Jude has spent the whole twenty one years of his life
running. From what, he wasn't quite sure. His mother tried to keep him safe; a
low profile, a constant move on the horizon, a week's pay always stashed away.
She tried to instill in him that he was special somehow, though would never
elaborate. He never felt different. He was so completely normal and vanilla
that he wondered if it had all been in her head. But then she was murdered and
all he saw was a running silhouette of a man as his mother said three final
words to him. Three words that changed his whole being.
Never stop running…
Now he's semi-settled into a big town. The college is huge and easy to blend
into. It's been three months since he had to move because 'Biloxi', as he calls
the man who killed his mother, found him once more.
Then Marley, an eighteen year old girl who is as infuriating as she is
blissfully ignorant of her gorgeousness, smashes into his car with hers. Then
smashes into his life as he realizes that whatever it is he has that Biloxi
wants, she has it, too. And now, they're after them both.
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A slender hand crawled over my collar.
"What's
this from?" she asked in a purr and slid her thumb over the long scar from
my ear all the way to my chin. "Mmm, it's so sexy."
It
followed my jaw line and it was not sexy. Unfortunately, it wasn't the first
time some girl had said as much and it pissed me off to no end that they
thought that, let alone said it out loud.
It was
my reminder of what happened when I let my guard down and it was anything but
sexy.
I bit
down on my retort and sent her a small smile that showed her I was listening,
but she had to work for my attention. "Is that right?"
"Mmhmm,"
she said and kissed my jaw. "I have a little scar, too." She pointed
to the place between her breasts. "Right here. Wanna see it?"
I
managed a chuckle. "Is there really a scar there?"
"Pick
me up tonight and you can find out," she purred, making her friend giggle.
"Don't
think so. Busy."
"Ahhh,
boo." She pouted and let her other hand hook a finger into my waistband.
"Well here's something to keep you company tonight."
And
then she pulled me down by my collar and kissed me. I tried not to cringe away,
but her lip gloss was sticky and sweet. When she tried to open my mouth with
her tongue, I pushed her away gently with my hands wrapped around her bony
arms.
"Let's
keep this PG, honey. Settle down."
She giggled. I knew she
would.
Shelly is a NEW YORK TIMES & USA TODAY bestselling YA
author from a small town in Georgia and loves everything about the south. She
is wife to a fantastical husband and stay at home mom to two boisterous and
mischievous boys who keep her on her toes. She loves paperbacks, coffee, and
candy corn, and to spend time with her family and friends, go out to eat at new
restaurants and site see in the new areas they travel to, listen to music and
also LOVES to read.
Her own books happen by accident and she revels in the writing and imagination
process. She doesn't go anywhere without her notepad for fear of an idea
creeping up and not being able to write it down immediately, even in the middle
of the night, where her best ideas are born.
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