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Drowning In You by Rebecca Berto
Publication date: April 12th 2013 
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance

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Synopsis:

Secretly crushing

Crushed by a tragedy

Charlee May’s been crushing on Dexter Hollingworth since she was fifteen. Five years later, a horrific skiing disaster at Mason’s Ski Lift Resort leaves her millionaire dad critically injured and her mom dead at the hands of Dexter operating the lifts. Charlee is suddenly the sole caretaker for her little brother while their world falls apart.

Dexter couldn’t be more different from Charlee. He’s tattooed, avoids exclusive relationships and his Dad has a fair share of illegal dealings. With Dexter’s reputation, almost everyone believes he planned the Mason’s skiing disaster.

And after all these years he’s still crushing on Charlee May, the girl who’s too good for him.

When this cruel twist of fate ties Charlee’s family and Dexter’s reputation together, Charlee and Dexter wonder if their feelings are reciprocated, while Dexter discovers his dad is trying to steal the May’s millionaire fortune.

But like an addiction, one look, one touch, one taste—they’re hooked no matter the consequences.

Excerpt:

From a note tucked under her pillow:

I like Dexter Hollingworth.

Dexter Hollingworth “killed” my parents.

1. Killer Crush

Charlee

 

As per all the fourteen- to eighteen-year-olds at our school, I started crushing on Dexter Hollingworth around the age of fifteen. There was one girl who hated him, but she was into girls.

From the football field sidelines to graduation day and beyond, my best friend Rosa and I have wanted him. But guys like Dexter don’t notice girls like us who spend most of our time talking about cool people like him.

At twenty years old, I still “love” him.

I love the way his body personifies what a male God should be without looking like Fabio.

I love the way his perfect tanned skin is inked and how he wears those aviator sunglasses and how he’d use up his lunchtimes to teach the little kids in our school guitar lessons.

But I hate the way I love him.

I hate how Dexter was the one controlling the ski lifts at Mason’s Ski Resort the day my mom was killed because it also put me here, in this position, praying to a God I’ve never believed in to spare my dad’s life.

In this hospital room, the air is as quiet as the still of night and my dad’s languid breathing and drawn-out, heavy movements remind me that my perfect family life was never meant to be forever.

If I’m being honest, it seems like things are already over. Dad’s skin keeps a yellow color—at best—from the IV drip. His meds help with the simple tasks his heart and other organs can’t. My thoughts wander again. I don’t let myself consider the alternative—that maybe it’s wishful thinking. I go with this:

“Dad,” I say, jealous my little brother, Darcy is holding our dad’s hand—the hand he can squeeze with. “Look at you.” I wink.

“Is she okay, Dad?” Darcy asks, sounding as though he’s confused.

“Charlee?” The confusion is contagious, but Dad’s patient zero—not Darcy.

There are bars that raise and lower around Dad’s bed, and they’ve been raised forever. Surely they must be there because they’re too hard to put down in their scratched, old state. My dad doesn’t need silly bars around his bed! My dad owns Roycroft Engines.

“I think you’re squeezing Darcy’s hand too tight,” I say.

“Wha-at?” Darcy says. He’s staring at me with squinted eyes, probably thinking what’s wrong with my sister? She’s supposed to be the adult.

It hurts smiling like this, the creases halfway up my cheeks. But maybe it’ll work. “Isn’t that right, Dad?”

Dad’s eyes are like I remember them now. There’s vibrancy in the rich brown color, like my eyes. I bet he’s thinking is his daughter crazy? He tilts his head to the side—

Injured people don’t understand things like this. Injured people don’t get what’s unsaid. Dad’s not that injured.

—as it clicks. Dad shakes out of Darcy’s grip and waggles his finger at him. “That nurse…”

“Lisa Hollingworth,” I say.

“Yes, Lisa. That nurse Lisa said motor function is good. Squeezing someone’s hand uses up a lot more strength than you think, son.”

Darcy’s mouth flops open and stays that way. He checks out Dad, who’s nodding, and me—should I nod?—so I nod also.

“Squeezing your hand probably takes Dad twenty muscles and millions of brain cells just to do something like that.”

“No way!” Darcy grins and punches the air. “Dad, that’s cool.”

And just like that, Darcy has that same face on as he had when Mom told him she had to wait three hours in line to buy Desert Warcraft and yeah, she really, really got it for him.

That face is why I haven’t downed twenty sleeping pills yet. God knows these last weeks have felt like months, which actually felt like years. That makes me the most ancient twenty-year-old alive.

Why, Dexter? Why did it have to be you in that seat, in that room, at that time?

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Author Bio:

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Rebecca Berto is the author or the dark contemporary/literary novella, PRECISE and the upcoming new adult contemporary romance novel, DROWNING IN YOU. She is also a freelance editor.

She writes stories that are a bit sexy, and straddle the line between Literary and Tear Your Heart Out. She gets a thrill when her readers  are emotional reading her stories, and gets even more of a kick when they tell her so. She’s strangely imaginative, spends too much time on her computer, and is certifiably crazy when she works on her fiction.

Rebecca Berto lives in Melbourne, Australia with her boyfriend and their doggy.

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The Only Exception by Magan Vernon
Publication date: April 9th 2013
by Beautifully Broken Books 
Genre: NA Romance
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Synopsis:

Fiercely liberal Monica Remy prefers to blend in. Despite her tattoos, piercings, and outspoken personality, she transferred to Central to escape—before she finds out that her next door neighbor is the uber conservative governor son, Trey Chapman.

No matter how hard she tries to avoid Trey, he still finds a way to get under her skin. Monica can’t stand his crisp white shirts or his staunch views on women. But she can’t help counting every freckle on his face and wondering what it would feel like to have him stop talking politics and kiss her.

A class debate project forces the unlikely pair to work together, and the political lines are blurred in late-night make out sessions. But despite their fiery chemistry, Trey’s politics threatens to smother their relationship for good.

Excerpt:

“Here, let me help you with that.” I stopped a few feet away only to have the box lifted from my hand like it was nothing more than a bag of feathers. I looked up to be greeted by a head of perfectly  gelled, sandy brown hair and a blinding white smile. My eyes trailed over his crisp, white dress shirt, tucked into a pair of dress pants. Obviously not the normal college wear. I figured he was the manager or something. A tall manager with a dimpled smile that I couldn’t stop staring at.

“Oh, thanks. I wasn’t sure I was going to make it.” I returned the smile, but obviously mine hadn’t been soaked with bleach like his. I didn’t want to give him the wrong idea, so I cleared my throat. “My apartment is right here, so you can just set the box down.”

“Apartment 13B, ey?”

I nodded. “Yes, I’m just moving in. I’m Monica. Monica Remy.”

He shifted the box to the side and extended his hand. “Then I guess we are neighbors. I’m glad to meet you. I’m Trey Chapman.”

“Trey Chapman?” My throat felt like it went completely dry. I had to swallow hard to get some saliva back before I could speak. “As in Governor Chapman’s son?”

He kept his big grin on his face. “The one.”

I should have recognized him right off the bat. He and his brothers were like a constant shadow during the governor’s campaign. All three Chapman boys stood behind him with their sandy brown hair and tight-lipped smiles while the future governor discussed his plans for a new Illinois. One that included a new contraception bill, his pride and joy, that changed the usual liberal, Chicago politics of Illinois and had women’s leagues up in arms. It didn’t mean he stopped his precious bill and just said it was “what was best for his state.”

Of course I only got a brief glimpse of Trey Chapman when he was on TV, but I didn’t remember him being this attractive. Or having so many freckles. I had to shake that thought out of my head. I couldn’t let one guy with a dimpled smile phase me. He was the governor’s son for God’s sake.

“I assume you know of him?” He raised his eyebrows.

“Uh, yeah, can’t forget the guy that basically stomped on every policy Illinois had in place for his own conservative agenda.”

“Ouch, Miss Remy, that seems pretty harsh to say about a guy you haven’t actually met. If you want, I can always give you some literature to read up on regarding his policies and plans for the state.”

I knew all too well about his dad’s policies and not one of them I supported. I didn’t know where his son got the balls to try and jam his father’s political agenda down by throat, but I wasn’t a fan of it.

Quickly, I reached for the key in my pocket, unlocked the door, and then I snatched the box out of Trey’s arms. “Well, it’s good to meet you, Trey, and you seem like a really nice guy, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever support your dad.”

Before he could get in a word edgewise I threw open the door and slammed it behind me as soon as I was inside. I dropped the box down at my feet and leaned back against the door.

Author Bio:

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Magan Vernon

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Magan Vernon is a Young Adult and New Adult writer who lives with her family in the insurance capital of the world. She is in a very serious, fake relationship with Adam Lambert and constantly asks her husband to wear guyliner. He still refuses. She also believes her husband is secretly an alien, disguised as a southern gentleman.
 

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