SAVE ME AND I'LL SAVE YOU....
My name is Calla Price. I’m eighteen years old, and I’m
one half of a whole.
My other half-- my twin brother, my Finn-- is crazy.
I love him. More than life, more than anything. And even
though I’m terrified he’ll suck me down with him, no one can save him but me.
I’m doing all I can to stay afloat in a sea of insanity,
but I’m drowning more and more each day. So I reach out for a lifeline.
Dare DuBray.
He’s my savior and my anti-Christ. His arms are where I
feel safe, where I’m afraid, where I belong, where I’m lost. He will heal me,
break me, love me and hate me.
He has the power to destroy me.
Maybe that’s ok. Because I can’t seem to save Finn and
love Dare without everyone getting hurt.
Why? Because of a secret.
A secret I’m so busy trying to figure out, that I never
see it coming.
You won’t either.
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Glancing up, I suck my breath in when I find dark eyes
connected to mine, eyes so dark they’re almost black, and the energy in them is
enough to freeze me in place.
A boy is attached to the dark gaze.
A man.
He’s probably no more than twenty or twenty-one, but
everything about him screams man.
There’s no boy in him. That part
of him is very clearly gone. I see it in
his eyes, in the way he holds himself, in the perceptive way he takes in his
surroundings, then stares at me with singular focus, like we’re somehow
connected by a tether. He’s got a
million contradictions in his eyes….aloofness, warmth, mystery, charm, and
something else I can’t define.
He’s muscular, tall, and wearing a tattered black
sweatshirt that says Irony is lost on you in orange letters. His dark jeans are belted with black leather,
and a silver band encircles his middle finger.
Dark hair tumbles into his face and a hand with long
fingers impatiently brushes it back, all the while his eyes are still connected
with mine. His jaw is strong and
masculine, with the barest hint of stubble.
His gaze is still connected to mine, like a livewire, or
a lightning bolt. I can feel the charge
of it racing along my skin, like a million tiny fingers, flushing my
cheeks. My lungs flutter and I swallow
hard.
And then, he smiles at me.
At me.
Because I don’t know him and he doesn’t know better.
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Courtney Cole is a novelist who would eat mythology for breakfast if she could. She has a degree in Business, but has since discovered that corporate America is not nearly as fun to live in as fictional worlds. She loves chocolate and roller coasters and hates waiting and rude people.
Courtney lives in quiet suburbia, close to Lake Michigan, with her real-life Prince Charming, her ornery kids (there is a small chance that they get their orneriness from their mother) and a small domestic zoo.
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I really love the cover of this book, it's so beautiful! I really want to try this one myself, so I have put it on my TBR!
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