Title: Castles on the Sand (Shattered Castles, #1)
Author: E.M. Tippetts
Release date: August 20, 2012
Genre: Contemporary Romance/coming of age
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Book Description
"A fast-paced blend of high-stakes drama and average
teenage concerns (sex, appearance, friends), capped with a welcome message of
hope." ~Kirkus Reviews
If there’s one thing
Madison Lukas understands, it’s pain. The pain she feels when her mother
ignores her completely. The pain her best friend endures as her parents starve
her as punishment. The pain of a dangerous boy whose mother has to be carried
away by law enforcement on a regular basis.
She gets it. She feels the pain of others as if it were her own.
But when a mysterious man claiming to be her long lost brother appears with promises of relieving her suffering, trusting him could reveal more truths than Madison is ready for. Because the truth can hurt, too.
She gets it. She feels the pain of others as if it were her own.
But when a mysterious man claiming to be her long lost brother appears with promises of relieving her suffering, trusting him could reveal more truths than Madison is ready for. Because the truth can hurt, too.
About E.M. Tippetts
Emily Mah Tippetts writes romance under the name E.M.
Tippetts and science fiction and fantasy under the name Emily Mah. Originally
from New Mexico, she now lives in London with her family. Before she was a
published author, she was an attorney who specialized in real estate,
contracts, and estate planning, especially literary estate planning.
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Sneak Peak
A
million thoughts flit through my mind as this mystery person kisses me. It's
not a passionate kiss; it's an obnoxious one, the person sucking on my mouth in
a really annoying way. I squirm and the person lets me go.
I blink and find myself face to face
with Alex.
He smirks, as if to say, “Well, it was
worth a try.” And turns to leave.
But my temper flares and I grab his
arm. “What was that?”
No response, just the usual stare.
“You don't do that, jerk. I
don't care how hot you are, you are not hot enough to get away with assaulting
people.” I wonder if it counts as assault, though. I don't know the legal
definition, but I bet he does, which means I'm insane to grab his arm and yell
at him.
He looks down at me, pulls his arm out
of my grasp, and then glances around, though there isn't much to see besides
the blank white sides of the vans we stand between. What's odd is how
vulnerable he seems now, even though he's six feet tall at least, and all
corded muscle. He shrugs again, as if this is supposed to explain why he
planted one on me.
And then it clicks. “That whole promise
to Carson, the next guy who kisses me is gonna be my boyfriend? Dream on.
Sneak attacks so don't count.”
“What if you sneak attack me?”
Really, I think, it's better when he's
silent. I unzip my backpack, pull out his jacket, and try to shove it at him,
only to discover that he has rock hard abs. I'd thought that was just a saying.
It's like punching a brick wall and I wince in pain.
He, however, stares down at his jacket
as if I just handed him a brick of gold.
“Why are you even in school today?” I
ask. “Why aren't you in jail?”
A sullen glare is the only reply to
that one.
“And listen, you are a loser, you are a
creep, you threatened me with a switchblade-”
“Was a joke.”
“It wasn't funny! Let me add to that
list of what it would take for a guy to be my boyfriend. He'd have to be nice
to me. He'd have to talk to me sometimes. He'd have to not feel like he has to
sneak around and catch me off guard. He'd have to act like he likes me.”
“That all?”
“What? It rules you out. Except for the
talking thing. And what is with the talking thing? Why are you talking now?”
He ignores that, lifts his jacket to
his face, and sniffs it.
“Oh, and smoking? Disgusting. I washed
your jacket because it was giving me a headache.”
A dig through his pockets, and he pulls
out his cigarettes, then looks at me with a lifted eyebrow.
“What? I am not a thief. Of course I
put them back.”
The pack crushes in his fist.
“What are you doing?”
He digs in his pocket again and
retrieves his lighter.
“Yeah, I gave that back to you, so
you'll have it to burn down the school or whatever.”
But
rather than ignite it and shove the flame at me, as I expect, he tosses it to
me and I catch it awkwardly with one hand. “Thanks,” he says. He leaves without
a backwards glance.
I am looking forward to reading this and finding out how it ends! Sounds intriguing
ReplyDeleteI loved this book and the next one. I hope you get to love them as much as I did. Thanks for commenting.
DeleteI am looking forward to reading this to learn more about the secrets and it just looks intriguing. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteIt is a sweet book not normally my genre but I loved it as well as the next one which releases this week. Thanks for commenting. L
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