Jason Thorn… My brother’s childhood friend.
Oh, how stupidly in love with that boy I was. He was the first boy that made me
blush, my first official crush. Sounds beautiful so far, right? That excitement that
bubbles up inside you, those famous butterflies you feel for the very first time—he
was the reason for them all. But, you only get to live in that fairytale world until they
crush your hopes and dreams and then stomp on your heart for good measure. And
boy did he crush my little heart into pieces.
After the stomping part he became the boy I did my best to stay away from—and let
me tell you, it was pretty hard to do when he slept in the room right across from
mine.
When tragedy struck his family and they moved away, I was ready to forget he ever
existed.
Now he is a movie star, the one who makes women of all ages go into a screaming
frenzy, the one who makes everyone swoon with that dimpled smile of his. Do you
think that’s dreamy? I certainly don’t think so. How about me coming face to face
with him? Nope still not dreamy. Not when I can’t even manage to look him in the
eye.
Me? I’m Olive, a new writer. Actually, I’m THE writer of the book that inspired the
movie he is about to star in on the big screen. As of late, I am also referred to as the
oh-so-very-lucky girl who is about to become the wife of Jason Thorn.
Maybe you’re thinking yet again that this is all so dreamy? Nope, nothing dreamy
going on here. Not even close.
Release Date : 3 December 2015
Author : Ella Maise
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“We’re done with the reading.” He put his hand on my back and urged me forward.
“Let’s go. I should have an extra shirt in my car. We’ll look at the damage as you
change and then decide if we’re going to the emergency room or not.”
“Fine, Mom,” I mumbled, and he gave me a dark look.
“Your car really looks adorable from the front,” I said, once we reached the parking
lot.
“It’s a Venom GT Spyder, Olive. It’s not an adorable car.”
I shrugged behind his back. To me, the eyes and the small mouth looked adorable.
Unlocking the doors, he leaned in and reached for something behind his seat.
A gray t-shirt.
“Take off your shirt,” he said, straightening up and turning to me.
“What?” I gaped at him.
His fingers reached out to lift the hem of my shirt, but I slapped his hand away.
“What are you doing?” I hissed quietly as two girls hurried passed his car, their
phones glued to their ears.
“Olive,” he started. “I need to see how bad it is. Take it off.”
His hands came at me again. I slapped his hand harder.
“You want me to take off my shirt out in the open?”
He met my eyes. “We’re in the parking lot. No one who isn’t supposed to be in here is
allowed to be in here. No one will see you between the SUV and my car. Go on.”
He reached at me again.
So, naturally, glaring at him, I slapped his hand even harder.
This time he laughed.
“Don’t make me take it off for you, Olive. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Your car doesn’t even reach your chest, Jason. I doubt it will do much to hide me
from sight.”
“Face the SUV. I’ll turn around and cover your back. Or we can go straight to the ER.
Your choice.”
“No,” I snapped.
“Then do as I say.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re annoying.” After a short staring contest that only
ended up making me hot, I was the first one to turn away.
Grumbling under my breath, I gingerly lifted my shirt off of my stomach and took it
off. It wasn’t hurting as much as it had a few minutes before, but I wouldn’t say no to
rubbing some ice cubes on my chest either. Dropping the shirt to the ground, I…
Shit! The extra shirt was still in his hands.
“Hand me the damn shirt,” I whispered, looking to my left to see if anybody was
walking around.
“Why are you whispering?” he asked right over my shoulder, his hot breath tickling
my neck.
The annoying-hot-jerk chuckled when I squealed and jumped around.
“You were supposed to turn around,” I accused him hotly.
His eyes dropped to my chest. His jaw hardening, he quickly looked up and away.
“What is that?” he gritted through his teeth.
Covering my breasts with my forearm, I snapped, “They’re breasts. What does it
look like?”
About The Author
I'm an avid reader. Therefore, a big dreamer. I love nothing more than to escape real
life to find those very few magical moments in a book. I love how it has the power of
stealing your worries away, putting a smile on your face, and of course sometimes
making you crush on fictional characters. If I can manage to do even one of those
things for a reader, I will be a happy writer.
I can't even begin to describe how exciting it is to give life to new characters and fall
for them. It's a different kind of addiction I'm determined to keep alive.
I'm still searching for my own happy ending. Until that happens, I'll live vicariously
through my own characters.
Notes From Me : I know I missed the release day and that's why I changed the title of this post then what it normally is for this kind of post :D hahahahah sorry, i've been about a little MIA, I've been busy with work and friends and I'm always tired all the time now :p gahahaha But Ella if you see this post, I would very much love a copy cause look at that hunk :O
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