When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor.
I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My favorites include Taylor Swift, Florence + the Machine, and SHINee. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction.
My first theft went a little like this...
I just wanted to steal one bag of chips. Instead, I end up stealing the heart of a handsome millionaire...
WORD COUNT: 4,100
Excerpt:
My pulse races. How do I get out of this? It's not like I can fight off the man. He is way taller than me and appears to be hiding a muscular body in his gray suit. And he is good-looking, which is completely irrelevant, but I'm not blind. Silky brown hair, intense violet eyes that could undress you with ease and you would like it, and a jawline that you could cut stone on. "Um…hey, what's that?" I point. Lame, I know, but it works in the movies.
Of course, he doesn't fall for it. "Do I look like an idiot?"
I give him my best puppy dog eyes. Maybe I can appeal to this rich guy's heart. If he has a heart. "I'm hungry."
He rolls his eyes. "Nice try. I own this store. Do you think I would be able to make a living if I let every hobo take free food from me?"
"I don't know, but it'd make you a really nice person."
His eyes are cold. "I'd rather be rich, thanks."
My voice is small. "Please, I need to eat."
"I should drag you to the police station."
Does this guy not have a soul? Well, I guess you have to be soulless if you're charging people 7 dollars for a bag of chips. "Um…" Panicking and desperate, I pull him in for a kiss. He freezes instead of pushing me away. When he starts kissing me back and tries to wrap his arms around me, I jump away from him and run as fast as I can.
Título : My First Theft Went a Little Like This
EAN : 9781393865445
Editorial : Isla Chiu
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