Genre:
Romance, Mature Young Adult
Author:
Jillian Dodd
Release
date:
Wednesday, November 28th. STALK
ME (book #1) will be on sale for .99 the week of Nov. 26 – Dec. 1. It will return
to its normal price of $2.99 on Dec. 2.
Buy links:
Book
Description:
I’ve always written scripts for my
perfect life.
But no way could I have ever scripted this.
My life is so far from perfect, it’s not even funny.
All because of a stalker.
I’m at a boarding school where I have to lie about who I am.
I can’t see my family.
I’m tutoring a hottie god that tortures me with his smile.
The most popular girl already hates me.
But there’s this boy.
This hot, sweet, sexy boy.
So I’m going to stop trying to script my life and just live it.
Gossip
Girl meets Hollywood in this steamy new series by That Boy author, Jillian
Dodd.
Keatyn
has everything she ever dreamed. Her life is following the script she wrote for
the perfect high school experience. She's popular, goes to the best parties,
dates the hottest guy, and sits at the most-coveted lunch table.
She's
just not sure she wants it anymore.
Because,
really, things aren't all that perfect.
Her
best friend is threatening to tell everyone her perfect relationship is a scam.
Her
perfect boyfriend gets drunk at every party they go to.
It's
exhausting always trying to look and act perfect.
And,
deep down, she isn't sure if she has any true friends.
To
add to the drama, her movie star mom has a creepy stalker.
A
hot, older man flirts with her and tells her they should make a movie together.
And
she's crushing on an adorable surfer. Dating him would mean committing social
suicide.
So
she writes a new script. One where all the pieces of her life will come
together in perfect harmony.
But
little does she know, there's someone who will do anything to make sure that
doesn't happen.
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Excerpt
#1
He leads me
out of the party and across the hall, opens the door to an empty dorm room,
turns on a lamp, then gently pushes me up against the door and kisses me.
Again, it’s a
slow, soft, amazing kiss. The kind of kiss that makes me feel like he’s kissing
my soul.
Oh my gosh.
What the heck does that even mean? Kissing my soul? I’m seriously losing it
here.
It’s
official. Almost getting kidnapped has affected me. I definitely have some sort
of post-traumatic stress thing, and the symptoms must include having irrational
thoughts about Hottie Gods.
Aiden’s hands
are very appropriately placed around my waist and are not moving.
Damn it, man.
Move your
hands.
Kiss me with
your tongue.
Take my shirt
off.
Attack me
already. Please! I can’t take it anymore.
But I don’t
say any of that. I just savor each and every slow, amazing, and tongue-free
kiss.
Maybe he was
born without a tongue, I think for a brief second, but then I realize that I am
dumb because he wouldn’t be able to talk if he had been, now would he?
He stops
kissing me and looks deep into my eyes. I seriously should have guzzled a few
shots the second I got here.
But I had no
idea he would be here!
The way he’s
looking at me is sorta unnerving but, at the same time, like the kiss, it
electrifies me. His face is close to mine, but not so much that he is, like,
blurry to look at. I figure if he can stare at me, then I can stare back.
And I take in
every curve and angle of his face.
The way his
jawline is flexing slightly. How his eyelashes are a dark, dark brown and curl
upward. How he has a sexy teeny freckle just to the side of his left cheek. How
his textbook lips are the exact color of the pale pink roses Tommy gave Mom for
their anniversary, and how the sides of his mouth are turning up, starting to
smile at me. He blinks slowly. When his eyes open, I study the emerald green of
his irises, how they have little flecks of blue in them and maybe even a little
gold around the edges. I feel like time is standing still again.
He slides his
hands up into my hair and leans in to kiss me again. My body is trying to be
good, but I can’t stop it from leaning into him. Melding to his body. I could
stay this way forever.
He stops
kissing me, looks deeply into my eyes again, and tells me he loves me.
Oh, wait.
He didn’t say
that.
I just
thought that.
Well, I
thought his eyes told me that.
Shut up! It’s
what it felt like.
And what the
hell is with the going so slow? Does he not want to make out with me? Is he
gay?
Finally he
says, “You should probably go back and check on your friend. Those guys will
get her drunk and take advantage of her.”
“We didn’t
drink before we came. She can’t be drunk yet, and you promised me a drink.”
“Also, I
don’t want people to notice we’ve been gone very long. They’ll think we’re
having sex. We don’t want to ruin your reputation on your second day.”
“I think
maybe you just don’t want to be alone with me. I don’t understand. You act like
you’re all into me, but then we barely kiss.”
I get
irritated and frustrated by this, but no way am I going to be the one to move
things along.
And I thought
he was a player.
So why isn’t
he trying to play me? To use me? To take advantage of me?
I shoulda
pretended to be drunk, maybe?
Author Information
Jillian Dodd grew up on a farm in Nebraska,
where she developed a love for Midwestern boys and Nebraska football. She has
drank from a keg in a cornfield, attended the University of Nebraska, got to
pass her candle, and did have a boy ask her to marry him in a bar. She met her
own prince in college, and they have two amazing children, a Maltese named
Sugar Bear, and two Labrador puppies named Camber Lacy and Cali Lucy.
She is the author of the That Boy Trilogy and
The Keatyn Chronicles Series.
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