Genre:
Contemporary New Adult novel with a slow building romance.
Due to some
shocking scenes, this novel is not intended for readers under 18.
Blurb:
Skye followed her long time boyfriend to Seattle
for their first year of college, but he dumped her after only a week. The
relationship brought only pain and destruction in Skye's life, and yet, she
can't bring herself to open up and live her life.
"What if I am already broken into
pieces?"
She hates to be touched, hiding under her
oversized shirts and behind her wild frizzy hair. Even her bubbly roommate
can't reach her. And yet ...
"I'm the guy who knows how you can hurt so
much that your insides feel like they're cut and bleeding."
The tall, handsome, and tattooed TA in her
psychology class changes everything when he literally collides with her and
confronts her. For the first time in a long time, she wants to try and open up
to this guy whose dark, intense eyes can't hide his own pain despite his
dazzling smile getting to her.
However, just when she's starting to live again,
her ex-boyfriend comes back, breaking her time and time again, making it all
the more complicated.
She wants to fight for herself and for this
building thing with the TA, even when he pushes her away, but can two broken
people patch each other up?
"I never thought colliding with someone
could change lives, but it is possible."
Patch Up on Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17979646-patch-up
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Excerpt:
(The first meeting)
Without paying attention to my
surroundings, I turn to my left to walk toward the row closer to the door where
a seat is available. I take a step and collide with a hard body, almost
toppling me over on the ground for the second time in less than an hour. A
strong hand grips me firmly by the forearm. My body stiffens and my breath
catches in my throat. It’s as if I can’t move besides yanking my arm free
without looking up to see who I collided with.
“Are you all right?” he asks me in a
deep and calm voice.
My eyes wander from my red Converse
to his dark boots. I have to calm down. I’m being ridiculous. Calm down. I take
a deep breath and look up slowly. Long, muscled legs in beat up dark blue
jeans, an old black leather jacket open over a dark grey V-neck sweater that
showcases an impressive tall body with broad shoulders and finally, longish and
messy black hair, perfect straight nose, full lips, high cheekbones and
expressive soft dark eyes that lock with my bluish-greyish ones. He looks older
with his goatee perfectly trimmed. A perfect hot mess many girls would say. I’m
just intimidated by this stranger, though.
“I’m fine,” I reply, my voice even.
I push away some of my untamed locks and curse my auburn frizzy hair that is
always all over the place.
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