Perfect Regret ( BOOK 2) (27 page)
Coming in Early 2014
The New Adult romance from A. Meredith Walters, the author of Find You in the Dark and Light in the Shadows.
A story of pain, redemption and discovering yourself at whatever the cost.
Reclaiming the Sand
“I
was an ugly person. I did ugly things. I thought ugly thoughts…then my world was blown apart by the only person who could change me.”
Bully and victim.
Tormenter and tormented.
Villain and hero.
Some people are meant to be the predator while others live their lives as the prey. Ellie Mccallum was the bully. The Tormenter. The Villain. Taking what she wanted, stomping over anyone that got in her way. Feelings, futures and relationships be damned. As long as it wasn’t
her
feelings or future, Ellie didn’t care about the destruction she left in her wake. She didn’t know how to empathize, feeling no emotional connection to anyone or anything. A sad and lonely existence for a young woman who had come to expect nothing more for herself. Her only happiness coming from making others miserable.
Particularly
Freaky Flynn.
Growing up, Flynn Hendrick was only known to his peers as “Freaky Flynn.” He lived a life in solitude. Completely disconnected even as he struggled to define himself as something more than
that
boy with Asperger’s. He was taunted and teased, bearing the brunt of systematic and calculated cruelty, ultimately culminating in a catastrophic turn of events that brought Ellie and Flynn’s worlds crashing down.
But then Flynn and Ellie grew up.
And moved on.
Until years later when their paths unexpectedly cross again.
The bully and the freak are face to face once more.
When labels come to define you, finding yourself feels impossible. Particularly for two people disconnected from the world who inexplicably find a connection in each other.
And out of the wreckage of their tragic beginnings, an unlikely love story unfolds.
But a painful past doesn’t always want to let go. And old wounds are never truly healed…and sometimes the farther you run from yourself the closer you come to who you really are.
In some ways, this is the most special part of writing any book. Listing the people that have made all of this possible. My amazing husband and beautiful daughter are at the top each and every time. Without the two of you, my life wouldn’t mean a thing. Ian, you support and love me no matter what and you aren’t afraid to give me the swift kick in the ass when I need it. You are unapologetic, have a low bullshit tolerance with a major phobia for stupid. There’s a reason we’ve been together for twelve years. Gwyn, you are beyond fantastic in all of your pink, girlie, sparkly fabulousness. You insist on reading where I thank you for being my daughter in each of my books- so here you go darling.
Claire, girl, the fact that you read my stuff and give me constructive feedback (even if you worry about hurting my feelings) is amazing. When you tell me it’s good, damn it I believe you. You’re awesome!!!
Tanya Keetch, my super editor. Thank you for squeezing me in when my deadline got pushed back. You are always so positive about my stories and it means the world.
Emily Mah Tippetts-your formatting and interior design on this book (and all of my other ones) is amazing. I’m beyond glad I “met” you! I can’t wait to meet you IRL in Louisville!!!
Sarah Hansen, you make each of my covers kick serious ass. You are a talent unlike any other.
For my family and friends who have been my constant cheerleaders. I love each and every one of you.
To the amazing blogs who have pimped out my books and have shown me such an incredible amount of love and support. I could never do this without you! And most importantly thank you to Kristy Garbutt, Kim Box Person, Denise Tung, Cris Hardarly, Holly Malgieri who are my go to gals for everything and are always there to help me when I ask. Love you ladies!
And to you, my fantastic readers. The fact that you are reading my books and love them means the world to me. You humble me with your support and love and without you I’d only be a gal with a dream. THANK YOU!!!!!!!
A. Meredith Walters is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who has been writing since childhood. She is also the author of the contemporary romance,
Find You in the Dark
, its sequel,
Light in the Shadows,
the novella,
Cloud Walking
and the New Adult romance
Bad Rep
. She is currently working on a
Find You in the Dark
Christmas novella entitled
Warmth in Ice
as well as the upcoming New Adult book,
Reclaiming the Sand
to be released in early 2014.
Before becoming a full-time writer, Meredith spent over a decade as a children’s counselor at both a Domestic/Sexual violence shelter and later at an outpatient program for at risk children with severe mental health and behavioral issues. Her clients and their stories continue to influence ever aspect of her writing.
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A teaser from the upcoming New Adult romance from Magan Vernon. Find out more about this book and her other Young and New Adult titles at
www.maganvernon.com
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The Only One
Release date- 1-/17/2013
Honor student, manager at the campus coffee shop, owner of an impressive sweater collection – Melanie Wilder has it all together. Then John “John Boy” Walden strolls into her life wearing nothing more than an impish grin and all-too-revealing loin cloth.
Soon, make-out sessions replace homework, lust triumphs over work. And to further crumble her perfect world, an unexpected phone call threatens to take away everything she’s worked for.
Now, as Melanie struggles to pick up the pieces, she realizes that John may be the only one to put her life back together…unless he shatters it first.
Chapter 1
T
he sugary drink burned going down my throat. I hoped it wasn’t because the guy who poured it out of the cooler roofied it. At least it drowned out the scents of sweat and stale beer. I didn’t know how Monica talked me into an Alpha Mu Halloween party.
A horde of girls clad in skimpy costumes pushed past me like I was nothing more than another one of the paddles on the paneled wall. I tried to steer away from them, but my face hit a hard set of pecs. I gasped as I watched my entire drink soak through my sweater and onto my skin.
I looked up from my soaked sweater, all the way past a chiseled six pack to cool blue eyes. “Maybe you should just take it off up in my room and I can help you get dry.” He leaned in, his full lips right on my ear. “Or make you wetter.”
My breath caught in my throat, rendering me speechless. Luckily my best friend Monica jumped between us, pushing the guy back so I got a full view of him and realized he was only wearing a loincloth and a large smile.
“Down, John Boy.” She scowled at him and then turned to me, almost knocking her beret off. “What the hell happened to you?”
“I-I-I spilled my drink.”
Monica’s eyes narrowed as she looked down at the red liquid soaking through my gray sweater. She whipped her head around to the loincloth-clad guy. “Was this your fault? Are you trying to get my friend naked?”
He held up his hands, a cockeyed grin on his face. “Purely an accident, Lib.”
Ah, now I knew where I’d seen him before. He had come into the coffee shop we worked at a few times. I don’t think he even glanced in my direction more than to hand me his student ID to pay, but was always calling Monica ‘Lib.’ I’m guessing because she was an extreme liberal.
Monica’s boyfriend, the governor’s son Trey Chapman, pushed through the crowd. Usually when I saw him he was polished in dress pants and a dress shirt, but his Halloween costume was nothing more than a pair of American flag boxers, a dress shirt, and some gray hairspray. He looked ridiculous. The Clinton and Lewinsky costumes had been Monica’s idea.
“Hey, I’ve been looking for you.” He slipped his arm around Monica’s waist. “What’s going on here?”
“John Boy spilled a drink on Melanie to try and get her naked.”
“Hey!” John Boy yelled.
“It wasn’t his fault,” I piped in. “It’s crowded here and he ran into me. It’s fine.”
“Fine?” Monica raised her eyebrows. “That Hermione costume you’ve been wearing since middle school is covered in Everclear and Kool aid. That’s not fine, Mel.”
“I haven’t worn this since middle school!” Okay, truth was, it was my go-to costume. I’d bought it for the first movie’s midnight showing and had worn it for every movie opening and Halloween since.
“Whatever.” Monica turned her head to Trey and tugged on his shirt. “You can just wear Trey’s shirt.”
He shook his head. “I’m not walking around here just in my undershirt. The boxers are bad enough. Why don’t you give her yours?”
She looked down at the blue shift dress that we coated with white out. “Then I’ll be down to my bra and underwear.”
“Not much more than a lot of the girls here are wearing anyway,” I muttered.
Trey either didn’t hear me or chose to ignore me and nodded his head in John Boy’s direction. “John Boy, do you have an extra shirt that Monica’s friend can borrow?”
The grin spread wider on John Boy’s face before he ran his hand through his spiky brown hair. “I was just offering her the same thing.” His eyes flitted to mine and an electric charge ran down my stomach. “What do you say, Melanie, care to come up to my room?”
I swallowed, hard. I didn’t usually get propositioned by guys, especially guys with bodies that looked good in nothing but a loincloth. Every part of me was hyper aware of the curves of his muscles and I had to keep from staring at where his treasure trail stopped.
“Great, we’re coming with.” Monica grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the stairs.
I glanced back to make sure John Boy was actually following and he was. When he saw me look at him, he shot a wink in my direction.
“I can’t believe you were just about to go upstairs with him alone!” Monica hissed in my ear, forcing me to face forward.
“I was not,” I whispered.
“Ugh, I knew this party was a bad idea.”
Trey squeezed her side and she squealed. “You think everything is a bad idea.”
“Eavesdrop much, Mr. Chapman?”
“Only when you don’t try and give things a fair chance, Miss Remy.”
I rolled my eyes, even though they couldn’t see it, because they spent the rest of the way up to the second floor going on with their banter. My friend, the fierce liberal, loved picking fights with the uber conservative. It was like they rarely had a normal conversation, but she loved it. Every time she talked about him her whole face lit up. He’d finally brought her out of the dark clouds she first sat under when she transferred, and now they were inseparable.
I, on the other hand, was not taken and would have been just as happy sitting at home and not having something sticky that smelled like licorice on my costume. I’d have to ask Trey who he used for a dry cleaner.
We reached the second floor, where a few couples were making out and some girls were taking duck face photos with their phones. Ugh. Trey turned to the right and stopped at the first door.
John Boy sauntered in behind us, his loin cloth still perfectly in place. Not that I was hoping for it to have shifted. “And welcome to Chez John Boy, where the magic happens.”
He pushed open the door and I was overwhelmed by the smell of dirty socks mixed with cologne. The room was small, with an unmade twin bed in one corner, a futon opposite that, and a sole window across from us. Piles of clothes littered the floor and there were posters of half naked women and beer advertisements on the walls.
“I can’t believe any girl would actually screw you after seeing this place.” Monica curled her upper lip, walking into the tiny room and dodging the piles of clothes.
“Some girls prefer things a little out of order. What do you think about it, Red?” John Boy winked.
“Red?” My hair definitely wasn’t red and I wasn’t one of those redheads who were in denial, like Monica, who claimed her hair was auburn. No, my hair was dirty, bottom of the sink brown and just as curly as the steel wool used to wash that sink.
“Yeah, you know, because of what’s soaking through that lovely sweater.” His eyes trailed down to the now giant red splotch across my shirt.
My cheeks heated up and probably turned just as red as my shirt.
“Okay, can you stop trying to spit your game at Melanie now and get us a shirt?” Monica groaned. Trey stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, shaking his head.
“Keep your hat on, Lib, I’m getting it.” John Boy took a few strides over to the small closet and opened it. There were only empty hangers and a dresser inside. He opened the top drawer and pulled out a dark green shirt, tossing it in Monica’s direction.
She caught the shirt and unfolded it, holding it out in front of her before curling her upper lip. “Seriously? You expect Melanie to walk around wearing this?”
“What? That’s a nice one. Usually girls have to do a lot more than just get a drink spilled on them to get one of my shirts.”
I looked over Monica’s shoulder and raised my eyebrows when I read the shirt. “Alpha Mu: We’ll make you smile like a donut.” I didn’t get it at first and then I noticed the picture. It was of a girl with her mouth as a donut, making a giant O shape. Great, a blow job shirt.
“If you want me to make you smile, Red, I’d be happy to oblige.” John Boy sauntered back over, his full height looming over me. In the light I could actually see just how built he was. He looked like one of the MMA fighters from TV with his rippling chest and the tattoos on each of his pecs and his biceps. I just thought he was a big moose of a guy. He never actually said too much to me and now he was using every cheesy line he could.
Monica sidestepped between us. She was always overprotective when it came to guys. The only time I ever saw her calm down was when she was sleeping. She went through a lot of crap before she transferred to Central College. Trey and counseling made it a lot better, but I didn’t put it past her to deck John Boy. Even though I’m not sure it would have made an impact, looking at the size of his arms. “Just back off, okay? Thanks for the shirt and I’m sure Melanie will give it to Trey to return to you.”
“She can keep it. I’m sure it looks much better on her than me. It compliments those mesmerizing green eyes of hers.” A large grin spread across his face and I could feel my own definitely heat up. I was used to blending in with the crowd and even though he probably wasn’t sincere, it was nice to get a little attention once in awhile. I didn’t even know he knew my eye color. It seemed as if the guy was actually looking at more than my chest.
Before I could respond, Monica ushered me out of the room and back down the hall.
“You could try and be a little nicer, Mon, John Boy was helping you out.” Trey followed behind us as we squeezed past the people lining the hallway.
“Yeah, well, he didn’t have to get all swaggery on her.”
Monica took my hand and led me up to the third floor. It was basically empty with a few doors on each side and to our left was a small blue bathroom that smelled even worse than John Boy’s room.
“I’ll stand guard at the door while you change.” Monica ushered me into the small bathroom and I shut the door behind me.
A bunch of Playboys littered the floor next to an old toilet that must have been white at one time but now looked yellow. Across from that was a small, subway-tiled shower and in front of me was a giant mirror in which I saw the giant red blob crossing my sweater. I’d never be able to get the stain out.
Monica and Trey’s muffled voices came from beyond the door, but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. Quickly, I peeled off my sweater and white tank top. The sugary drink had soaked through and left a giant red mark on my skin. I turned on the water and it hissed before spraying a very small trickle. It would have to do. I couldn’t find a towel, or even toilet paper so I put my shirt under water, letting it soak onto my sleeves and then scrubbed at my stomach, which did nothing more than aggravate my skin. “Ugh.”
I gave up and picked up the horrendous donut shirt, slipping it over my head. It was way too big for me and on my five-foot frame it went down to my knees. John Boy had to be over a foot taller than me, like 6’5” and built. Very built.
I shook my head, trying to get the thoughts of him out. He wasn’t really interested in me. Sure, I probably wouldn’t have any problem getting a quick lay out of him, but that wasn’t what I wanted.
At least I didn’t think I did.
No, no I couldn’t think of him that way. He was the type of guy I needed to avoid. The guy who just wanted me for one thing. The guy I would end up falling hard for and he would just drop me like I was nothing. I had too much of that.
I grabbed my sweater and opened the door. Monica was pressed against the wall with her legs wrapped around Trey’s middle. Her fingers were laced through his hair and his hands disappeared somewhere underneath her dress.
I was definitely interrupting a heated moment, but I didn’t want to keep staring at their tonsil hockey either, so I cleared my throat. “Um, do we need to go or do you two need to use the bathroom?”
A sound like a suction cup peeling off a window came from their mouths as Monica dropped her legs, prying herself away from Trey. He faced away from me, adjusting his boxers.
“Sorry about that, Mel. You were taking awhile...and...yeah...” She bit down on her bottom lip and her cheeks flushed.
“It’s cool.” I shrugged. “We can go if you all are ready.”
Monica hadn’t wanted to go to the party at all, but Trey insisted that she should face her fears and have some fun. That was how I got roped into it. Because dragging her best friend to a party to use when she needed an out to leave seemed like the best option to her. It’s not like I had anything better to do anyway. A sticky shirt and people watching were better than sitting home alone in my apartment and Facebook stalking.
“No, no it’s fine!” Monica shook her head and tugged on my arm. “Let’s go dance and get rid of this awkwardness!
