Kate Dumont is an achiever, completely focused on her future. Playing the role of brilliant pre-
med student doesn’t leave her much time for anything else. But is she working towards the future
she wants, or the future her elitist parents have planned out for her?
Jay Spencer grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. He’s made some mistakes, and one in
particular will follow him around for the rest of his life. He spends most of his days keeping
himself out of trouble by following his passion, riding and repairing motorcycles.
Two lost souls met on the side of a South Carolina highway three years ago, neither one knowing
what the other would eventually mean to them. Reunited in California, Kate and Jay feel a pull
towards one another they cannot explain.
Will they help each other bring out the best in themselves? Or are their lives too different to even
have a chance?
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Excerpt:
“Stupid, no good, piece of crap!” I wince as my sandaled foot comes into contact with theunforgiving tire of my hand-me- down Mercedes convertible. My scowl turns into a frown when I
pull my foot back and see the black smudge across the white straps. This day just keeps getting
worse!
I tip my head back, look up to the clouds, and pray for cell signal. When that doesn’t work, I
bargain. My first born…my soul…good behavior…even better grades…
No such luck.
I’m on a quiet stretch of the interstate, between Columbia and Greenville, where there have
been too few passersby, not one of them kind enough to pull over and help the damsel in distress.
And boy do I look the part of a damsel in distress in a white sundress and sandals with my long,
dark blonde hair and big, doe-like brown eyes—the picture of innocence.
If it weren’t for the hot midday sun beating down on my shoulders, I’d probably be terrified.
This whole situation has a classic serial killer vibe to it, add in darkness and I would not be
standing outside my vehicle right now.
I lean back against the hot car and sigh. What a day. I drove all the way to Greenville to volunteer at a community clinic’s event, just to be informed upon arrival that the event had been rescheduled. They’d posted a notice at the site, which is really helpful when you’re one hundred miles away. I frown at my dirty sandal.
Stupid car. Yes, it’s a Mercedes, but no, it’s not brand new. It’s a 1995 model passed down
from my father. It has seen many, many better days in its lifetime. My dad has always taken very good care of his cars, hence the reason this fifteen-plus- year-old car is now mine. My parents may be mostly absent from my life, but my dad wouldn’t have given me a beater for a car.
Truth is, I probably missed an oil change or something. Whatever. I don’t know anything
about cars. Ask me to recite all the bones in the human body and I’ll do it. Ask me to name one
part of a car and you’ll get crickets. I’m practically a genius, according to my latest IQ score
administered by the director of the “gifted program” at my high school, so I’m sure the
mechanics of a car wouldn’t be too difficult for me to figure out and understand, but this is one
of those instances where I’d rather succumb to the gender stereotypes and just play the clueless
female role. There’s enough information floating around in my brain without my choosing to add more, though part of me kind of wishes I at least knew how to pop my hood right about now.
Hearing the sound of a vehicle approaching behind me, I spin around to look. Smiling wide,
I’m suddenly grateful for my vehicular ignorance and damsel in distress appearance. It’s an older sedan, maybe not as old as my hand-me- down, but it doesn’t appear to be as well kept. I can just make out that the driver is male through the dirty windshield.
Jeez. I hope he’s not a serial killer or something! Seriously, Kate? You did not think this
through at all.
I open my car door and busy myself looking for something that could be a potential weapon
should this turn into Wrong Turn. Empty water bottle, a stack of flyers for another volunteer
project I’m working on, a weathered copy of Gone with the Wind… I eye the book. It’s a
hardback, it might be my best bet.
I hear a throat clear and pop my head up, narrowly missing bumping it on the roof of my car. I
can only see his face over the roof of the car as he’s standing on the passenger side, lower in the soft shoulder of the highway. My five foot two inch height doesn’t help matters either. But wow, if his face is anything to go by, his body must be amazing. He has the most intense gray eyes, almost silver. His nose looks slightly crooked, like it’s been broken once or twice, and he has a strong, squared jaw with subtle stubble. His hair is buzzed very short so I can’t quite tell the color but it looks dirty blond, and he’s hot—er—sweaty. Yeah, sweaty. His brow is glistening with it.
He’s all man and my seventeen year old self doesn’t quite know what to do with the attraction
I feel. I have never felt so nervous around a guy before. Ever. I simply don’t have time for this
sort of thing. Not with my AP classes, studying, extracurricular activities, volunteer work, and
college applications.
“Hey,” I smoothly call out to him, if I do say so myself.
The corner of his mouth lifts in a slight smirk and butterflies take flight in my tummy. He
doesn’t move to come around to my side of the car, which is just fine by me. If he were closer,
he’d see the slight trembling of my hands and he might actually hear the swarm of butterflies.
“Know anything about cars?”
Author Bio:
Jennifer lives in South Carolina with her husband and their three fur-kids. She is in grad school,
pursuing a Masters in Psychology for Clinical Counseling. When she is not at work or taking
classes, she is either reading or writing. Books have always been a passion. She also enjoys
spending time with her family, traveling to new places, and music. She released her debut novel, Our Moon, in June 2015.
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