Synopsis
If there’s one thing Madison Lukas
understands, it’s pain. The pain she feels when her mother ignores her
completely. The pain her best friend endures as her parents starve her as
punishment. The pain of a dangerous boy whose mother has to be carried away by
law enforcement on a regular basis.
She gets it. She feels the pain of others as if it were her own.
But when a mysterious man claiming to be her long lost brother appears with promises of relieving her suffering, trusting him could reveal more truths than Madison is ready for. Because the truth can hurt, too.
She gets it. She feels the pain of others as if it were her own.
But when a mysterious man claiming to be her long lost brother appears with promises of relieving her suffering, trusting him could reveal more truths than Madison is ready for. Because the truth can hurt, too.
"A
fast-paced blend of high-stakes drama and average teenage concerns (sex,
appearance, friends), capped with a welcome message of hope." ~Kirkus
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Excerpt
A
million thoughts flit through my mind as this mystery person kisses me. It's
not a passionate kiss; it's an obnoxious one, the person sucking on my mouth in
a really annoying way. I squirm and the person lets me go.
I
blink and find myself face to face with Alex.
He
smirks, as if to say, “Well, it was worth a try.” And turns to leave.
But
my temper flares and I grab his arm. “What was that?”
No
response, just the usual stare.
“You
don't do that, jerk. I don't care how hot you are, you are not hot
enough to get away with assaulting people.” I wonder if it counts as assault,
though. I don't know the legal definition, but I bet he does, which means I'm
insane to grab his arm and yell at him.
He
looks down at me, pulls his arm out of my grasp, and then glances around, though
there isn't much to see besides the blank white sides of the vans we stand
between. What's odd is how vulnerable he seems now, even though he's six feet
tall at least, and all corded muscle. He shrugs again, as if this is supposed
to explain why he planted one on me.
And
then it clicks. “That whole promise to Carson, the next guy who kisses me is
gonna be my boyfriend? Dream on. Sneak attacks so don't count.”
“What
if you sneak attack me?”
Really,
I think, it's better when he's silent. I unzip my backpack, pull out his
jacket, and try to shove it at him, only to discover that he has rock hard abs.
I'd thought that was just a saying. It's like punching a brick wall and I wince
in pain.
He,
however, stares down at his jacket as if I just handed him a brick of gold.
“Why
are you even in school today?” I ask. “Why aren't you in jail?”
A
sullen glare is the only reply to that one.
“And
listen, you are a loser, you are a creep, you threatened me with a
switchblade-”
“Was
a joke.”
“It
wasn't funny! Let me add to that list of what it would take for a guy to be my
boyfriend. He'd have to be nice to me. He'd have to talk to me sometimes. He'd
have to not feel like he has to sneak around and catch me off guard. He'd have
to act like he likes me.”
“That
all?”
“What?
It rules you out. Except for the talking thing. And what is with the talking
thing? Why are you talking now?”
He
ignores that, lifts his jacket to his face, and sniffs it.
“Oh,
and smoking? Disgusting. I washed your jacket because it was giving me a headache.”
A
dig through his pockets, and he pulls out his cigarettes, then looks at me with
a lifted eyebrow.
“What?
I am not a thief. Of course I put them back.”
The
pack crushes in his fist.
“What
are you doing?”
He
digs in his pocket again and retrieves his lighter.
“Yeah,
I gave that back to you, so you'll have it to burn down the school or
whatever.”
But
rather than ignite it and shove the flame at me, as I expect, he tosses it to
me and I catch it awkwardly with one hand. “Thanks,” he says. He leaves without
a backwards glance.
About the Author
Emily Mah Tippetts writes romance under the name E.M.
Tippetts and science fiction and fantasy under the name Emily Mah. Originally
from New Mexico, she now lives in London with her family. Before she was a
published author, she was an attorney who specialized in real estate,
contracts, and estate planning, especially literary estate planning.
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