Today, we’re revealing the cover for Melissa West’s upcoming
NA contemporary romance, Pieces of Olivia!!
TITLE: Pieces of
Olivia
AUTHOR: Melissa
West
PUBLISHER: Penguin/InterMix
RELEASE DATE: July
15, 2014
Olivia Warren used to
be a normal girl with a bright future. But on one fated night, everything
changed.
Hiding the scars of her past up her sleeves, Olivia
transfers her enrollment from Columbia University to The College of Charleston,
determined to pursue her own dreams for the first time in her life.
She intends to allow herself a bit of alone time to heal...
that is, until she meets Preston.
Preston is best friends with her roommate, completely hot,
and off-limits. But the chemistry
between them is instantaneous—and as the pair begins to spend more time with
one another, their feelings for each other build into something undeniable,
something powerful enough to heal Olivia’s deepest scars.
Olivia tries to put her own past behind her and trust
Preston, but she discovers that his past might be more present than she ever
bargained for…
PIECES OF OLIVIA excerpt
By: Melissa West
His eyes swept over my face, and I
knew what was about to happen. I could see the resolve in his face. Feel the
swift change in the air as the charge between us sparked. He leaned toward me,
his eyes never leaving mine.
“I’m not going to kiss you,” I whispered.
“I didn’t ask.”
“Preston, we…”
He tucked my hair behind my ear and moved still closer. “I
can’t promise anything. I have nothing in me to promise, but that doesn’t mean
I won’t try.”
I swallowed, feeling the walls around me crumbling down.
“Let me be what you need.”
My breath caught, the fight in me diminishing with each
spoken word. What was I so afraid of? I reached out, gliding my fingertips over
his face and into his hair. Briefly, I thought of how often I’d dreamt of
touching his hair, and then his mouth was on mine, and all thought was gone,
except him and us and this moment. His lips took control, first soft and
careful, and then full of urgency and need. Every unspoken word, every missed
opportunity, was pushed into that single kiss.
Preston laid me back on the sofa, his body warm and
inviting. My fingers gripped his hair, pulling him closer, and he left my lips,
kissing a trail down my chin to my neck. A soft moan of pleasure escaped my
lips, and he thrust his hips against mine in answer to my ache. Our bodies
moved together, our clothes the only thing keeping us from taking this further.
I tugged his chin up so his lips were back on mine, the kiss
growing to a frenzy of passion. His hand slid under the edge of my shirt,
gliding over my stomach, before finding my breast. He groaned with pleasure,
and I reached down to take his shirt off, eager to touch his impeccably toned
chest and stomach. Preston slipped his shirt off and gripped mine, his
intentions clear, when reality yanked me from pleasure and threw me into a sea
of painful thoughts. I remembered my scars, Preston’s expression when he’d
gotten a glimpse of them through my shirt at the pier. I shook my head, feeling
myself tumbling deeper into sadness and farther from the moment.
Preston glanced down at me. “We can stop.”
“No.”
“Olivia, you don’t have to—”
I bit my lip, forcing myself to push away the fear and
sadness and guilt that riddled my mind and peered back at him. “I don’t want to
take my shirt off.”
“Okay,” he whispered.
“And I don’t want you judging that I don’t want to take my
shirt off.”
“Okay,” he repeated. I felt his heart beat against my chest,
fast and sure and strong. A part of me wanted to disappear, embarrassed and ashamed
that I’d yet again shown Preston Riggs just how crazy I was deep inside. But
another part, a greater part, felt a surge of happiness that he’d stayed. He
knew that I was broken and scarred and more than a little crazy, yet still, he
didn’t run. He stayed.
About the Author:
Melissa West writes young adult and new adult novels for
Entangled Teen and Embrace and Penguin/InterMix. She lives outside of Atlanta,
GA with her husband and two daughters and spends most of her time writing,
reading, or fueling her coffee addiction.
She holds a B.A. in Communication Studies and a M.S. in Graphic Communication, both from Clemson University. Yeah, her blood runs orange.
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