What if you had the chance to start over? What if starting over meant changing everything about yourself? What if it meant finding out who you are? What if it meant nothing would be the same? Would you still want it?
When Whitney caught her boyfriend doing another woman, she left him. She ran to her mother’s house in the middle of NOWHERE. While there she meets bad boy Cole Pritchett. Cole was run out of the last town he lived in. Now, he’s starting over. So is Whitney.
This is an amazing story. It’s about second chances, finding yourself and growing as a person. The romance between Cole and Whitney was sweet, while at the same time pretty hot. They started out as friends but then it grew into something else.
Whitney was pretty neat as she grew as a person. She’s spent her whole life letting others dictate her life. She learned how to stand up for herself, ask for what she wants and deal with whatever happens.
Cole was just as wonderful. He learned when to control himself while still standing up for what he believes in.
The biggest thing was seeing how other people perceptions taint how we see ourselves. Watching Cole and Whitney learn to deal with others perceptions while not letting it taint their own views was neat.
Overall this was a great story! Coming of age has never been sweeter. Plus, I think we would all love to have a mom like Whitney’s!
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When I’m not writing or playing the part of wife and mother, you can find me dancing back-up for Beyonce, singing back-up for Miranda, or sunning myself on the beach with a drink in hand. Here’s the thing about being born and raised in a small town—you have a very vivid imagination! Now, I channel it all to create stories where the girl always ends up with the right guy, first kisses are magical, and a happy ending is just that!
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Author Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6542627.Elizabeth_Lee
Novel Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17854029-escaping-me?ac=1
Escaping Me Excerpt
“You look like you’ve been busy today, too.” She picks up her hand and settles it on my bicep, kneading against the muscle. “I could give you a massage. I’m sure you’ve been hard at it, trying to get the house fixed up. Your muscles are all tensed up,” she flirts.
“They’re tensed up alright, but that didn’t happen until you sat down next to me.” My body is as tense as it can be, especially below the belt.
“We could always just go take a hot shower together.” I know what she is insinuating, and it sounds like a mighty fine offer, but I am not about to let her win.
I lift her chin up and lower my face to hers. “Nice try, baby, but you’re not getting in that house until I say so.”
She wrinkles up her nose and smiles. “It was worth a shot.”
“Don’t think that you can come traipsing in here and roll me over with your charms. You can go bat your lashes at some other sucker,” I jest. She stands up from the table and walks toward the front of the house. “Where in the hell do you think you’re going?” I quickly follow the three steps she took and grab her waist, turning her in my arms to face me.
“To find another sucker,” she chuckles before I devour her lips with mine. I kiss her good and just a little harder than I meant to. She doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, the way she sighs as my tongue plunges against hers tells me that she rather enjoys it. When I think she’s had enough, I take a breath and find her eyes with mine.
“Still want to go find another sucker?”
She purses her kiss-swollen lips and shakes her head. “Hmm-mm.”
“That’s what I thought.” I smile as I tug her back to the picnic table. This time I sit far enough back on the table so I can pull her between my legs and wrap my arms around her.
“Scared I’m going to try and get away again?” she jokes.
“I’m not taking any chances,” I confirm as I kiss her behind her ear and then nudge against her with my nose. We sit quietly for a moment as she lets me breathe her in, the same thing I let her do to me in the driveway when she arrived. “This is nice.”
“It is,” she agrees. “It’s so quiet out here.”
“Wait until the coyotes come out.” I nip at her neck and hold her tight to me.
“Good thing I’ve got you to protect me,” she giggles.
“About that…” I figure now is as good a time as any to let her know about my past. “I’m not saying I won’t protect, because I would. Shit, I’d fight the wind if I thought it was going to mess up your hair, but I’m trying not to be that guy you got a glimpse of at the bar the other night.”
She turns her head to look at my face. “What are you talking about?”
“I saw the way you were watching me after I picked that kid up who hit Zeke. It seemed like you were into it. Like maybe you liked it a little bit,” I confess. Even in the moonlight, I can see her cheeks redden. “I’m trying to stay out of fights and I don’t want you to think that I’m some lunatic that goes around starting them.”
“I don’t,” she quickly answers. “I mean, yeah, it was kind of hot to see you rough Ricky up a bit, but it’s not what you think. I’m not turned on by the fact that you could beat him up. I was turned on by the fact that you weren’t afraid to take charge.”
“That’s funny coming from you,” I chuckle. “You don’t seem to have a problem taking charge with me.”
She shakes her head. “That’s a recent development, trust me. I’ve never been in charge of one thing in my life. I’m so used to having people tell me what to do, and then I moved here with my mom, who’s very much into me making my own decisions, and I met you. I guess you make me want to be in control of my actions for once.” The way she is opening up to me only makes me want to protect her more. Somewhere along the line, this smart, funny, beautiful girl was made to feel like she couldn’t think for herself. It pisses me off and I am just some backwoods hick. It’s not like I was raised in some liberal household where women were empowered, but I did grow up in this century. What kind of assholes has this girl been around?