Forever Kinda Love by Priya Kanaparti
Release is currently planned for July 3rd 2014
Life’s. Little. Surprises.
The last thing nine-year-old Carrigan Ace Casper foresaw is to have a ten-year-old Heath Issac Lovelly to walk into her life the day her mother died. In her darkest hour, he comes into her life as a bright shiny star. Over time, even when her father ignores her, Heath sticks by her side and slowly becomes her strength, her need, and her entire world.
From the day Heath met Ace, she’s his saving grace. What she doesn’t know is if it isn’t for her, he’d be dead as meat. Eight years later, Ace faces another challenge that tests the strength of their relationship. Too bad for Ace, Heath’s about to rock her world and prove to her she’s the kind a girl that’s worth dying for. Literally.
Heath is ready to throw every damn grenade and bite down every bullet until she accepts that their love is Forever Kinda Love worth fighting for.
Will he be her forever triumph or her unexpected downfall?
And an unexpected journey to falling in love. Forever.
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“I swear, your room is messier than mine,” Heath says with that teasing voice that makes my skin tingle. “Do you have pigs living in here? Wait no, even pigs—”
“Shut up, butt-head!” The corners of my mouth curve up. “Haven’t you heard? Organized chaos is the new it thing around here.”
Shaking his head, he grabs my cheer bag from the floor by my study desk and slings it over his broad shoulders. My eyes linger on how his black ‘It’s not that I’m immature. It’s just that you started it’ t-shirt stretches across his chest. My gaze travels up to his face and breaks my trance when he smiles smugly in that knowing smile. “Hurry messy girl, or we’re going to be late. If we’re not in my Wrangler in two minutes, we’re skipping.”
Laughing, I walk past him. “You know I can carry my own stuff. I don’t need a butler.”
“Ha. Ha.” He reaches for my waist, his fingers tickling me. I squeal and try to run, but he grabs my waist, pulling me to him. His arm lazily wraps around my shoulder. “I’m trying to do you a favor. With all the books you carry around, I’m sure you’re gonna get a hunch-back before you graduate. And what kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t protect you from that type horrible fate?” We shuffle down the hallway and through the living room.
“Whatever.” I say dismissively. “Hunter—you know your girlfriend—might seem like she’s okay with you hanging with me, but one of these days, I’m afraid, she’s going to hang me in my underwear.”
“When that happens, I’ll make sure you’re wearing a hot pair, deal?” he winks at me.
My mouth drops open. Tingles spur low in my belly as I watch him saunter past me, out of the front door and toward his red door-less, windowless Wrangler. Once the shock wears off, I snap my mouth shut and jog to catch up with him. God, why does he affect me this way? If a wink stops me from functioning, I can’t imagine what a kiss with Heath can feel like.
He tosses my bag in the back seat then turns to face me. As soon as he closes the distance between us, my body starts to hum at his nearness, practically panting inside. I take in a deep breath to tame panting. A mixture of mandarins, cloves, and something fresh like the smell of earth after the rain, fills my lungs.
He places a finger under my chin and tugs my head up. His bluish green eyes, deep, soft and soulful, brood into mine reminding me of the ocean during sunset. “I always have your back, baby.” He leans even closer, his breath fanning my forehead as his lips touch that spot, right smack in the center. “Always.”
I close my eyes and swallow, feeling my throat muscles work.
“Don’t ever doubt that.”
My heart is racing hundred miles an hour and I fear that if I breathe in this moment, I’ll lose control of my inhibitions. So I nod, opening my eyes.
“Now you have five seconds to get your sweet ass in my baby, before I declare a skip day.”
I shuffle my feet climbing in his baby—boys and their cars—and buckle up. I tell myself to get a grip, as I watch Heath slide across the hood of his jeep. He jumps in his seat and gives a shit eating grin, like the cat that ate a truckload of canary.
I shake my head. “Show-off.”
A cream color poly cup on the center console with my name written on it catches my eye.
An involuntary smile spreads over my lips. Yeah, Heath always has my back. He has never failed to, not even for a day. He’s my rock. My confidant. My secret keeper. And I won’t let anything screw that up for us, which means I have to shove my misplaced feelings deep inside myself. I touch the cup of coffee to my lips and take in my first sip of heavenly goodness.
“Ace.” His deep voice brings me back from my thoughts.
I turn my head to him, then at his upturned hand. A pink damask rose rests between his forefinger and thumb and a sweet boyish smile plays over his lips, brightening his face.
“528 weeks, baby.” He brims.
528 weeks since we met in the hospital more than ten years ago.
528 pink damask roses each signifies a week since we met.
528 reasons to fall head-over-heels in love with my best friend without him knowing.
I blink back the tears, and gulp down the pain stuck at the back of my throat. His smile widens as my hand grazes his fingers. “Thank you.”
He leans his forehead against mine and brushes my cheek with his fingertips, stopping at the corner of my mouth. His eyes drop to stare at my mouth, and just for a second I wonder if he’ll kiss me. Then he blinks, the moment waning. “I don’t want you to thank me. You’re my best friend, Ace. Just promise you’ll always be part of my life.”
Yeah, I’m not going to let anything ruin our friendship. Not even a stupid emotional heart soring crush. “Always.” I promise.
I’m in deep, deep trouble.
About the Author
Indie YA/NA Author. DRACIAN LEGACY, a YA Paranormal Romance releases in 2013. I strongly believe that true love concurs all and that's what I write about.
I live in beautiful city of Boise, ID. I'm a full time working mom and part time YA Novel Author.
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