by Shane Morgan
NA Contemporary Romance
October 29th 2013 by TSW Books
Summary
All Moya Douglas wants to do is study hard, maintain her scholarship, and make
her mother proud while attending college. She doesn’t have time for a boyfriend
or going on dates arranged by her best friend. Moya doesn’t believe in love. And
she has no intention of ever finding it.
Branden McCarthy is determined to change her views.
A selfless romantic who’s had his heart broken in the past, Branden is fascinated with Moya’s personality and hopes to develop something real with her-a connection so strong it’ll open her heart. But just when things start to work between the two, Branden’s secret threatens to get in the way.
Will Moya finally do the impossible and give love a chance with Branden, or will fear keep them apart?
Rated G for everyone. No strong language. No raunchy sex scenes throughout. This is a New Adult novel about finding love and oneself.
You can see the book trailer here.
Branden McCarthy is determined to change her views.
A selfless romantic who’s had his heart broken in the past, Branden is fascinated with Moya’s personality and hopes to develop something real with her-a connection so strong it’ll open her heart. But just when things start to work between the two, Branden’s secret threatens to get in the way.
Will Moya finally do the impossible and give love a chance with Branden, or will fear keep them apart?
Rated G for everyone. No strong language. No raunchy sex scenes throughout. This is a New Adult novel about finding love and oneself.
You can see the book trailer here.
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Excerpt
I headed over to the library—which was less than two minutes from my dorm—to finish my Statistics homework. Scoping out an empty spot in the lounge to chill, a natural beauty caught me by surprise.
There was Moya, as captivating as ever, stopping me in my tracks. I struggled to recover my cool. The rich, golden-honey tone of her skin glowed in the ceiling light. Her thick black curls begged my fingers to twist every strand across my flesh. Damn, she was the epitome of unearthly beauty.
Swallowing hard, I walked over to her table. Moya kept her eyes lowered as she took notes from the humongous textbook in front of her. I cleared my throat to draw her attention and nearly jumped out of my skin when she glared up at me with anger.
Her chocolate brown eyes bewitched me. Moya’s fierceness made me smile. That only pissed her off more.
“What?” she asked, irritatingly.
Settling my backpack down on a chair at the table, I asked, “May I sit with you—”
Right away Moya said, “No,” her voice solid and without hesitation. There was something exquisitely sexy about her deep and sultry tone. I would enjoy having her whisper sweet words in my ear at nights.
She went back to writing. Instead of walking away, I pulled out a chair and sat down.
Moya looked up at me, surprised and annoyed. “What are you doing? I said no. Now go away.” She even emphasized by pointing her pen in the direction of the exit.
“Well, this is not only a place shared by students it’s also my favorite spot to study. Since it’s a large table and there aren’t any names written down, I think I’ll stay.”
My assertion enraged her even more. Placing her pen down in the middle of one of the textbooks, Moya sank back in her chair and folded her arms across her chest. Oh yeah, she was definitely fuming and getting ready to light my ass on fire with that biting tongue of hers.
As she examined me carefully with her enthralling eyes, I couldn’t help but do the same. I glanced down to her mouth and envisioned kissing her lips intensely.
Amidst my admiring her sexiness, I noticed a gold necklace with a butterfly locket pendant reminiscent of the one my dad bought my Mom for Christmas last year. The details seemed exact, right down to the ivory glaze. The owner said they were unique to his jewelry store. Did that mean Moya was from Berlin Heights? Baltimore wasn’t far from Harrington, so we could hang out on weekends easily if she went home. Yeah, right. I was way ahead of myself. She hadn’t even given me a shot yet.
“Do you like me or something?” Moya finally asked, disrupting my thoughts.
As I carried my eyes back up to meet hers, I nearly choked on my voice. “Well, I would like to get to know you.”
Moya unfolded her arms, bending over the table on top of the books with a questioning look. I admired her full lips as she parted them and asked sarcastically, “Why is that?”
Honesty was my best policy. “You seem so closed off,” I explained. “I’d like to get you to open up a bit.”
That didn’t go well with her. Moya jumped up, slammed the books shut, and clutched them to her chest as she struggled to carry them all back at once. I wasn’t trying to upset her. Still, those flares of intensity surging through her shields only made me want her more.
I shot up to help Moya gather her things. She brushed my hand away. “I don’t need any man’s help. Give it a rest. We both know what you really want me to open.” She lifted a brow and eyed me up and down suspiciously. Her body, on the other hand, slanted with hesitation, as if she was finding it hard to walk away.
“What?” I held my hands in the air as defense and backed up a few steps. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She rolled her eyes and walked off, mumbling. That was another failed attempt at communicating with Moya Douglas. Wow, I was turned down twice in one day. My pride was wounded by her pre-judging me. I wasn’t like my roommate. Warren was the type of guy who ditched girls once he got them out of their clothes and into his bed.
I was far from being that guy. But even though Moya was so hard to get through to, I became even more determined to prove to her I was different. I was adamant on making her mine.
About the Author
Shane
Morgan is a lover of "interesting" books. Her imagination is always running wild
so it's best to collect and organize them into separate stories.
Shane's love for writing started the moment she picked up a Nancy Drew book. At a young age, she began writing short stories, delving into a variety of genres: from comedy and drama, to horror and contemporary romance. Shane's quite intrigued by the otherworldly or things otherwise deemed "impossible." Well, in her opinion, people never really grow up, do they?
Shane's love for writing started the moment she picked up a Nancy Drew book. At a young age, she began writing short stories, delving into a variety of genres: from comedy and drama, to horror and contemporary romance. Shane's quite intrigued by the otherworldly or things otherwise deemed "impossible." Well, in her opinion, people never really grow up, do they?
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