DECIDE
Declan Reede: The Untold Story
Declan Reede: The Untold Story
Strap in, get ready to start your engines and see where it all began.
From an early age, Declan Reede’s only goal was to race in the ProV8 Championship Series. One thing he couldn’t anticipate was that a blistering kiss shared with his best friend, Alyssa Dawson, might derail his plans.
While he knows things between them will never be the same, it’s impossible to predict just where the road will take them, or how rocky it might get.
Will he decide to fight for love or follow his dreams?
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 27th August 2015
Cover Artist: Soxsationalcoverart
Principal photography by: NSP Studios
Cover models: Ashleigh Johnson and Jarah Armstrong.
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Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 27th August 2015
Cover Artist: Soxsationalcoverart
Principal photography by: NSP Studios
Cover models: Ashleigh Johnson and Jarah Armstrong.
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TEASERS
EXCERPT
Once we
were alone on our way to school, she glanced down at our joined hands and then
back up at me. Her wide smile and bright eyes told me she was feeling the same
warm feelings I was.
“Hey,
boyfriend,” she said as she gave my hand a squeeze.
The
shit-eating grin lifted my cheeks again. “Hi yourself, girlfriend.”
“We
probably shouldn’t play hooky today, should we?” Without releasing my hand, she
sped up a little before turning to walk backwards so that she could meet my
eyes.
I
thought about the day we could have if we did and ached to say yes. “We
probably shouldn’t. It’s probably a better idea to prove we’re going to be
responsible even if we’re a couple.”
“Hmm,
couple. I like the sound of it.” She turned around again, resting her head
against my arm as we walked.
I
dropped her hand and wrapped my arm around her shoulders.
“Maybe
we can still be responsible if we’re a little late though?” she asked.
“Maybe.
Why? What do you have in mind?”
She
dragged me in the direction of the park where we’d played cards the day
before—the park which had been “ours” for as long as I could remember and where
everything had changed.
“Well,
our first date was cut a little short, don’t you think?”
The
ghost of her lips tracing over mine filled my mind, together with the memory of
her tongue tangling with my own.
“Definitely,”
I said, unable to keep the lust and desire from my voice.
We
walked in silence until we arrived at our park. Without any verbal agreement,
we made our way toward the table we’d claimed as our spot years earlier.
Alyssa
sat on the bench and I took my usual place perched behind her on the table. I
placed my legs on either side of her body and leaned my chin on the top of her
head. It was a position we’d sat in hundreds of times before as we chatted
about anything and everything. Only, this time it was different. Neither of us
spoke, which had never really happened before. The silence around us was almost
maddening; the only sound, our matching breaths.
“So—”
we both said at the same time, before stopping at the same time.
“You
go—” Again our voices were almost perfectly in sync.
I
chuckled as she turned around and knelt on the bench to look at me. I helped
her up onto the table beside me and just looked at her for a moment. Her lips
called to me, and I wanted to kiss her, longed to with every part of me, but I
didn’t know if I should. I didn’t want kissing to be the only thing we had.
There was so much more that I liked about her and none of those things had
changed. Yet it was still different. Everything was different.
“Don’t
hate me for asking, but is this weird as hell for you too?” she asked.
My
relief that I wasn’t the only one who was feeling the new, odd atmosphere
surrounding us escaped in a quiet laugh. “So
weird.”
“It
shouldn’t be though, should it?”
“No. I
mean, we’re still us, right?”
She
practically leapt in place. “Right!”
“We’re
still friends,” I added. “We always will be.”
“Exactly.
We’re just friends that kiss now.”
As she
said the words, my gaze was drawn to her bright pink lip gloss. I licked my
lips. “Friends that kiss a lot?”
“If
you’re lucky.”
I
trailed my hands into her hair, drawing her face slowly closer to mine. “Am I?”
“I
don’t know,” she whispered. Her lips were so close to mine that I could feel
her breath on my skin. “I’m starting to think that maybe I’m the lucky one.”
GIVEAWAY AND PARTY
AUTHOR BIO
Michelle Irwin has been many things in her life: a hobbit taking a precious item to a fiery mountain; a young child stepping through the back of a wardrobe into another land; the last human stranded not-quite-alone in space three million years in the future; a young girl willing to fight for the love of a vampire; and a time-travelling madman in a box. She achieved all of these feats and many more through her voracious reading habit. Eventually, so much reading had to have an effect and the cast of characters inside her mind took over and spilled out onto the page.Michelle lives in sunny Queensland in the land down under with her surprisingly patient husband and ever-intriguing daughter, carving out precious moments of writing and reading time around her accounts-based day job. A lover of love and overcoming the odds, she primarily writes paranormal and fantasy romance.
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