The Story of You and Me
by
Pamela DuMond
She’s driven to save a life.
He’s haunted by breaking one.
Some secrets are too risky to share.
But nothing’s more dangerous than falling in love…
Nineteen-year-old
Sophie doesn’t listen to the naysayers because she has hope. The kind of
hope that makes you do weird things—like travel two thousand miles away
from everyone she knows and loves to a strange city.
So what if her
first night in Los Angeles starts with a small misstep—a brief trip to
the ER after twenty-one-year-old Alejandro, the hottest guy she’s ever
met, saves her during a bar fight on the USCLA campus.
The stakes are
high for Sophie—life and death—as she seeks answers to dark questions in
a city that can be a slice of heaven, or a piece of hell. She’s running
out of time on her journey to find healing. Falling for a guy isn’t
part of her plan. But healing doesn’t always come the way you think you
need it.
Sophie’s healing
is six-foot-two-inches tall, has stunning hazel eyes, black, shiny hair
and a rock solid chest that shelters her. Her healing is Alejandro.
But he’s not your
typical college party boy—he has a dangerous past. Sophie isn’t the only
one who keeps secrets. As they fall in love, he fears his truth might
hurt her. And Sophie doesn’t know if she has the courage to tell him:
He can’t break her—because she’s already broken.
A Story of Hope. A Story of Love. A Story of Redemption.
Genre: Coming-of-Age, Contemporary Romance
Age Group: New Adult, Mature Young Adult
Release date: September 17, 2013
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Excerpt:
“Go
out with me, for real,” he said. “Not a yoga class or a walk on
fire event, or a palm reading.”
I
really wanted to say, yes. But, this would take us to a different
place.
“We
are so perfect right now,” I said. “I don’t want to screw up
our relationship. I don’t want—”
He
pulled me toward him and kissed me. One hand cradled the back of my
head. He ran his fingers through my hair with his other hand. His
lips were full and insistent. His tongue slipped inside my mouth like
it was meant to be there. Tempting me. Claiming me. He tasted sweet.
And
suddenly I felt like I was falling all over again. I leaned back
against my front door as his lips moved from my mouth, trailing
kisses down my face, down my neck.
“Sophie,”
he breathed in my name. Then kissed me hard on the lips, his tongue
exploring my mouth. One strong arm wrapped around my waist as he
lifted me up a few inches off the ground toward him, my T-shirt
scrunching up toward my breasts, my bared abdominal skin pressed
tight against his thin T-shirt.
“Life
is short, Sophie Marie Priebe. We are not perfect people. We don’t
know how much time we will have together.”
He
had no idea how scary prophetic he was being.
“But
I will guarantee you this. We have something far more special than
the majority of people. Consider this to be your official
invitation—” His warm breath and the pressure of his full lips
brought a flush to my skin. His hand traced down my neck toward the
top of my T-shirt. He pulled the neckline back as he kissed my
shoulder.
Shivers
raced up and down my arms. “This is me. Officially asking you,
Sophie, to, please, go out with me.” He tucked strands of my hair
behind my ear. Kissed my ear. Kissed my hair. Kissed my shoulder.
“Yes,
Alejandro. Yes, I will go out with you.” I tried to find my
footing. Which was a little hard to do when he was still holding me
six inches above the ground.
Gidget
barked and I heard a kitchen window slam shut, muffling her yips.
“Voyeurs,”
I said to Alejandro as his lips brushed mine.
He
frowned. And slowly let me slide down his body. His gorgeous face.
His dimpled chin. I closed my eyes because I just wanted to feel him:
His muscular solid chest. His tight abs. His hardness. When my feet
hit the ground, he backed away from me.
I
swayed for a moment and wanted to say, “Fuck
you, caution. Screw you, MS! You can’t own me. This is my time!”
“Gimme
Shelter” blared from Alex’s phone. I opened my eyes and reached
for him, but he was standing a couple feet away from me the sidewalk.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Someone
needs a Driver. I can’t believe it. Not tonight.” He stared at
his phone.
“You’re
leaving?”
“Sorry,
Bonita. It’s important. I made a promise. I’ve gotta go.” He
jogged toward his Jeep.
“Okay,”
I said as my knees felt weak and I leaned against my door.
“I’ll
call you tomorrow.” He got into his Jeep and drove away.
About the author
Pamela
DuMond is the writer who discovered Erin Brockovich's life story,
thought it would make a great movie and pitched it to 'Hollywood'.
She's
addicted to The
X Factor.
The movies Love
Actually
and The
Bourne
trilogy (with Matt Damon -- not that other actor guy,) make her cry
every time she watches them. (Like -- a thousand.) She likes her
cabernet hearty, her chocolate dark and she lives for a good giggle.
When
she's not writing Pamela's also a chiropractor and cat wrangler. She
loves reading, the beach, yoga, movies, animals, her family and
friends. She lives in Venice, California with her furballs. If she
ever gets her act together, she might even blog more often.
