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When “crazy” runs in your family and your namesake is known for walking into a river with a pocket full of rocks, a girl kind of wants to avoid tempting fate at all costs. For Virginia Nichols, the only way to dodge that bullet is to be perfect at everything: school, student council, life. Too bad it’s all a lie, and underneath the perfection...Virginia is lost.
Ryder Blackstock knows a thing or two about being born into fate. The talents passed down from his father aren't exactly normal; instead of learning how to throw a fastball, he was taught to hot-wire a car like a pro and pick any pocket in sight. He’s got criminal blood, just like his old man. And as soon as he turns eighteen, he’ll be living life on the run with his dad.
When Ryder and Virginia meet on the beach, it seems they couldn't be more different. Soon they discover they’re both trapped in their lives—Virginia denying her fate, Ryder embracing his. Like the rocks in Virginia Woolf’s pockets, the weight of their destinies will pull them under. But being together brings out pieces of themselves they didn't know existed—pieces that make them want to take fate into their own hands and rewrite their destinies...if it’s not too late.
As his mouth covers mine, fear pummels me, a wave going over my head like I’m trapped in a broken dock, scared that I might die. My reflex is to jerk back, to take a breath because air is something I need and it’s okay to need that.
My vision is lost to anything except blue and brown, the twist in his eyes, the questions there, and the comfort. The last part isn’t something I’d expect from a boy like him and it makes another wave of fear threaten to drown me. But then his thumb brushes my neck and a tingle in my stomach makes my body shiver. It feels so good. He feels so good that I forget there’s the worry of drowning.
I lean closer to him and that’s all the incentive he needs to take my mouth again. His tongue is at my lips and I’m opening them to let him in. There’s tasting and touching and a twisting together of tongues. I giggle into his mouth at how my thoughts are all coming out in “T” words and he chuckles as though he hears them.
The laughing lends only a quick interruption, not that I want one, before he’s kissing me again and it’s all I can feel or think about. It’s all I want to know.
The studs of his piercings press into my skin, not painful, but reminding me they’re there.
He tastes like the air after rain, clean and new and almost like being reborn.
His hand feels big on my neck, but he’s gentle, much gentler than he seems when he tangles it in my hair.
Just like everything is with him, the kiss is intense, urgent, fast moving. It was almost like he was born from the dark, coming out of nowhere the first night we met. Before I knew what was happening, he was there, his voice asking if I was hurt, his hand grabbing me to save me.
His lips are the same, they weren’t there and then they were and now he’s wrapped around me, lowering me to the beach, a weight that freaks me out while grounding me at the same time.
My body pulses when his warm hand slides under my coat, under my shirt to touch the bare skin of my belly.
“Wait.” The palm of my hand lands on his chest. “Not…not so fast.”
And then his lips are gone. It’s seriously like this guy is a magician or something with the way he’s there then he’s not.
“Shit. Sorry. Wanted to feel your skin.”
Aaaaand, I have to cut it off there :) I think this was one of my favorite kissing scenes I've ever written, so I wanted to share it with you guys. Hope you enjoyed it and love the cover! Hope you'll preorder and/or add it to Goodreads. Also, don't forget I'll be at Queer Romance Month on Thursday talking about why queer romance matters.
THE WEIGHT OF DESTINY on Goodreads.