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When T.J. isn't reading or writing (which is almost never), she is enjoying a blissfully boring life with her family in Maryland. Her two greatest wishes are to serve on a Starfleet Starship or to be invited to join the Justice League. Sure her chances are slim, but she's a big believer in dreaming big. A hopeless romantic to her very core, T.J.'s books explore every corner of the wobbly-kneed-world of romance novels. She has a particular penchant for Young Adult themes. Dell's debut novel 'Her Best Friend's Brother' is enjoying its tenth month as an Amazon best seller, and her popular Elfkin Series is hot on its heels.
From Goodreads: If it can kill you-- how can it be love?
When Evie Parker meets Lucas Spencer she begins to feel hope again. Lately she's been going through life in a fog and Lucas is all about teaching her how to have fun again. For the first time since the accident she knows what it means to be happy.
So who cares if Lucas is a little odd. It isn't that strange that she's never met his parents, or that teachers never seem to notice when he's late for class. Evie tries not to care, but on top of all his peculiar behavior she's been feeling kind of sick lately-- ever since she met Lucas actually.
When Lucas decides it is time to come clean with all his secrets Evie has to make some hard decisions.
Publisher: Independently published
Release Date: May 21, 2012
An Excerpt from Whispers in the Woods.
“Is something wrong with your pizza?” Lucas paused between giant bites of his dinner. Two huge slices piled high with every topping on the menu were still waiting on his plate. He’d already polished off one.
“No. I’m just letting it cool off. I prefer to be able to taste my food.” My own single slice of pepperoni pizza was still piping hot and therefore untouched in front of me.
Lucas held one of his hands over my food, gauging the temperature. “It should be cool enough.”As always, he was right. A moment before steam had been drifting off my plate, and now it was perfectly cooled: still warm enough to taste good, but nowhere near hot enough to burn my taste buds off. All thoughts of how wrong that was got pushed to the back of my mind—along with all other similar thoughts I’d been ignoring for the past forty-eight hours. That area of my mind was getting mighty crowded lately.
“Eat, Evie. You’re making me self-conscious.” Lucas’s voice pulled me back to the conversation. He was grinning around a big mouthful of his third slice.
“I really don’t think that’s possible. Besides, food clearly doesn’t affect your body the way it does a normal person.”
His jaw hung open. The way he was staring at me—well, I may as well have smacked him. “What do you mean?”
I blushed. Probably I should have kept that to myself. “Nothing. I just… well, look at you. I’ve watched you consume a gazillion calories over the last two days and you still look… well, the way you look.”
“I think there is a compliment in there somewhere.” A grin broke out on his face.
“Umm… yeah. I guess.” Man, that was embarrassing!
Lucas got up from his chair and settled himself next to me in the booth. “You don’t think I’m normal?” His whisper was low and husky, and his breath tickled against my ear.
“Are you?” Could he hear my heart? Could everyone in the building hear it? It was certainly beating loud enough.
“If I’m not normal, does that bother you? Would it matter? Would you still have agreed to come here with me?”
“Probably.” My voice was squeaking.
“Which one, Evie?” He lifted his hands to frame my face. His beautiful soft eyes bore into mine as though this was the most important conversation he’d ever had.
“Probably I would still have come to dinner with you.”
Relief flashed in his eyes—and something else, too. At the time I couldn’t recognize it for what it was: guilt. “I’m not sure you know what you’re saying, but I’ll take it anyway.”
He tasted like pizza. That was the first thought to register in my brain after his lips touched mine. It was also the last thought. The entire restaurant melted away. In a corner to our left a kid was screaming for more French fries. Two tables to our right a group of kids argued as they counted their pocket change on the tabletop. All around us arcade games buzzed and beeped while children cheered. I heard none of it.
I know what you’re thinking. And yes, we were in a family restaurant surrounded by children. But I swear it wasn’t like that; not on the outside anyway. His kiss was soft and sweet. His hands never left my face. The amazing, earth-shattering, life-defining
moment was happening on the inside. Something deep inside me snapped. Not snapped apart. God knows I’d been broken into enough pieces recently. It was more like snapping together. It felt like finding last piece of sky in a big jigsaw puzzle. I could feel him. Just like the day before, only times a thousand.
“Oh wow.” I grinned when we pulled away.
“Uh-oh,” he said at the very same moment.