Drunk Dial by Penelope Ward


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From New York Times bestselling author Penelope Ward, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.

It seemed like a good idea at the time. Look up Landon Roderick, that boy from childhood whom I’d never been able to forget—even though he so easily forgot about me—and call him.

Then again, anything sounds like a good idea when you’ve had a little too much wine before bed, right? It was supposed to be just a quick, meaningless, prank call. Instead, I went off on him—unloading thirteen years of pent-up emotions.

I didn’t think he’d call me back.

I certainly could never have anticipated the weeks of sexually tense phone conversations that followed as I got to know the man he’d become.

Turned out, Landon had never really forgotten me, either. That special connection we had was still there. I opened up to him, but there were also things about me he didn’t know. And he had his own secrets.

Over the countless hours we talked on the phone, I wondered what would happen if we actually saw each other. One night, I did something impulsive again. Only this time, I went to the airport and booked a ticket to California. We were about to find out if one phone call could bring two lost souls together or if my drunk dial really was all just a big mistake.

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Josephine Clark is trapped. A harrowing past haunts her every time she looks in the mirror, and she can’t escape the violence of her everyday life. More and more, her thoughts turn to Evan Salinger, the boy she knew in high school. The boy they called a mental case. A loner. A freak. The boy who seemed to know things no one could know. For a few short weeks, Jo had found perfect solace in Evan’s company, sneaking every night to meet him at the local pool. In the cool of the water and the warmth of Evan’s arms around her, Jo had tasted something close to happiness.
Cruel circumstances tore them apart, and four years later, the sweet memory of their time together is dissolving under the punishing reality of Jo’s life now. Evan seems like a fading dream…until he reappears at the moment she needs him most. Guided by Evan’s strange intuition, they flee her small Louisiana town, running from police and criminals alike, and Jo begins to suspect there is something more to his sudden return than he admits.

Over twelve days across America’s heartland, deep secrets come to light, buried pasts are unearthed, and the line between dreams and reality is blurred as Evan and Jo fight to hold on to their soul-deep love, and discover that there is more than one way to save a life.



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5 Coffee Cups Review of LUX by Courtney Cole

Title: Lux 

Series: The Nocte Trilogy #3

Author:  Courtney Cole

Genre:  NA, Romance, Mystery 



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My name is Calla Price and I’m broken.

My pieces are all around me, floating on the wind, even as I desperately try to grasp them.

Who is dead? Alive? Insane?

What is the truth?

I don’t know.

I do know this: The darkness is strangling me. With every breath, I choke on another lie.

My mind has protected me, but that shield will soon be lowered.

All will be revealed.
Every answer to every question.

It’s all been leading to this.

Don’t be afraid.
Be terrified.


My Thoughts:

I’ve been sitting on this review for days, not having the slightest clue as to how to properly put what I read into words. Let me start by saying that from the very beginning, we all knew that the Nocte Trilogy wasn’t your everyday-run of the mill-kind of story. It’s dark, it’s gritty and completely unorthodox; that’s what makes it such a fantastic series. I’ve read so many stories that nothing surprises me anymore, most plotlines are predictable and unoriginal. The Nocte trilogy however had me scratching my head and asking myself “what the hell did I just read” from beginning to end. Lux is a maze of twist and turns that bend reality and mystifies your mind. A refreshingly, unconventional story that will have you biting your nails and rocking on a corner somewhere.


The die has been cast, Has been cast, Has been cast. I feel it. The truth. It’s coming, And it’s dark,
And I won’t like it.

I devoured the first two books, and couldn’t wait to get my hands on Lux, I needed answers or I was gonna go crazy. Lux takes you so far down the rabbit hole that I suggest you take out your little, handy dandy notebook and start taking notes as you read along, just to make sure you remember all the details. There’s so much going on and so many aspects and retells of the story that at some points it’s difficult to keep track of everything and your sanity for that matter. You don’t know which way is up, down. Who’s good or bad. What’s real or not. Who’s dead or alive. It’s a carnival ride that makes your head spin but OMG, you love every minute of it! I’m such a masochist.  I have no idea how Courtney Cole kept her head on straight while writing this series, she’s either brilliant or mad; is funny how often those two cross. Nevertheless she’s done a freaktastic job with a unique story that truly stands aside from the bunch.

I don’t want to reveal specific details, all I can really say is that we do get the answers we’ve been impatiently waiting for, also the story is very open for interpretation and remember, the Beginning is the End. Okay that’s all I’m saying, good luck and if you need emotional support after you finish reading Lux, there’s a Nocte Support Group on Facebook.



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Courtney Cole

Courtney Cole is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling novelist who would eat mythology for breakfast if she could.

She has a degree in Business, but has since discovered that corporate America is not nearly as fun to live in as fictional worlds.

Courtney was born and raised in rural Kansas, but has since migrated south. She now lives in Florida and writes beneath palm trees.

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Rip Currents by Jill Sanders Book Blast- With Giveaway

Available, July 14th, Rip Current from Jill Sanders!
Rip Current is a contemporary romance and the third book in the Grayton Series. Find out more about this sexy and sweet story, and enter to win your own copy, below!

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Cole is used to fame and has had his fill of women who fall at his feet, but the one woman he desires the most shows nothing but disdain for him and his reckless ways.

Wendy can’t stand Cole, at least in her head. Her body and heart, on the other hand, desire him beyond anything else.

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 Born as an identical twin into a large family, she was raised in the Pacific Northwest, later relocating to Colorado for college and a successful IT career before discovering her talent as a writer. She now makes her home on the beautiful emerald coast in Florida where she enjoys the beach, hiking, swimming, wine-tasting, and of course writing.

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SCORCHED Synopsis:

Sometimes life leaves a mark…

Most days, Andrea doesn’t know whether she wants to kiss Tanner or punch him in the gut. He is seriously hot, with legit bedroom eyes and that firefighter body of his, but he’s a major player, and they can’t get along for more than a handful of minutes. Until now.

Tanner knows he and Andrea have had an epic love/hate relationship for as long as he can remember, but he wants more love than hate from her. He wants her. Now. Tomorrow. But the more he gets to know her, the more it becomes obvious that Andrea has a problem. She’s teetering on the edge and every time he tries to catch her, she slips through his fingers.

Andrea’s life is spiraling out of control, and it doesn’t matter that Tanner wants to save her, because when everything falls apart and she’s speeding toward rock bottom, only she can save herself.

Sometimes life makes you work for that happily ever after…



Aw, shit.

I watched Andrea walk into the living room, the normal twitch of her hips absent. No one swayed ass like Andrea, and seeing it gone from her step was answer enough. Our normal whatever-the-fuck-it-was between us had gone further than I intended. No doubt what I’d said had cut her, but shit, it was no different than any other day.

My hand tightened on the neck of the bottle. For the life of me, I had no idea what the hell Andrea Walters’s problem was. Honestly. No fucking clue. One minute, sweet and sugary words parted those pouty pink lips of hers. Next second, she was a fire-breathing dragon from hell—a hot, fire-breathing dragon, but still. Her moods flipped more quickly than cups did during a game of flip cup.

Maybe it was because she was a redhead?

I smirked.

She’d always been this way with me, and the most fucked-up think about it, there was a part of me that actually looked forward to whatever was going to come out of her mouth. Twisted as fuck. It was like a game between us, to see who could hit the hardest without lifting a finger. If nothing else, it was damn entertaining—or at least, it had been until now. Now, I wasn’t too sure about it.

Those pretty doe eyes of hers had looked suspiciously damp right before she’d looked away, and yeah…that didn’t sit right with me.

Kyler shot me a look as he walked past me and grabbed a beer out of the fridge, but I watched Andrea sit on the edge of the couch, her posture unnaturally rigid.

Sydney leaned against the arm. “We’re thinking about leaving early in the morning, around six.”

My gaze flicked to Andrea, expecting her to make some kind of crack about not getting up that early, but she was abnormally quiet. My spine stiffened.

“That should put us at the cabin between nine and ten in the morning, depending on traffic.” Kyler stood beside me as he screwed off the cap. “Then we’ll be heading back the following Monday.”

“Sounds good to me.” I didn’t take my eyes off Andrea as she fiddled with a strap on her sandals, slipping them onto her feet.

Sydney glanced at me, smiling softly. “You’re definitely off from the fire department?”

I nodded. Kyler had mentioned weeks ago about wanting to hit up the cabin before everyone headed back to class, and I’d requested the time off then. Which had meant I’d pulled a lot of doubles, but I hadn’t minded it. Wasn’t too different from the twelve-hour shifts we worked in the first place, and I’d only be there until February of next year, and then I was off to the academy. Not that I was in any hurry to leave the fire department, but being a cop was in my blood. Except I wanted to be a good cop. I’d probably still volunteer at the fire hall once I knew what kind of schedule I was looking at on the force.

“It makes sense if we drive up together.” Sydney toyed with a strand of her hair. “Kyler and I can pick you two up.”

Andrea had twisted toward Sydney and started to protest the whole idea of taking one car. I zoned out, staring at her as the bottle of beer dangled from the tips of my fingers.

Damn…she was a cute girl. Nah, she was more than cute, and it wasn’t like this was the first time I’d noticed that. From the first time I’d seen her at the bar with Sydney, she’d done more than just poke my interest. Hell, anyone with eyes knew she was a very pretty girl. Lush lips. Freckled cheeks and thick, dark eyelashes. Come to think of it, she reminded me of a girl I’d had a crush on in middle school. Hell, couldn’t remember that chick’s name, but she’d had freckles and red hair. I think I used to pull on her braids or some annoying shit like that. My lips tipped up in a small grin as I lifted the bottle to my mouth. Andrea was a motherfucking firecracker, though, not the kind of girl who was easily tamed.

Hell, not the kind of girl you even wanted to tame.


Praise for SCORCHED:

“Armentrout’s latest new adult offering tackles substance abuse and mental illness — and, thankfully, the love of a good man is not going to be what heals this heroine.” – RT Book Reviews

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# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.

Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV.

She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.


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Perfect Kind of Trouble Review and Giveaway

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Title:Perfect Kind of Trouble 

Series: Finding Fate #2

Author:  Chelsea Fine

Genre:  New Adult, Romance


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Sometimes when perfect falls apart, a little trouble fixes everything . . .

Twenty-one-year-old Kayla Turner has lost everything. After spending most of her life taking care of her ailing mother, she just wants to spot a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel. So when her late father-a man she barely knew-leaves her an inheritance, she finally breathes a sigh of relief . . . until she learns the inheritance comes with strings. Strings in the form of handsome playboy Daren Ackwood, her father’s protégé. To see any of her inheritance, she’s forced to team up with him. From his expensive car to those sexy dimples, Kayla’s seen his type before. But Daren isn’t who he seems to be…

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TGIF FICTION: Reckless Disaster

Hey lovelies, so I wanted to share a new Fanfic with you guys. I’ve had it for a while but recently edit it into a Beautiful Disaster story, which is one of my favorite books.

The story was originally inspired by the song Counting Stars by One Republic, every time I hear it the whole story appears in my head and I start smiling like a fool. 😉

I’m still very much working on Modeling Me. This is just something I wanted to share, let me know what you guys think.

Happy Readings.



James Daren Maddox is Eastern’s own daredevil and prove that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. There isn’t a challenge too great for him and an adrenaline rush makes him feel alive the way nothing else can, not after tragedy robbed him of something precious. That is until he meets fellow college student and easily unimpressed Emmeline Hart. History has a way of repeating itself.


Chapter 1

Deadly Encounter

“Oh my god, oh my god, please don’t be dead, please don’t be dead.”

I rushed to the body laying in front of my car, peeling an eye towards my hood, it was dented. Part of my mind cursed at the sight of it but it was a minor part, the most pressing issue was the motionless person I just hit.

With my heart racing against my rib cage i knelt by the man on the cold concrete floor and turned his head to face up. He was young maybe a few years older than me and fairly good looking I acknowledged. Wait there was something familiar. I examined his features closer, the brown shortly cropped hair, define jawline cut with perfection and sporting the slightest amount of stubble, sculpted cheekbones and of course those perfectly shaped lips that made half the girls at Eastern drown in their own drool every time he flashed his famous, cocky grin at them. Throw on top-I’m a bad-ass attitude with little regard for rules and tattooed arms-and oh yes I knew very well who he was, the dare devil himself James Daren Maddox. Everyone at school referred to him as Daren though.

Extremest/womanizer/egocentric/borderline narcissistic douche-bag. I’m pretty sure I could tag on a few more titles but I didn’t want karma to turn it’s vengeful eye on me.

My instincts as an aspiring nurse kicked in and right away I checked for his pulse, begging to all the gods and all the saints for this guy to be alive. I pressed my index finger to his throat and sure enough a strong pulse jumped out at me, I let out a repressed breath.

Next I turned his head slightly, examining him for injuries, there was no blood so that was a good sign no bumps that I could see. Nope everything in his body seemed to be in its proper place.

When I felt confident that he was no worse for the wear I sighted in relief, he probably just passed out from the impact.

As I let relief wash over me something else took its place, pure unadulterated anger. This guy was so freaking irresponsible, for heaven’s sake he wasn’t even wearing a helmet.

“Hey, hey! Come on wake up.”

I snapped my fingers inches from his face and shook his shoulders lightly, or as lightly as my anger allowed.

He didn’t stir.

I exhaled in frustration, it was freezing out and it had been a long day I wanted to get home do some homework, take a scorching hot shower and collapse in my bed.


This time I slapped him square across the face a few times. It was the best way to snap someone out of unconsciousness, or so I’d seen on tv. Besides I was realizing many scorn women fantasies here, I had to make it count.

“Wake up.”

Slowly he started to come to. I leaned over him snapping my fingers again, his eyes fluttered, revealing honey color irises, with a grey outer rim, yeah he did have beautiful eyes I was woman enough to admit that.

“Hum… is this heaven, am I dead?” His voice came out husky.

I huffed.

“Yeah, like you’d make it there.”

I retorted in my most sarcastic tone, rolling my eyes.


He mumbled, in a confused tone as he made an effort to sit, bringing his hand to the back of his head. He didn’t wince, instead he rubbed the muscles of his neck, which was probably sore from trauma.

Oh thank god, thats all i needed manslaughter on my record because some douche decided it would be fun to fling himself at incoming traffic.

“Take it easy, you’ve been out cold for a few minutes.”

I supplied, looking intently at him, making sure there weren’t any signs of a concussion. I had never been this close to him, actually we’ve never been closer than a cheetah racing against a turtle. His eyes were really something else, a color I’d never seen in real life, astonishing against the tan color of his skin and framed by thick eyebrows that seemed to be etched down in a permanent scowl, providing that aura of mystery and smolder he carried so well. He sort of reminded me of that dude from the Vampire Diaries but only in the eyes region. It was no wonder he could mesmerize the panties off most girls without requiring a brain, not an appealing quality in my book.

He took in his surroundings, turning his head from side to side, then setting his smoldering gaze on me.

“You hit me.”

He said in a raspy tone, still rubbing the back of his thick neck.

I narrowed my eyes but reigned in my temper.

“Well you wouldn’t wake up, I was afraid you had a concussion or something.”

“I meant you hit me with the car, but yeah thanks also for making sure i didn’t have a concussion that was very thoughtful of you.”

He answered in what I could only assume was sarcasm, with an undercurrent of amusement.

“Excuse me but I DID NOT hit you, you flung your motorcycle in front of my car in the middle of the road.” I gestured to the heap of metal that layed in the shadows by the bank of the road. My voice came out irritated against my best efforts to remain calm.

He chuckled, uncaring about his bike since he didn’t even bother looking at it.

“It’s not funny you could have killed yourself and worse i would have been held responsible.”

In one fluid motion he got to his feet, seeming perfectly fine for a guy that was out cold just a few minutes ago.

“So killing me wouldn’t be worse than going to jail?”

He mused.

I got to my feet as well, quickly smoothing the front of my jeans and removing the gravel from the road. I didn’t feel the cold anymore since my temper was beginning to get the better of me.

“Actually yes and it’s prison not jail. I would go to prison.”

He chuckled again, unconcerned by my irritation.

“Whatever you say angel.” He walked in aimless steps, I think more out of stretching out his legs.

“What did you just called me?”

I asked not sure I’d heard right.

He stretched his long body then, raising his arms over his head and causing his shirt to raise above his jeans, his abdomen was as taut as the ground we stood on. Then cracked his neck, like a cave man.


He repeated the pet name nonchalantly. I narrowed my eyes.

“Don’t call me things like that, you don’t even know me.”

He stepped closer, successfully invading my bubble without any concern for personal space and lowered his head to my level of five feet four inches. Of course he towered over me in comparison I was a shrimp. Then again, I was a shrimp compared to most people. Still I stood my ground, I wasn’t intimidated by all his muscles.

“So, what is your name then beautiful?”

He asked with that infamous, flirtatious half grin lifting a corner of his mouth. My glare should have probably burnt a hole in his skull.

“None of your business.” I spat.

“Well considering that you just hit me with your car the least you can do is tell me your name, don’t you think?”

“I DIDN’T..!”

I stopped mid sentence closing my eyes and inhaling deeply to regain patience. I could be diplomatic, and obviously with this guy I needed to be. He was like a child, I needed to use small words.

“Look, it was dark you kind of came out of no where, so i’m not the only one with blame here, what the hell were you thinking anyways?”

I replied, intending to sound cool and collected but by the end of my sentence my voice had gone up a whole octave.

“I was attempting a stunt and If I recall correctly there is a street-closed signed up ahead on the road, did you miss it?”

It didn’t sound like he was really asking, more like he was mocking me and entertaining himself at my expense.

Truth be told I had seen the sign, but it hadn’t been there earlier. I was tired and this was the fastest way back to campus, I figured it wouldn’t be a big deal to just go through anyways.

“You’re missing the point, you had no right to declare a street closed just so that you could fling yourself at incoming traffic for a stupid stunt that could have ended up killing you.”

He pulled back slightly to really stare at me. His strange eyes studied me with curiosity, that half grin still in place.

“I wasn’t in any danger, that was cake compare to what I’ve done.” He said Confidently, proving that his reckless reputation was indeed factual.

I let out a short laugh and crossed my arms defiantly.

“Really? cause it sure didnt seem that way five minutes ago, when you were a pile of flesh at the foot of my car.”

I threw back, my lips thinning.

His grin widen revealing a dimple on his left cheek.

“You know you are the first person I’ve met who isn’t just a little repentant about hitting someone with their car, I should be insulted.”

He was clearly teasing me, making it very hard to be humble about the situation. This guy infuriated me, he was so cocky and arrogant that I just couldn’t muster the remorse i knew i should feel.

“You are obviously fine, my car on the other hand isn’t,” I quipped, gesturing with my hand behind him to my poor dented vehicle. He followed my action, glancing at my car briefly before returning his eyes back to me.

“and is going to cost a lot of money to repair the damages, all because “The Daredevil” decided it would be a nice trick to throw himself off a cliff.”

He seemed surprised for a second, eyebrows hitting his hairline.

“You know who i am?”

He asked, but it just sounded presumptuous, like he wasn’t really surprised about his fame.

I rolled my eyes, and pushed my wind blown hair out of my face, his eyes followed my movements. I tucked the unruly curls into my white hoody.

“We go to the same school.” I answered in a bored tone.

“I’m surprised, I would remember someone like you.”

He let his voice go smooth and suggestive. I had to fight the urge to roll my eyes again.

“Yeah well, I’m surprise you remember anything other than your own reflection in the mirror.”

I snapped back.

He just laughed unaffected by my sharp tongue, the deep sound of it vibrating through the silent night.

“Seems like am at a disadvantage, you know who i’m but i know nothing about you, other than the fact that we go to the same school, and you like to reprimand your victims with that sharp tongue. How about that name?”

He flashed his famous smile, the kind of smile i’m sure worked wonders on any female with working ovaries.

Don’t get me wrong mine worked just fine, but not for douche bags like him.

I snorted.


I slurred and walked past him and over to my car to examine the damage.

“Have I offended you in some way?”

It was worse than i thought, the bumper was almost coming off and there was a large dent in the center of the hood. How Mr. fantastic could still walk around after he did this to my car baffled me.

“Did i sleep with your best friend or your sister or something?”

“What?” That snapped my attention.

He walked over to my car and leaned against it casually crossing his arms and ankles, in a very relaxed manner.

“I know I haven’t slept with you, have I?”


He smiled at my quick and loud response.

“It was a joke.”

I remained serious, my eyes in a constant glare that was sure to give me premature wrinkles.

“I thought maybe someone closed to you trashed talked me, it’s happened before.” He shrugged a hunch shoulder.

“No.” I said again firmly, irritation peaking.

He pushed from the car and walked around it, sliding his hand along the bent metal.

“Good to know, that would have been a real shame.”

I crossed my arms, what was that supposed to mean?

“So what is it then, what did i do, cause you obviously can’t stand me.” Well at least he wasn’t totally thick.

“Oh, you can tell? and i was trying so hard to hide it.” I answered pressing a hand to my heart with mock sarcasm.

He chuckled, not offended simply entertained. Nothing fazed his self-importance.

“So what is it?”

He insisted. Walking slowly to the other side of the car, where I stood. His swagger was well practiced, perfected to add to his appeal no doubt. His large tattooed biceps flexed with the sway of his body. He wasn’t wearing a coat, even in this cold November weather he’d rather risk sickness for looks. The black T-shirt he wore fit tightly around his shoulders and chest, hanging loosely at the hips. He had undeniable male bravado with all those well defined muscles and smoldering eyes, plus that aura of sexuality that was hard to ignore. I wasn’t ignorant to it, but not impressed either. I’d been around his type too many times while living with my mother and I would never succumb to it.

“It’s really not that difficult, I just don’t like your type.”

He sat at the edge of my hood inches from me, letting his long legs sprawl open while his twined fingers rested on his lap.

He raised his thick eyebrows in question.

“My type? Do you swing for the other team or something?” Of course he would jump to that conclusion.

“God, NO! You are so full of it, just because I don’t want to jump your bones doesn’t mean I’m gay.”

I said loudly, throwing my hands in the air.

“It doesn’t ha? so what’s your deal angel, are you just irritable after hitting someone with your car then? I know a few tricks that can help with that.” He winked, continuing his baiting which proved to make me all the angrier.

“See that is exactly what I’m talking about, you are so cocky! You think the world and everyone in it revolves around you. You treat women as sexual conquests, that can be easily replaced and forgotten, like you’re god’s gift to women. Plus I’m pretty sure you have a death wish. That is why i don’t like “your type”, your reckless behavior lowers the standards of men everywhere.

I finished feeling like i had just exploded inside.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds but there was a glint of amusement in his grayish eyes as he studied me and something else I couldn’t decipher.

“You are a little firecracker aren’t you, maybe angel is not an accurate a name for you after all.”

Clearly my words didn’t affect him. I didn’t expect them to, it was just word vomit brought on by his insufferable ego. People like Daren Maddox lived in a bubble, there was no reasoning with them.

“Whatever, listen can we just exchange insurance information, I need to get home and you are clearly more than fine. Try to stay up for at least a few hours, I’m sure that won’t be difficult for you.” I sneered.

Before he had a chance to say anything, large beam lights flashed in our direction with a halloring of voices.

Oh great it was his groupies, before long about 6 vehicles surrounded us, with loud booming music invading the silent night. Guys and girls poured out of the cars, some i recognized from school and others i had never seen before in my life.

They all came rushing and screaming in loud cheers towards Daren.

“Yo Maddox you are a mad man, that was insane!”

Jessie’s booming voice made me flinch as he exited his big tundra, he was one of the jocks at the university, his voice thundered over the music.

Daren faced the oncoming crowd, raising his arms in victory.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head in contempt, such a prima donna.

The group was big, altogether there were at least 30 people. How they all managed to fit in 6 cars was beyond me.

Most of the girls wore small shorts and skirts that left very little to the imagination. In this fall weather I was surprised they still had limbs, I was freezing my butt off. It must be at least 50 degrees and the wind wasn’t helping things. I’m originally from Florida so anything below 60 degrees equals freezing temperatures for me, still their clothing wasn’t exactly deemed appropriate even in Florida weather and if i was caught in those sky high stilettos, I would most likely break my neck before I took my first step.

As they all came tumbling and hollering towards us, I became lost in the sea of the wild monkeys that had nothing better to do than follow a hot head around.

I was pushed and shoved back until i couldn’t even see Daren anymore and he was a tall guy. I might as well be invisible, it would probably be less bothersome, at least to my physical health, since I was pretty sure I would have bruises tomorrow from all the shoving.

Although some of the girls were giving me the stink eye as they passed by, squealing like hyenas for Daren’s attention. Perhaps I wasn’t as invisible as I thought, the pack studied me with a mixture of curiosity and distaste, probably wondering what a little lamb like me could possibly be doing around their lion.

I raised my eyebrows with amusement, if there was one female they didn’t have to worry about chasing after their platonic love, it was me.

I didn’t get a chance to get Daren’s insurance information and by the looks of it, that would be an impossible feat. I couldn’t even see him anymore. I exhaled in defeat, guess i was going to have to deal with the car on my own.

I headed to my car and prayed that it would at least turn on. I thanked the heavens when it did, the old Chevy still held it’s muscle. I swerved away from the crowd, avoiding tumbling bodies and headed to my apartment without looking back.