Resisting Fate
Heather Van Fleet
"I don't usually read werewolf stories, and I liked this one a lot!"
Synopsis:
Seventeen-year-old Emmy O’Connell is the
epitome of a hot mess.
Her boyfriend’s been shipped out of town to some
boarding school four states away. Her step douche is constantly drunk and
badgering her. And then there’s her good-ole-mom… The lady is nothing more than
a miserable shell of a woman. She’s turned off all of her feelings and her
ability to be a good mother as well, leaving poor Emmy and her four year old
brother Jamie to suffer. Life couldn’t get much worse, right?
Enter the elusive, cocky, and oh-so-broody
Jack Hartman…
The jerk cousin of her boyfriend becomes Emmy’s
worst nightmare…times ten. He’s cruel. He’s insensitive. But he also has this
strange little ability over her – he makes her weak in the knees with the
single touch of his hand. But no matter how miserable or amazing Jack makes her
feel, Emmy can’t seem to deny him, especially when he takes on the role of her
protector –her pseudo-knight in a black leather coat. A knight who also just so
happens to ride in on his black Harley, instead of a white horse…
And to make a bad situation worse…
Werewolves and teens shouldn’t mix! But what can
Emmy do when she finds herself thrown head first into the center of it all? Can
she handle the supernatural mess her life rapidly becomes or will she fight
against the inevitable fate her heart desires?
About
the author:
Heather Van Fleet currently reside in northern Illinois, with her three
little ladies, and fabulous hubby, and high school sweetheart, Chris. She’s a
stay at home mom by day, and an avid and completely obsessive writer and reader
by night.
She’s always had a soft spot in her heart for books,
and has been creating her own little stories since the age of seven. But she
never really had the confidence or the time to actually sit down and really do
something about it until her youngest daughter Isabella was born just two years
ago. Bella, as well as her older sisters Kelsey and Emma, are and always will
be her greatest inspirations.
Excerpt:
“That
smart mouth doesn’t sit well with me,” he licked his lips. His eyes never
wavered from mine.
I nibbled on my lower lip, just as a small smile graced the edges of my mouth.
Oh yeah, my bravado was about ready to kick some ass. I think I kind of liked
being a smart ass.
“What are you going to do about it Jack?” I inhaled a breath, taking in his
warm, delicious scent. My throat went even drier than before. I practically
stared holes into his face as I studied every tiny mark, every single scar on
his perfectly flawed skin. He was gorgeous, with a little scar here, a little white
patch there. His hotness could have left me breathless for days if I kept up my
perusal any longer.
And then I blinked, Christ. I knew exactly what had to be done. I had to kiss
him. I had to get this itch scratched and then I had to move on. His eyes
darkened, his breath was warm and heavy over my face, and he licked his lips. I
blinked. Holy-balls… He wanted to kiss me too.
That ever-present electricity running between us wouldn’t stop. If anything, it
only increased our pull. I moved in; his lips touching my lips was all I
wanted. I needed to feel again, feel it all with a boy who hated me, but
apparently wanted to kiss me as badly.
Dryness on dryness soon changed to warmth on warmth, and when I pressed my
mouth fully to his, his hands left my neck, and went to my waist. His
fingernails dug into my sides and the son of a bitch pushed me away from him.
So there I was, my head tilted to the side, ready, willing, and able to do
whatever the hell this moment led us too, and all he could do was chuckle. Yes.
Chuckle.
He was the biggest rat bastard.
Ever.
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