Title: The Fine Line
Author: Alicia Kobishop
Release Date: December 6. 2013
Synopsis:
High
school senior Liv Evans has one rule: No attachments. She’s lost enough
in her life and has vowed to do whatever it takes to make sure she
never again feels the emptiness of losing someone she loves. Boys are a
fun distraction, but a serious relationship is something she’d rather
live without. Her determination for a future free of pain and heartbreak
is put to the test when she meets–and quickly forms an unexpected
bond–with Logan Tanner.Logan has always been a free spirit, but ever since a life-changing event took place, which left him doubting the integrity of those who are closest to him, he’s taken that term to a whole new dangerous level. Learning the hard way that life is too short for worries or work–and that women can’t be trusted–Logan has exchanged steady work for street racing. When Liv walks into his world, everything he thought he knew about life and women is challenged.
In The Fine Line, Liv and Logan will discover if it’s possible for true love to have a future, or if history is destined to repeat itself.
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Alicia Kobishop Bio
Alicia
Kobishop, who was born, raised, and currently resides in the greater
Milwaukee, WI area, is a happily married mother of 2 young children.
"The Fine Line," a new adult contemporary romance, is her debut novel.
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Excerpt
Logan and I said our goodbyes to Nate
and Mel and hopped into the Mustang. He
turned the key, bringing the engine to life with a low powerful growl. The faint smell of exhaust mixed with the
heavy rumble made me feel oddly at home and I felt the corners of my mouth lift
up. I turned to face him as he backed the car out of the driveway and pulled
onto the road.
His right hand held the top of the
steering wheel as he looked ahead at the road.
Each time a streetlight lit up his face, I noticed a new incredible
feature. His chocolate hair was lifted
up at the top but was just messy enough to tell the world he didn’t care about
things like hair. His full lips were completely
closed with his top lip being slightly larger than the bottom. His maroon colored t-shirt was worn, but not
holey, and was just the right size to say he had a body, but didn’t need to
show it off.
“You’re doing it again.” He said as a grin took over those lips and
his amused eyes turned to me.
Shit! I’m staring.
I quickly turned to face the road. “Doing what?”
Playing dumb was the first thing I thought of, but I suddenly became
nervous that he would call out that move.
He let out an entertained huff,
“Nothing.” Out of the corner of my eye,
I notice him turn to face me again, just before returning his gaze to the road
and he tapped his thumb on the steering wheel.
“I’ve been friends with Gavin for a while, and I’ve never seen you at
his place before. Where have you been
hiding?”
I shrugged. “I’m not hiding anywhere. I’ve been to Gavin’s a few times.”
He responded by turning to me while
raising a brow, signaling that he was looking for more details.
“I’ve just been busy with work, I
guess. I plan on moving out once I’m
done with school, and I want to make sure I can support myself.”
“No college?”
“I don’t know, maybe. We’ll see,” I replied. I didn’t like to talk about myself, and most
people were put off by the fact that I didn’t want to go to college. I learned to keep that piece of information
to myself. “What about you? Are you in
school?”
“Nah, I graduated high school last year
and after my dad passed, I decided to take a year off before starting college
right away. I’m fine the way things
are. College isn’t for me right now.”
I found it interesting that he was so
openly candid about his father. “Do you
work?” I asked, wondering what he did
all day if he didn’t go to school.
“I guess you could say that,” he smiled,
with his eyes on the road.
What
kind of answer is that?
Following his lead from before, I playfully eyed him, letting him know
that I wanted him to elaborate. When he saw me staring again, and on purpose,
he laughed.
“My work is keeping my car in top
condition and keeping up on the latest technology,” he continued. “Most of the cars I race against are compact
and lightweight, and with an older, bigger car like mine, you have to
make…modifications…to get it to move fast.
Other than that, I fix other people’s cars here and there.”
He
makes his money from racing?
“What’s the blue button for?” I asked as I glanced at the steering wheel.
He looked at me with a grin, then back
at the road. “That’s for the nitrous.”
I remembered seeing nitrous in the Fast and the Furious movies. “Isn’t that dangerous? We’re not going to blow up, are we?” I said,
suddenly concerned.
“Don’t worry. I spend a lot of time researching safety and
proper installation. You’re right, it is
dangerous, if not taken care of properly.”
“Oh, great. I’m riding in the death mobile.”
He watched me as I shifted in my seat,
and he chuckled. “It’s just for speed,
Liv. It’s not going to kill us.”
I anxiously bit my fingernails the rest
of the way home, and I breathed a sigh of relief when we pulled into my
driveway safe, sound, and in one piece.
“Looks empty. Is anyone home?” Logan asked as he looked at
the dark house.
“No, they’re at the pub,” I answered.
“Which room is yours?”
I leaned over him and pointed. “The one
with the balcony there. I think my
mother took pity on me the last time we moved, and I got the best room out of
it.” I turned my head to look at him and
realized just how close I had leaned into him.
When I saw his eyes on me and not my balcony, I froze.
The appropriate reaction would have been
for me to pull away, but there was something about his eyes that kept me stuck
there. Nobody had ever looked at me the
way he was looking at me right now. It
was as if he saw me…really saw who I was.
The thought of that, although intriguing, was unsettling.
I wanted to lean back into my seat, I
wanted to run, but I couldn’t move. His
pupils darkened and my heart began to pound.
Keeping his eyes on mine, with a serious expression, he slowly began
leaning toward me. My skin burned as the
gap between his lips and mine began to close.
This beautiful man was going to kiss me.
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