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WICKED RESTLESS
Very Mature YA Contemporary Romance
Scheduled to release: October 20, 2015
BLURB:
Andrew Harper grew up in a house marked by tragedy. His older brother Owen did
his best to shelter him, but you can only be protected from life’s pain for so long.
Eventually, you end up just feeling numb…and isolated.
Loneliness was the one constant in Andrew’s life. Until one girl, met by chance in a
high school hallway, changed everything. Emma Burke was a mystery and all that
was beautiful in this world, the only air Andrew ever wanted to breathe. She took
the lonely away, and filled it with hope and color, and Andrew would do anything to
keep her safe, happy and whole.
But sometimes, what feels good and right is what ends up hurting us the most. And
when Andrew and Emma are faced with an impossible decision, Andrew is tested to
see just how far he’s willing to go for the girl who owns his heart.
Cuts are deep.
Scars are left behind.
And revenge beckons.
When Andrew finally gets his chance, in college, five years after his first love broke
him completely, he finds out old feelings don’t really disappear just because you say
you hate someone. The more he tries to avenge all that he believes he lost, the more
he uncovers the real story of what happened years before.
Love is wicked. But a restless heart is never satisfied beating on its own. Can
Andrew and Emma make it right before it's too late, or will the ties that bind them
now destroy their only chance at a future?
EXCERPT:
“Alright, Harper. Who’s the target tonight?” Trent leans over me, startling me out of
my trance, grabbing my next beer and taking it for his own.
“Hey,
dickhead,” I say. He holds up a hand and orders another one, sliding it to me. “I’m
pretty sure it’s your turn this time.”
His face falls and his complexion
turns green. Trent and I have this game we play with one another. It started as a
drunken dare a few months ago, when he goaded me into taking a girl home from
Majerle’s Pub. I’m not suave; I don’t have great pick-up lines. I usually wait for girls
to hit on me. I wait for easy. When Trent dared me, I came up with my own set-up—I
stole a girl’s wallet. I returned it to her later, pretending I’d found it. She was so
grateful she spent the rest of the night sitting on my lap, her arms looped around my
neck, her lips sucking on my skin, her hands soon finding their way in my pants.
That first girl taught me to never bring any of them to our apartment. I go
to theirs now. It’s easier to leave then it is to kick someone out.
“Fine, I’ll
go. But next time, I get to pick your girl,” I say, tipping my beer back to drink what’s
left before leaving the bottle on the bar behind me and pointing at my friend.
“Dude, whatever. You know it’s your turn anyway,” he says.
“My choice next time,” I remind him as I walk backward. I know it’s his turn, and I
also know he doesn’t really like taking the dare. Trent’s too nice, and he usually ends
up dating the girl for weeks after. He doesn’t like to be an asshole. Or maybe he just
doesn’t like people to say bad things about him. Maybe there’s no difference
between the two.
I couldn’t give a shit what people say about me. Let
’em talk.
I make one pass through the crowded bar, letting my eyes
roam over the dance floor and the tables that line the back wall on the way to the
bathrooms. It’s a Friday night, so there are lots of girls here. It’s the middle of the
semester, too, so they’re all ready to party—no finals to worry about. There’s one
group that seems like an easy target, a blonde on the end who keeps trying to talk
the others into dancing. I hover around the restrooms waiting for my shot, and
when she finally drags the group of girls with her out to the dance floor, I walk back
through the crowd, passing their table.
So easy.
Their
wallets and purses are all piled in the center of the table except for a red bag looped
over the back of a chair, the ID sticking out of the top. I drag my hand along the
bottom of the table, and as I pass the red handbag I grab the small plastic card
poking from it, tucking it into the sleeve around my palm. I glance up to make eye
contact with Trent, and raise the corner of my mouth in a smirk.
“Dude,
you are so slick at this. Seriously, if you flunk out of the engineering program you
should just turn to a life of crime.”
I slide into my stool and look away
from him. I know he was just saying words, but the joke doesn’t sit well with me. I
have a chip on my shoulder. It’s my fucking chip, and I earned it. He also doesn’t
know how many nights I walk that line with Harley, fixing bets that are illegal in the
first place. Trent just thinks I like the workout boxing gives me.
“Well…let’s see it? Who’s the lucky lady?”
I pull my sleeve loose from
around my wrist and let the card slide out, flipping it over while I drink what’s left of
my beer, and that’s when karma slaps me like a bitch.
She’s older. Of
course she’s older. She’s twenty-one, too. But she looks…older. She also looks the
same. Nobody looks good in an ID photo. Emma Burke looks like a dream. Her
brown hair is just as I remember it, long waves around her bright pink cheeks, lips
that stretch into this sensuous smile. I don’t know if it’s sensuous to anyone else, but
to me, it sure as fuck is.
It’s also cruel. I swear to god she’s mocking me
in her picture, her eyes shining through and looking at me, calling me stupid, telling
me what a chump I am for thinking I was some sort of hero or something.
She’s slapping me in the face for being good and decent to her.
Don’t worry, Emma. I won’t ever be good and decent to you again.
Pre-release Teaser blitz beginning Sept 22
Review tour: Oct 19-24
Release Day Blast: Oct 20
Promo Event: Oct 25-Nov 7
About the Author:
Ginger Scott is an Amazon-bestselling author of eight young and new adult
romances, including Waiting on the Sidelines, Going Long, Blindness, How
We Deal With Gravity, This Is Falling, You and Everything After, Wild
Reckless and The Girl I Was Before.
A sucker for a good romance, Ginger’s other passion is sports, and she
often blends the two in her stories. (She’s also a sucker for a hot
quarterback, catcher, pitcher, point guard…the list goes on.) Ginger has
been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than
15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors,
scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work,
visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.
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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