Hide Me by Lexi Scott
New Adult, Contemporary Romance
Expected Publication: July 7th, 2015
Sometimes it's easier to run...
Ripped apart by guilt and grief, nineteen-year-old Whit Conrad grabs her stuff and runs from her super-conservative home and family in Pennsylvania and hauls ass for sunny California. All she wants is escape. Now she has a craptastic apartment, a job at a tattoo parlour, and even a friend-who's-mostly-benefits. Then she meets a sexy, inked, surfer-dude who has the potential of capsizing everything...
Deo Beckett is adrift. Underemployed and over-boozing, Deo knows he should be doing something more with his life. Being something more. All it takes is a pin-up hottie with a smart mouth—and a bruised soul—to force Deo to start looking below the surface. To wonder if there's more to life than being a beach bum. Now he's falling for Whit...and hard. But Whit ran from home for a reason, and she'll go to any lengths to keep Deo from learning the truth...
*previously released under Lengths in 2012
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“You have a house?” she breathes, looking around the tiny beach cottage. “Are you renting?”
I shake my head. “All mine. Pretty sexy, right? I was kinda hoping you could hang here. With me.” I’m careful to keep it cool. It isn’t exactly an engagement ring, and she did just tell me she loved me, but I’m not about to set her running again.
Her hand tightens around mine. I have no idea if that jerk of her fingers is from panic or excitement. So, before I can get an answer I may not like, I drag her to the bedroom.
The rest of the house is pretty moderately furnished, but the bedroom is all colossal excess, focused primarily around the enormous bed I got her into the day before Mom and Rocko’s wedding. It’s warm and dark and inviting in this room, and I pull her in with every intention of seducing her into every crook and corner of my life again.
“Deo,” she whispers as I click the door shut.
For one second, we stare at each other across the space of a few inches. Then she rushes the gap and her lips cover mine.
“Whit.” I pull back and work her sweatshirt over her head. She’s wearing a thin T-shirt with nothing else underneath. I tug that up too, and she hooks her thumbs under the bottom of my hoodie and rips it off in one jerky movement. I press her cotton shorts down her hips, and Whit Conrad is officially standing in all her naked glory in my bedroom.
Score.
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About the Author
Lexi Scott is the combined forces of authors and best friends, Liz Reinhardt and Steph Campbell. Together, they write new adult and contemporary romance featuring strong, smart, feisty women and the swoon worthy, good guys who love them. The grew up on opposite coasts‐ one on the east, one of them on the west, but somehow, both ended up married and raising their families in the Southern U.S. They love traveling, good food, wine and hoarding books.
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