Title: Are You Mine?
Author: N.K. Smith
Genre: New Adult Contemporary
Expected release date: 7 August 2013
Goodreads link: http://www.goodreads.
[This is a self-published title so no pre-order purchase links will be available prior to publication.]
Book synopsis:
Human connection? Who needs it?
Ever since she can remember, wealthy but weary Saige Armstrong has felt different from her peers in Pechimu, New Jersey. With only one good friend to her name, she has navigated the complicated halls of high school and is now faced with the timeless question: Now what?
Fox Harrington, a fun-loving, socially charismatic graffiti artist uses his passions to color his world exactly how he wants it. He knows exactly where his life is headed. That is, until he meets Saige.
A summer project links the two together, making a tentative friendship bloom into romance, but despite their affection for each other, fundamental beliefs and ways of thinking threaten to destroy all they have built.
In this tender story of young love, N.K. Smith delivers a striking tale of two people standing on the precipice of adult life.
Author bio:
Based
in the American Midwest, N.K. Smith is a Technical Writer for a Fortune
100 company. The author of the Old Wounds Series, Ghosts of Our Pasts,
and My Only, she is a mother of two who finds the time to write very
early in the morning when the rest of the world is still fast asleep.
An avid lover of history, art, music, books, and people, she is interested in telling stories that speak to the human condition.
Author contact links:
Website: http://nksmithauthor.
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Twitter: http://twitter.com/
TEASER 4:
Before I
know it, he’s really close to me. Our bodies so close they are touching. He
moves his hand from my wrist, so now our palms are together, fingers
interlaced. Fox’s other hand is against the small of my back. My cheek rests
against his chest. I hold my breath.
It’s
awkward at first, but as I relax into his body and allow him to move us, I can
see the private dance for what it is. An exchange. I breathe in and feel his
chest rise against mine. He’s giving me a little bit of his calm. I don’t know
if it’s on purpose or if I’m making it all up because I’ve spent too much time
talking to Val about his new-aged hippie ideas on energy, but for some reason,
it doesn’t matter right now. All that matters is that I’m pressed against him
in this little basement where no one can see us, and he’s holding me like I’ve
never let anyone do before.
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