"What do you do when the boy who rescues the last remnants of your soul rejects what’s left straight afterwards? You move on. That’s what you do. I’m not the sort of girl who sits on the sofa with a bucket of ice cream mourning over anything.
Especially not over a boy."
Sixteen year old Ellie Belrose has spent the last five years rebuilding her life after something she'd rather forget. She's finally getting somewhere but, when a figure from her past makes an unwanted reappearance in her life, she's forced to confront her demons.
Karl Carter is fascinated by Ellie the moment he sees her but he doesn't realise she's Elise. His Elise. He never forgot her and still isn't willing to - despite her insistence.
The two of them are stubborn, angry at the world, and sparks fly when they come together. Can they help each other move on from the past or will they drag each other back there?
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“You two look about ready to kill each other,” Karl grins, sliding in between the two of us and easing Matt back a few paces. “You all right, mate?” Karl whispers but I can still hear him.
Matt nods gruffly and heads back to the workbench.
“He’s not so bad,” Karl explains, turning back to face me. “He’s just a bit slow to open up.”
“If that’s what he’s like closed off, I don’t think I want to see him open up,” I grumble.
He chuckles. “Did I see you slap him?”
I look up to see if he’s pissed off with me for hurting his best friend.
“He grabbed me,” I shrug apologetically.
“Right,” he nods with his eyebrows furrowed slightly.
EXTRA:
I don’t want attention from anybody, not from the Carters, and especially not from him. Speaking of him…
“Dibs,” his deep voice booms.
I’ve yet to meet his eye and I still refuse to.
“Hi, Karl,” Becky squeaks from my side.
I keep my gaze locked firmly on Ian, trying to figure out if he’s going to reveal who I am and royally fudge up my plans. For some reason, he just maintains his smirk and says nothing.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Karl raise his chin in greeting to Becky but I know his eyes are on me because I can feel them burning through my thick layer of white paint.
“You can’t call dibs. I saw her first!” Matt groans.
“Dibs,” Karl shrugs, his gaze never leaving me.
Just my chuffing luck. The resident walking STD has claimed his property.
RJ Sable is an author from the UK. She is a lover of language of all kinds and has a degree in linguistics and phonetics. Unfortunately, despite her best efforts she is only fluent in English and Swedish after having lived in Sweden for three years.
When she's not writing, RJ can be found with an impossibly large cup of tea, a crochet hook, and a mess of tangled yarn. Alternatively, she might be on her beloved racing bike "Mary" or mountain bike "Bumble", annoying car drivers everywhere.
RJ Loves to cycle, run, and swim, and her current non-writing aspiration is to complete a Tough Mudder and an Ironman 70.3 at some point during 2014.
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