"Jessie
Boone is a self proclaimed bad boy and doesn’t march to the beat of anyone’s
drum, but his own. Growing up in less than desirable circumstances has made him
no stranger to the hard knock life and his determination to leave it behind is
fierce. When he finds himself transferred to East Franklin High School, he sees
his opportunity to use his athletic ability to snag a college football
scholarship, but Forbes Henderson, the player Jessie means to replace isn’t
giving up his spot willingly. In fact, Forbes is willing to go to extreme
measures to retain his place as first string quarterback. When Forbes’
malicious plan to injure his replacement fails, Jessie is furious and
determined to show him he messed with the wrong person; not only is he going to
take the position of first string quarterback, he’s going to take his girl,
too.
Claire
Deveraux is perfection at it’s best. She is beautiful, intelligent and unaware
she just became Jessie Boone’s conquest as revenge against her boyfriend,
Forbes Henderson. Like her flawless performance as the perfect daughter and
student, Claire’s production of being the perfect girlfriend has everyone
fooled, except Jessie Boone, and she fears this tattooed bad boy will see her
secret desire to explore his crude threats and promises to rock her perfect
world. If she decides to give in to one uninhibited moment with Jessie, will
she learn too late that it was all an act of vengeance or will Jessie learn the
taste of first love is sweeter than that of revenge?"
I reside in rural Mississippi with my wonderful
husband, Jeff, and our two beautiful daughters. I spent thirteen years as a
labor and delivery nurse before I decided to pursue my dream of becoming an
author. Blood of Anteros, Book One in The Vampire Agápe Series, was my first
novel and it was released in September 2011. I decided to step away from the
paranormal genre to try my hand at a young adult romance and I loved it. It was
so much fun, I plan to do it again in the near future.
Georgia
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Now for an exclusive look at an excerpt from 'Going Under':
We pulled into the parking lot of the
school and Payton parked behind the sexy badass’ junked out truck. He was still
sitting in his old clunker and I thought I saw a cigarette in his hand, then he
confirmed my suspicion when I saw him raise it to his lips for a drag and the
tip glowed fiery orange. Gross.
“Why did you have to park behind him?” I huffed as I felt heat
rise to my neck and face.
“What’s your deal with him, Claire?” she asked, then
looked at me and said, “Your face is beet red. What is wrong with you? Are you
blushing?”
Getting out of the car at the same time
meant walking into school next to him and that wouldn’t make Forbes happy.
Payton didn’t understand the ruckus this would cause because she didn’t have a
boyfriend and it didn’t help matters that she couldn’t stand Forbes. She
thought I was weak and trying to please him, but the truth was that I just
didn’t feel like hearing Forbes whine anymore.
“I want to avoid the need to explain to
Forbes why I’m walking into school with the guy he hates. It will just start an
unnecessary argument I don’t want to have first thing this morning.”
“With the risk of repeating myself, screw
Forbes. I’m not parking in the back of the parking lot and walking an extra
mile to spare his insecure feelings and if you have to explain that, then you
should dump his ass.”
I knew she was right. I was a poodle
jumping through hoops to keep the peace and it was ridiculous in addition to
exhausting.
“I’m not arguing how ridiculous it is,
but can we at least get ahead of him so I don’t have to explain why we’re
walking in together?” I pleaded.
She huffed and said, “This is friggin’
ridiculous, you know that, right? Your life might revolve around what Forbes
Henderson wants, but mine doesn’t.”
When Payton didn’t move fast enough to
suit me, I scrambled out of her car, leaving her behind. I watched a cigarette
butt fly out of the new guy’s driver’s side window and then his door swung open
in front of me, preventing my escape. He stepped out of his truck, looked down
at me and grinned as he said, “Pardon me, Princess. I didn’t mean to block your
way.”
His voice was velvety smooth, but I
didn’t mistake its coolness as his tone conveyed his contempt for me. His
unmistakable disdain for me immediately raised my hellcat flag because he had
nothing to base his aversion on since he didn’t know me.
This was our first time face to face and
up close. The other times I saw him was when I stole a few glances during
cheerleading practice over the last two weeks when I was certain Forbes wasn’t
watching me.
I realized he was so much more handsome
than I originally thought now that his face mask wasn’t obstructing my view.
His hair was as black as I expected, and spikey, and his pale blue eyes were
piercing. The contrast of their paleness against his dark hair was almost
shocking and I had to force myself to avoid becoming lost in them.
I was angry with him for making
assumptions about me, but I was more furious with myself for finding him so
captivating. I tasted my bitter reaction as it formed on my tongue, but
couldn’t stop myself from blurting out, “Asshole.”
He placed his hand over the left side of
his chest where his heart would be and said, “I felt that straight to my
heart.”
I watched him shut his door while he
waited for my counterattack and I pushed past him as I said, “Screw you and my
name is not Princess. It’s Claire, so if you’re going to insult me, at least
have the decency to get my name right.”
“Hmm, I think I’ll stick with Princess.
It seems to suit you better,” he said to my back as I walked away.
I couldn’t be certain flames weren’t
coming off the heels of my boots as I practically ran away, but Payton managed
to catch up with me and said, “I’m totally disgusted by you, Claire.”
“And why would that be?” I almost yelled.
“That was one of the best displays of underthinking I’ve ever seen. He bested you
and I know I taught you better than that. You basically rolled over. How can I
call you my best friend when you caved so easily? And by the way, you’ve got
something on your ass.”
I spun around to look at the back of my
dress as I pulled the skirt part around to look and said, “What is it?”
“Hot New Guy’s eyes.” She died out
laughing and said, “Sorry, Claire, but you walked right into that one.”
I narrowed my eyes and pursed my lips as
I said, “Maybe you’re the bigger asshole of the two of you. You should
definitely be a couple.”
“That lacked creativity and it’s
insulting to me as your slander master. We have to work on your comebacks
because you are seriously letting me down,” she said, then added, “I wish you
could see your face right now. Whatever he just did to you has you clueless.
You can’t decide if you should be pissed off at him or hot for him.”
I turned to look at this crazy person I
called a bestie standing next to me. “I’m jealous of whatever you are smoking
because it has you completely reality challenged.”
“He got it all wrong when he called you
Princess. He should have called you Queen of Denial because you’ll never admit
what’s going on here,” she accused.
It was just like Payton to draw a
conclusion with no real evidence to support her theory. “I have no idea what
kind of nonsense you’re talking about.”
“I hope he got plenty of rest last night
because his legs are gonna be real tired after he runs through
your mind all day,” she laughed, making me livid.
I noticed myself stomping as I walked
toward the school entrance. “You must have taken your sleeping pill this
morning instead of last night because you are definitely dreaming.”
“When you look back on this moment months
from now, don’t forget the one word I’m about to say to you, Claire Deveraux. Foreplay.”
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