Synopsis:
There are those who don’t get luck handed
to them on a shiny platter, who end up in the wrong place at the wrong time, who
don’t get saved.
Luck was not on Callie’s side the day of
her twelfth birthday when everything was stolen from her. After it’s all over,
she locks up her feelings and vows never to tell anyone what happened. Six years
later her painful past consumes her life and most days it’s a struggle just to
breathe.
For as long as Kayden can remember,
suffering in silence was the only way to survive life. As long as he did what he
was told, everything was okay. One night, after making a terrible mistake, it
seems like his life might be over. Luck was on his side, though, when Callie
coincidentally is in the right place at the right time and saves
him.
Now he can’t stop thinking about the girl
he saw at school, but never really knew. When he ends up at the same college as
Callie, he does everything he can to try to get to know her. But Callie is
reserved and closed off. The more he tries to be part of her life, the more he
realizes Callie might need to be saved.
(New Adult Contemporary)*Mature Content**
Recommended for ages 17+ due to sexual situations and language.
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HERE IT IS!! Ahggg, I love this cover!
Ready for a teaser??
Hesitantly, I push open the door and poke my head into the
dimly lit room. “Hello.”
Kayden walks out from the back room without a shirt on and a
towel pressed up to his face. “Hey, did you get the stuff?”
I slip into the room and shut the door the door behind me. I
hold out the first aid kit and icepack to him, with my head turned toward the
door to avoid looking at him. His bare chest, and the way his jeans ride low on
his hips smothers me with uneasiness.
“I don’t bite, Callie.” His tone is light as he takes the kit
and pack. “You don’t have to stare at the wall.”
I compel my eyes to look at him and it’s hard not to look at
the scars that crisscross along his stomach and chest. The vertical lines that
run down his forearms are the most disturbing, thick and jagged as if someone
took a razor to his skin. I wish I could run my fingers along each one and
erase it away, removing the pain and memories that hold with it. It hurts to
look at it and I lift my gaze to his meet eyes.
He quickly lowers the towel to cover himself up and confusion
gleams from his good eye. He presses the pack to his swollen and balances the
kit down on the edge of the pool table, his fingers quivering as he pulls his
hand back, each knuckle is scraped raw to bone. “Can you get the gauze out of
that for me. My hand’s a little sore.”
My fingers fumble to open the kit, my fingernail catching on
the edge, and it splits open. Blood pools out as I open the lid and I retrieve
the gauze. “You might need stiches on that cut below the eye. It looks
bad.”
He dabs at the cut with the towel, wincing from the pain.
“It’ll be fine. I just need to clean it up and get it
covered.”
The steaming hot water runs down my body, scorching my
skin with red makes and blisters. I just want to feel clean again. I blink
and take the damp towel from him, careful not to let our fingers touch. I
examine the open wound, so deep the muscle and tissue is
showing.
“You really need stiches,” I tell him. “Or you’re going to
have a scar.”
The corners of his lips tug up into a sad smile. “I can
handle scars, especially one’s on the outside.”
I understand his meaning from the depths of my heart.
AHHGGG!!!! I CAN'T WAIT!!!
http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16113791-the-coincidence-of-callie-and-kayden
Gwah-jous! Planning on reading the first in December :)
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