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WILD RECKLESS
Very Mature YA Contemporary Romance
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WILD RECKLESS
Very Mature YA Contemporary Romance
Goodreads I Amazon I Google Play I iBooks
BLURB:
Instead,
a
nightmare
took
over.
It
didn’t
happen
all
at
once,
but
her
life
unraveled
quickly—a
tiny
thread
that
evil
somehow
kept
pulling
until
everything
precious
was
taken
from
her.
She
was
suddenly
living
miles
away
from
her
old
life,
trapped
in
an
existence
she
didn’t
choose—one
determined
to
destroy
her
from
the
inside,
leaving
only
hate
and
anger
behind.
It
didn’t
help
that
her
neighbor,
the
one
whose
eyes
held
danger,
was
enjoying
every
second
of
her
fall.
Owen
Harper
was
trouble,
his
heart
wild
and
his
past
the
kind
that’s
spoken
about
in
whispers.
And
somehow,
his
path
was
always
intertwined
with
Kensington’s,
every
interaction
crushing
her,
ruining
her
hope
for
any
future
better
than
her now.
Sometimes,
though,
what
everyone
warns
is
trouble,
is
exactly
what
the
heart
needs.
Owen
Harper
was
consumed
with
darkness,
and
it
held
onto
his
soul
for
years.
When
Kensington
looked
at
him,
she
saw
a
boy
who’d
gotten
good
at
taking
others
down
when
they
threatened
his
carefully
balanced
life.
But
the
more
she
looked,
the
more
she
saw
other
things
too—good
things…things
to
admire.
Things…to
love.
Things
that
made
her
want
to
be
reckless.
And those things…they
were
the
scariest
of
all.
EXCERPT:
I dodge backpacks and elbows through the busy hallway until I see the glass door of the principal’s office swing open, Owen stepping through, his own pink slip crumpled in his hand, his eyes still dark, angry.
“Are you okay?” I ask, walking up to him, my steps coming quicker. He grabs my hand fast, his grip on my fingers tight, almost painful, and pulls me behind him through the thick crowd in the hall until we reach the back door, near the loading zone for the cafeteria. He pushes down hard, forcing the door open, then pulls my arm, leading me around a corner to a line of recycling bins.
“I’m so sorry…” I start, but Owen’s hands find me fast, his fingers wrapping around my shoulders, his force moving me back until I’m flush with the wall, and then his lips crash down on me.
His hands slide from my shoulders to my neck and into my hair, his mouth covering mine as if he needs my air to breathe, and he closes the small distance between us, the warmth and hardness of him pressing into my body, my hands operating on their own instinct, finding his sides and back until I’m clinging to him, grabbing bunches of his black sweatshirt all at once.
Owen’s hand moves to his head while he’s kissing me, and he tosses his hat to the ground to the side of us, and I let my fingers move to his hair, weaving the strands in and out, letting the softness of them curl around me.
This is the best kiss of my life. Every kiss with Owen has been the best kiss of my life. But this one—it’s full of something more. His lips work mine for long seconds, his tongue passing over mine slowly, his teeth dragging over my bottom lip, my top lip, tugging on me and pulling me into him even deeper. I can feel his heartbeat through his shirt, and I let my hands roam over his chest and around his back again, the feel of him exactly as it is every time I dream.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
When she's not writing, the odds are high that she's somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Ginger lives in Arizona and is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork 'em, Devils).
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