I made a promise…
I told you I had some agency stuff to do and wanted to read a couple books before I could finally hurl myself into my next project: Chris’s POV of DATING TROUBLE.
Well, I’m ready, and for the official start, I’d love to show you the brand new cover for THE TROUBLE WITH DATING SUE.
I have no idea how long this book is going to be in the end or if it’ll live up to everybody’s expectations, but I sure as heck will give my very best.
Happy cover reveal day! – because I like giving special days special names. ;-)
P.s. @everybody: Please don’t rant about Susan’s hair color. There are only so many perfect pictures in the web.
And here’s the totally unedited, rough drafted opening to that book. Just so you get an idea of what’s coming at you. ;)
Lauren Young was a satanic tease. She detached her lips from mine, fastened her long black hair that I just had my hands in with a clip at the back of her head, and grinned at my face. “Learn to conjugate future two and you’ll get a bigger reward next time.”
Dammit, she knew how to make my heart go boom. Or maybe it wasn’t so much my heart that exploded at that incentive as my imagination. Her body was just as exotic as her Thai eyes and always a pleasure to explore, but today she was still wearing her satiny underwear which meant I hadn’t studied hard enough the past week. We were in the same Spanish class, both seniors at Grover Beach High, and I swear since the time we started seeing each other for noncommittal fun under the cover of her tutoring me, my grades had shot straight up.
I detangled from her mile-long legs and climbed out of bed, finding my own shirt and jeans on the floor. It was ten past four, time to run. Basketball practice on Monday was something I wouldn’t miss, not for any of the girls I occasionally hooked up with and not for a smoking hot Spanish lesson with Lauren either.
“Remember that we have a test on Friday,” she cooed, slowly dragging the sheets over her body just to touch the curve of her racks. Jesus! With my jeans pulled up halfway, I stumbled and caught myself on the backrest of the desk chair. That girl knew how to tempt an eighteen-year-old for sure. Well, two could play this game.
I buttoned my pants as I prowled back to her bed. Hands braced on the pillow at either side of her head, I leaned down so she had to roll from her side to her back and stopped just an inch from her face. A smirk on my lips, I drawled, “Guess that means I’ll be seeing you a little more often this week.” Without giving her the goodbye kiss she certainly expected, I pulled my tee over my head, grabbed my hoodie and shoes and was out of her room before the testosterone in my body got a chance to take over.
“You forgot your text book, Chris!” her voice caught up with me.
Right. Rolling my eyes, I skittered to a halt, turned around and headed back into her room. The book lay on the desk, pretty much untouched the entire afternoon. I shoved it into my duffle bag to my jersey and shorts, gave Lauren a tight-lipped grin and was gone the next minute.
Lauren lived so far out of town that it took me twenty minutes to get back to Grover Beach and to my high school. It’s a shame when half a year before your graduation you still don’t have your own car, but Mom’s black SUV was good enough for now. And hey, look at that, my brother’s car was parked two lots down. What was Ethan doing here so late? As far as I knew, he should be home and be to his lonely self in his room. At least that’s what I saw him doing most of this year. The complete opposite of me, my identical twin brother wasn’t what one would call a social guy—or he wasn’t anymore.
Until last spring, he too had been part of the Dunkin’ Sharks, our basketball team, and the two of us hung out with the rest of the gang every minute of the day. That changed when one of the guys started rumors about Ethan. They were of the really bad kind, you know, and at some point, it was just too much for Ethan to cope with. He should have stuffed a fist into Will’s mouth—at least that’s what I would have done. Yet my brother, who was not a fighter, decided to drop out of the team instead.
Frankly, that sucked. Ethan had been one of the best players on our team, and giving up basketball because of dickhead William Davis was such a dumb thing to do. But who was I to tell Ethan how to live his life?
Abandoning thoughts of my brother altogether, I snatched the duffle bag from the passenger seat, headed into the changing room, and got ready for my favorite ninety minutes of the day…