I’m super excited to bring you the paperback Launch Day Blitz for Best Kind of Broken by the lovely Chelsea Fine. This story was a top fave read for me last year and a definite must read. You will fall in love with Pixie and Levi.
Don’t forget to enter the GIVEAWAY link at the bottom of the post for a chance to win one of five signed copies, also go to my review link for another GIVEAWAY
Best Kind of Broken synopsis:
Levi can’t believe he’s living with the one person who holds all his painful memories. More than anything he wants to make things right, but a simple “sorry” won’t suffice-not when the tragedy that scarred them was his fault. Levi knows Pixie’s better off without him, but every part of him screams to touch her, protect her, wrap her in his arms, and kiss away the pain. Yet even though she’s so close, Pixie’s heart seems more unreachable than ever. Seeing those stunning green eyes again has made one thing perfectly clear-he can’t live without her.
I wait until I hear the TV click on in Levi’s room before I start plugging everything I own into the wall.
We argued today. We avoided each other. And aside from the weird look we exchanged in the hallway this morning and our little spat in front of Zack, everything is back to normal.
Which means I owe Levi for the cold shower I had to take.
I turn everything on and the lights go out. I hear the TV die in the next room and crawl onto my bed with a smile.
“Pixie!” Levi’s irritated voice rings through the walls and I’m feeling happier than a mature person should.
I hear stomping, and then he opens my bedroom door. Just opens it. Like he has the right to just waltz into my room. I could be naked in here; he doesn’t know.
“You’re going out to the fuse box this time.” He steps inside, and now he’s standing just a few feet away, pointing his finger at me.
I’m on the bed, trying to look casual, like lying in the dark playing games on my phone is perfectly normal. The only light in the room is coming from the glow of my phone and the half-moon outside, so we both look blue and soft. And in the blue softness, I see he’s shirtless.
I see Levi without a shirt on almost every morning, but I’ve never seen him half-naked in the dark, and something about it makes my body feel electric.
“Not going to happen,” I say.
He steps closer. “Well, I sure as hell am not marching outside to turn the power back on.”
I shrug. “Fine with me. I don’t need electricity tonight. I can watch TV on my fully charged phone.” I wiggle said phone at him.
He sighs. “You don’t understand. I was looking up the contact information for an alarm company I found so I can call and schedule the installation tomorrow. I need the Internet, Pix.”
“Then use your phone.”
“My phone is dead.”
The boy never charges anything. He almost makes the whole fuse-blowing thing too easy.
“Well, that’s too bad. I guess you’re going to have to turn the electricity back on after all.” I pretend to be very interested in my game.
“Let me use your phone. Just for a minute.”
“Come on. It’s for Ellen.” He implores me with a pouty face I’ve seen him use on his mom a dozen times.
I scoff. “Please.”
“Dammit, Pixie.” The pout is gone.
“Maybe tomorrow you’ll remember to charge your own phone. Or hey, better yet, maybe you’ll let me have a hot shower.” I make a big production of pressing random buttons on my phone.
He slumps his shoulders like he’s accepting defeat, then whips out his arm
and tries to swipe the phone from my hands. Sneaky bastard.
I pull my phone back and kick at him with my foot, but he grabs my ankle—because I’m not exactly a ninja with my kicking skills—and then we both freeze.
Because now I’m leaning back on the bed with my legs spread apart, and he’s got one hand on my ankle and the other on the bed next to my hip where he was reaching for my phone, and his body is in between my legs, which are completely bare except for the tiny gym shorts I have on, and my right arm is raised over my head with my cell phone still out of his reach, but my back is arched and my shirt has come up so my stomach is completely exposed and I’m hot all over.
Hot. Heat. Everywhere.
I mean, really. We look like we’re in the middle of having sex, but with clothes on. My body knows this. His body knows this. And our bodies are really, really happy about this.
He’s looking at me with nothing in his eyes except want. And I like it. No, I love it.
This must show on my face because his hand—still wrapped around my ankle—moves up my leg an inch, and he watches my reaction.
I try not to react because, hell, he can’t win. He can’t just be asshole Levi all day long and then climb into my bed at night and touch me wherever he pleases.
Ugh. Yes he can.
I part my lips and he slowly, slowly slides his warm hand up my calf and, holy hell, I could orgasm right here. I might, actually.
He’s touching my calf and I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
His hand shifts again, and the only thought in my head is, Go higher, go higher.
Please, dear God, go higher.
We’d like to welcome Chelsea fine to the Breakfast Blog. First congrats on the paperback release of Best Kind of Broken and second, are you sure you’re not a model? Look at this picture, you are so beautiful! I think you should serve as a cover model for your next novel 😉
1. I adore Pixie’s quirky personality, was her character inspired by someone in real life?
Haha. She’s kind of modeled after my friend, Samantha. Sam is smart and silly, and sometimes rambles when she’s excited or nervous. And she’s so funny! Samantha totally cracks me up. She was a perfect inspiration for Pixie.
2. Most of the characters in Best Kind of Broken are awesome, one of which is Zack Arden. Will you be writing a story about him in the future?
I certainly hope so! I loved writing Zack’s character. He was so easy to slip into. He’s silly, fun, and charming. I feel like I’m friends with him in real life, you know? Haha. I’d love to write a story about him falling in love with Amber (who’s a minor character in book two, Perfect Kind Of Trouble). I think they’d make a fun couple. I just need to get some serious typing done this year so I can whip up their story. Fingers crossed! 😉
3. “So yeah. I’m broken. I have sexual ADD or something.” Where do you come up with all the humorous banter, does it come naturally to you? I absolutely loved it, I kept giggling like an infatuated teenager, several times laughing out loud, which made the people around me give me -you’re a weirdo-looks.
Um…is it weird if I say YES? Haha. Apparently, awkward and bizarre humor is a natural instinct of mine. Who knew? Oh, wait. I DID. Why? Because most of the crazy things Pixie says in the book are things I’ve actually said, out loud, in real life. Which makes ME the weird-o. Not you. Haha. I’m so nerdy in person. I’m like this hyper, chatty, squirrel with a short attention span. I say crazy things and then I make my characters say them later on. Really, my books are more like embellished chronicles of my daily life. #truestory
4. What was your favorite scene to write in Best Kind of Broken?
My favorite dramatic scene to write was the one where Pixie and Levi are lying in the lavender field at night, staring at the stars because they’re remembering something sad. BUT…my favorite light-hearted scene to write (since we’ve already established that I’m nerdy with my humor) was the one where Pixie is making out with Matt but keeps getting distracted. Here’s an excerpt:
Before I know it, our shirts are gone and his hand moves down my rib cage as he settles on top of me, trailing kisses along my neck. I stare down his broad back and frown. I should probably do something here, like sink my nails into his shoulder blades or grab his butt or something.
I slowly flatten my palms against his back in a symmetrical way and try to relax my arms. Why is he always so warm? And why the frack is he still sucking on my neck?
He just ate popcorn and now he’s tonguing my throat and leaving a trail of buttery germs in his wake. And I swear to God his scruffy jaw is going to rub my skin raw.
The butter germs start to spread lower as my eyes wander back to his desk. There’s not even a pen out of place. Left-brained artists are so weird. Should I have my eyes closed? Why is he breathing so hard?
Focus, Pixie. Focus.
Is that a piece of gum on his ceiling?
My eyes flutter a bit as his hand glides over my thigh and up between my legs. My skirt has ridden up so I’m pretty much just lying here in my panties, holding on to his overly warm back as his jeans press against the inside of my legs.
He brings his popcorn tongue up to my mouth and kisses me deeply. I force my eyes shut and try to concentrate on kissing him back as the scruff on his jaw scratches against my face like a bristle brush. I just know my face is going to be all red after this. Maybe I’ll buy him a new razor. But not an electric one. Those aren’t always reliable.
Who invented electric razors? What guy was shaving his face one day and thought, You know what this flat knife against my throat needs? A battery. Perhaps I should invent a razor with a cord—
He yanks back from me and sits up on his knees with a frustrated exhale.
“What?” I sit up and cover my boobs. “What’s wrong?”
I notice his hair looks perfectly styled, not a single blond strand out of place. Aren’t people supposed to have messed-up hair after sex—or almost sex? That’s probably my fault. Shoot. I need to remember to mess up his hair.
He runs a hand over his mouth. “Maybe I should ask you.”
“Uh…” I glance at his spotless desk again.
“You’re not into this.”
“Yes I am,” I say quickly. Too quickly. “Sex. Let’s do this.” I roll my hips in an embarrassingly unflattering way and clap my hands together like I’m breaking up a
football huddle. Go team, go!
Haha. I loved writing that scene because I’ve thought those very same things while making out. I’d be kissing a guy, but couldn’t seem to keep my thoughts from wandering to the most ridiculous things. But that’s me. The ADD squirrel.
5. The day Pixie and Levi kissed in the shed, what would have happened if the accident hadn’t occurred, what was Levi’s next move?
Oooh, this is a fun question! I think Levi would have tentatively tried to move things forward with Pixie, but I don’t think they would have immediately jumped into a serious relationship. I think they would have explored their new attraction to each other for a few dates before realizing that, you know, they were crazy in love with one another.
Well now I just want to be best friends with you Chelsea ♥. Thank you for answering our questions and for creating such an unforgettable story.