Outspoken and flirtatious, Lauren Myers is more than most guys can handle. Even so, a disastrous trip to her boyfriend’s hometown in Greece leaves her reeling, forcing her to reevaluate her views on men and relationships all together.
Level-headed and reserved, Ian Mason is perfectly content with his life the way that it is—until a phone call from his mother flips his life upside down. Suddenly, everything changes and he’s forced to hold the weight of the family business all on his own.
After a chance meeting draws them together, the two will learn love often finds those who aren’t necessarily looking, and that there are moments in life that hold within them all the power to wreck you.
Wreck You Excerpt Two:
Finishing my nightly routine as quickly as I could, I changed into a comfy tank top and stumbled to where I’d set my purse. Fishing out my cell, I read Blaire’s message.
Are you alive? Just making sure we didn’t send you home drunk with an ax murderer.I laughed and attempted to type a reply that made sense.
I’m fine. He was a perfect gentleman. ~ Lauren
I didn’t wait for her to respond. Instead, I tossed my phone onto the table and headed straight to bed. Sleep eluded me though. My mind was buzzing with too much—thoughts of Jimmy, my horrible trip, the talk with my mom, and my insane crush on Ian.
When I burped up the horrible taste of tequila, I decided maybe I would be able to fall asleep if I actually put sheets on my bed instead of just draping them over it. Even after I made the bed and climbed back in, I knew I still wouldn’t be able to sleep. My room felt foreign and my mind wouldn’t turn off. Maybe sending Ian away so soon had been a bad thing.
A knock at my front door startled me, waking my mind even more than it already was. I reached for my
thin pajama pants from off the floor and quietly crept down the hall. A second knock sounded, and I peered through the peephole to see who was on the other side. Ian’s frustrated face stared back at me.
I opened the door and smiled. “Well, hello.”
“Hey. I’m sorry to bother you. I’m sure you’re ready for bed or whatever, but um…” He brought a hand up to smooth along the back of his neck. “Do you think you could jump me off?”
“Jump you off?” I stifled a laugh as the words came out of my mouth. He had to know what that odd request had sounded like.
His mouth opened and his eyes widened as the realization of his word choice crashed into him. “I mean. My truck. Could you jump my truck?”
“Now you want me to jump your truck? Look, I know you found all those vibrators beneath my bed, but I’m not as kinky as you’re thinking. I thought I already mentioned this to you once,” I razzed him.
Jennifer Snyder lives in North Carolina were she spends most of her time writing New Adult and Young Adult Fiction, reading, and struggling to stay on top of housework. She is a tea lover with an obsession for Post-it notes and smooth writing pens. Jennifer lives with her husband and two children, who endure listening to songs that spur inspiration on repeat and tolerate her love for all paranormal, teenage-targeted TV shows.
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