Title: Wreck Me
Author: Maria E. Monteiro
Published Date: June 17th 2014
Synopsis:
All Piper Walker wants is to feel normal again, and for the pain of losing the one person she truly loved to go away. But no matter what she does she feels like she keeps hitting a wall of hurt.
Chase Whitman has finally moved back to town after running away from his troubled home life. He’s trying to fill the emptiness in his heart with all the wrong women, making sure he doesn’t fall in love with any of them.
Now in her sophomore year of college, Piper is trying all she can to right all the wrongs she has done the past year. Which includes almost getting thrown out of school, becoming distant from her best friend, and moving way too quickly with her boyfriend.
After a night of heavy drinking Piper wakes up to find Chase in bed with her. She panics and runs off hoping never to see him again. Little does she know Chase will invade her life in every way possible and become the person she needs the most.
Will they be able to fill the void in each other? Or will their past wreck everything?
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Author Bio & Links
Maria E Monteiro was born in Chile, but grew up in Sleepy Hollow NY. The Catskills is now the place she calls home, alongside her husband. She has been writing since she was a little girl. Her love for reading and writing led her to obtain a BA in English and a Masters in Literacy. Maria loves to write about the small moments that become huge when falling in love. Hold on Tight is Maria E. Monteiro's debut YA novel. Her love of writing accompanies her love for music. When she is not writing, Maria can be found at a rock concert or dancing around her house.
***EXCERPT TIME***
1
The Morning After
The sun beams on
my face forcing my brain to wake up from a deep sleep. I try to open my eyes
but they seam to be glued shut. Struggling, I manage to open one and then the
other. Rapidly I blink bringing some needed moister to them.
My head feels like
it has ten pounds of lead in it. A scent of stale beer brings on a wave of
nausea. Without moving an inch my eyes begin to bounce around the room.
A white popcorn ceiling with an
unrecognizable lighting fixture.
Bare windows with the
blinds raised all the way up allowing the sun to come in.
A chair near the
window.
A dark wood
dresser near the door.
A Yankees tapestry
on the washed-out wall.
This is not my
room. Where the hell am I?
Heavy breathing
enters my ears. My throat closes as each one of my muscles turn hard. This
can’t be happening! What did I do last night?
I gently lift the
covers not wanting to wake whoever is next to me. Oh good my bra and undies are
still on. Maybe I didn’t do anything last night. But where’s the rest of my
clothes?
The pain in my
head becomes stronger as I try to recall what happened last night. I remember
coming to the frat house with Amber. I also remember taking my eighth shot of
Patron. Why did I have to drink so much last night? After that it all becomes
fuzzy and ends in complete darkness.
My eyes squeeze
shut as another memory swims through my head of a guy with a sexy smile. He and
I kept sharing glances with each other all night. I remember dancing with him.
But I don’t remember anything after that.
Is that who’s
sleeping next to me? I slightly turn to peek at him. I can’t see his face, but
I can see his bare broad shoulders and back. Oh God, is he naked under these
sheets? Should I look? No. I don’t want to know.
I need to get out
of here before he wakes up. I can’t believe I did this. This is bad, really
bad. All I wanted to do was let off a little steam last night and not think
about my issues with Mike. I’ve messed up big time.
I try to sit up but the bed creaks beneath me
making my limbs freeze in place. Please
don’t wake up, please don’t wake up. I peek over and see he’s still
breathing heavily. I slip one leg out of the blanket and slowly begin to slide
the rest of my body out of bed onto the cold hardwood floor.
Goose bumps appear
all over my body. The sun is failing its job of providing warmth. I get on all
fours and carefully crawl around searching through piles of the mystery man’s
clothes for anything that belongs to me. I can’t believe how messy this guy is.
I don’t see anything of mine.
I look under the
bed, but only see balls of dust and one single sneaker that definitely belongs
to the stranger in the bed. Damn it, where can my stuff be?
“Your clothes are
on the chair by the window,” a low deep voice says, making every hair on the
back of my neck rise as the floor drops out from under me.
Slowly I lift my
head up and glare into the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen looking down at me. A
wide smile spreads across his face and I realize this is not the guy I was
trading smiles with last night. I’ve never seen this guy in my life.
“Good morning,” he
says.
Without saying a
word I get up quickly and grab my clothes. I slip into my pink tube top and
jeans. I knew I should have brought a jacket.
“Are you okay?” he
asks.
“Did you slip
something into my drink?” I ask without thinking. Not like I expect him to tell
me the truth. But it’s the only possible explanation I can think of, because I
don’t remember this meeting this guy.
“Are you kidding
me?” He stands up revealing his tight abs. I turn away not wanting to see an
inch of him. He’s already gotten to know me in a way only a few have. “I didn’t
put anything in your drink. You were drunk and throwing yourself...”
“And you had no
problem taking advantage of that. I don’t even remember talking to you last
night,” I spit out, glaring at him again. I notice a tattoo of an eagle with
its wings spread across the top of his chest, and his right forearm is covered
in different tattoos. I can’t believe I didn’t see them before.
He slips on his
black T-shirt and jeans on. “I didn’t take advantage of anything! Instead I
pulled that asshole you were all over at the party off you. He was having
trouble understanding what the word no meant.”
My breath gets
caught in my throat. “What?” I manage to utter.
“I
happened to walk by and saw this big ass guy on top of you. You were out of it
but you were still able to mumble the word no.”
My
insides cringe at the thought of some monster on top of me. How did things get
so out of control last night? All I wanted to do was spend a nice quiet night
with Mike. Why did I have to go out with Amber instead?
“I
kicked him out of the room and tried to get you out of here but you were out,
and I wasn’t in any condition to take you home. So I put you in bed.”
“Why
were you in the bed with me?”
“I
was making sure no one else came in here to take advantage of you. I guess you
can call me your night watchman,” he laughs. I don’t find it as funny as he
does. “Look, we didn’t have sex or anything. I promise. I like my girls to be
conscious and lucid.”
I
stare at him not sure if I truly believe him. “I have to get out of here.”
“Wait
I’ll walk you home,” he says getting his clothes on.
“It’s
fine. I don’t live far from here.”
I
turn to walk away, but he grabs my arm preventing me from taking a step. “Aren’t you even going to tell me your name? At
least let me know the name of the girl I watched over last night.”
“It’s
Melissa,” I lie just wanting to get away from this whole messy situation.
“Nice
to meet you Melissa. I’m Chase. Now I insist I walk you home.”
“I
said no.” I pull my arm out of his grip. “Thank you for everything. I’m fine
now. I just wanna get out of here.”
“I’m
not letting you leave until you say I can walk you home.”
I can’t believe
this guy. Why can’t he just let me go? Doesn’t he understand I can’t be in here
a minute longer? He puts his arm across the entry blocking my exit. I take a
deep breath and say. “Okay.”
“Here,”
he says handing me a red sweatshirt. “It’s too cold outside for you to go out
like that.”
“Thanks.”
I slip into it and welcome it’s warmth.
“Okay.
I just gotta use the bathroom and then I’ll walk you home.”
“Okay.”
“You
promise you’ll wait for me here?”
“Yes.”
I force a smile hoping he believes me.
He
turns and exits the room. If he thinks I’m really going to wait for him he’s
crazy. I peek out the door just in time to see him enter the bathroom at the
end of the hallway. I step out of the room and take off running as fast I can
until I’m out of the frat house and two blocks away.
I’m forced to stop
by my legs that feel like they are about to break off. Out of breath my tears
begin to seep out of my eyes. My throat burns trying to hold in the loud scream
of fear and frustration. If that guy had not walked by when he did I would be
living a different story right now.
My skin burns
knowing unwanted hands were on it. I feel so scared. I feel so betrayed. But
most of all I feel so ashamed. I can’t believe I allowed myself to get into
that situation. I just want to block this out of my head and never think of it
again.
“Is this the walk of shame I’m
witnessing?” Lola asks sitting at our small kitchen table as I walk through the
front door of our apartment.
“Not
now. I’m not in the mood.” I walk right
past her into the bathroom and pull out the bottle of aspirin. After swallowing
two of them I turn the shower on and peel my clothes off. I’ve never needed a
shower this badly before.
“Are you okay in
there?” Lola asks knocking on the door.
“Yeah,
I’m taking a shower.”
“Fine.
But when you get out we’re having a talk.”
I
ignore her and enter the shower. The hot water runs down my body erasing the
smell of that guy’s cologne and stale beer. I can’t help but scrub my body
extra hard. Knowing there was someone on top of me not caring that I was saying
no turns my stomach. I know nothing happened, but I can’t help feeling
disturbed by it all.
I try again to
search my mind for any other memories from last night, but nothing comes up.
Maybe I can get Amber to fill in the blanks. First I have to find out what
happened to her last night.
I step out of the
shower feeling a little more like myself. The aspirin is beginning to work its
magic on my head. I wish it had the same effect on my stomach.
Wrapping a soft
white towel around my body I walk out of the bathroom and head towards my
bedroom.
“Hey Piper, umm…”
Lola says following behind me.
“Not now Lola.
I’ll talk to you later.”
“No I just wanna
warn you…”
I step into my room and
feel every once of air exit my lungs. Mike is sitting on my bed.
***GIVEAWAY TIME***
It wasn't really hard deciding what I'd be giving away, since a good half of the projects I did were made for people who agreed that the colors would be based off of book covers. So the projects that are going to be given away are the ones that were solely made for Crochet with Books. These said projects are:
Well, for those who haven't heard of this beauty (and the Bicep) here's your chance! *Whispers* There's an excerpt and giveaway too!
After studying at the University of Montana-Missoula, LIA RILEY scoured the world armed only with a backpack, overconfidence and a terrible sense of direction. When not torturing heroes (because c'mon, who doesn't love a good tortured hero?), Lia herds unruly chickens, camps, beach combs, daydreams about as-of-yet unwritten books, wades through a mile-high TBR pile and schemes yet another trip. She and her family live mostly in Northern California.
