity isn’t a punk band, more alternative rock, with a 
bit of an edge. I’m the edge. To date, our most popular song was “Fuck the War,” which we 
released on an EP a few months back. It’s a love song about my mom and dad, but you’ve got to listen to the lyrics to get that. I put a lot of  emotion into it when I was writing it and when I performed it.
It was a perfect day to be on stage and outdoors: cool, but not cold. The sky was clear and 
cloudless, an occasional breeze wafting across the stage, a hundred thousand people of all 
shapes, sizes and colors spread across the frickin’ National Mall. I’d never seen anything like it. 
I was on the second round of the chorus when I looked to the right of the stage and saw Miss 
Princess. She was grooving on the music. Moving just slightly, her lips were parted in a way that caught my breath. Pouty lips. Kissable lips. I had to laugh at myself a bit. So not my type. Well, except that she was female and kind of hot. Still, not my type. 
Back in high school, some freak accident of the Boston Public School system sent a group of 
rich kids from Back Bay to South Boston High. That was a laugh. It only lasted a year, though I don’t know if that’s because they got the zoning reversed, or the parents just yanked their kids from the public schools. This girl reminded me of some of those kids. Imperious. Superior. Some of them looked at the rats like me as if we were future criminals.
I wonder if that’s why she was turning me on so much?
It made me want to tease her a little, so when I launched into the second verse, I sang right to her, and her alone. I was on the second verse when she met my eyes. I held them. Her eyes, so distant and blue, were arresting. She noticed I was singing to her and froze in place, a deer caught in the headlights. I love it when girls react that way. Showed she was human. If we’dbeen back home in Boston, I’d have grabbed her and pulled her on the stage, but that wouldn’t go over with this audience.
After a second though, she met my eyes and gave a sly grin, as if to say ‘I know what you’re 
up to.’ I grinned back, belting out the lyrics. The bass and drums in this song were powerful and demanded that the body dance. I broke off eye contact and took off across the stage, threw myself into the solo, screaming out the lyrics at the crescendo, and then I brought the song to a crashing halt.
Despite the shock of the soccer moms and lobbyists in the crowd, the college kids loved it 
and screamed for more. Suburban Princess applauded, a mysterious grin on her face. I wanted to know her a lot better. 
That wasn’t going to happen. This was an anti-war protest, not a meet and greet. As soon as 
the song finished, we started breaking down the stage and golden girl jumped up to the 
microphone and shouted, “Give it up for Morbid Obesity and their hit “Fuck the War”!” I paused what I was doing to check her out while she was at the microphone.
The crowd went nuts again, which was nice. Hearing the name of my song on those lips was 
even nicer. But five seconds later, she was introducing the next round of speakers, a bunch of 
broken down Vietnam and Gulf War vets who had been dredged up by the organizers of this parade to give it some credibility.
Mark and I dragged most of the equipment off the stage, while Pathin broke down the drums, and Serena pulled the extra monitors and wiring apart. As I stepped off the stage for the last time, the suburban princess met me at the bottom of the stairs. I stumbled down the last step and ended up less than six inches away from her, looking down into those fantastic eyes.
“You guys were pretty good,” she said, her head tilted back, eyes on mine. “Thanks for doing 
this.”
I shrugged and grinned. “It was fun.” Pretty good? That’s it? Jesus, she was close. I could 
smell her perfume, a faint, pretty smell.
“So …” she said, looking me in the eyes.Awkward.
“How long is this thing gonna go?” I asked.
“Half a dozen more speakers, then they march around the White House. Maybe another 
hour.”
Mark walked up just as she was answering the question. Our bass player, Mark, is a big guy, 
who might have been a football player in an alternate universe where football players smoked too much pot and hung out with the bugs in the Pit in Harvard Square. His eyes widened when I opened my stupid mouth again.
“So, after it’s over, want to grab some lunch?”
For just a second her smile faltered, and she looked … almost angry. I know I’m not exactly 
wearing frickin’ tweed, but I’m not a bad guy, no need to be offended. 
“Come on,” I said, “it’s just lunch. I won’t do anything too offensive.”Mark spoke in a sarcastic tone, “I don’t think she’s your type, Crank.”
She closed her mouth, eyes darting to Mark. Her eyes narrowed, and her lips set in a thin 
line. It looked like she wanted to hit him. This girl was volatile. I liked that. “Sure,” she said. 
“Where?”
I shrugged. “Um … I don’t know the area.”
She looked thoughtful for just a second. “Georgia Brown’s at 15th and K Street. They’ve got 
outdoor seating. See you there … four o’clock?”
Yes! Was it me, or had she moved closer to me?
Mark let out a chuckle and walked away.
“All right, see you at four,” I said, looking at her eyes one more time. 
I don’t know what the hell I was thinking.







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