Adrenaline
by Sunniva Dee
Publication date: April 30th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Publication date: April 30th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance
CAMERON
Life’s the shit!
Chicks squeal over how wild and yummy I am, play their silly games trying to tie me down. But I’m free as a bird, doing what makes life life: kicking extreme-sport-ass!
Chicks squeal over how wild and yummy I am, play their silly games trying to tie me down. But I’m free as a bird, doing what makes life life: kicking extreme-sport-ass!
I base jump, snowboard, bungee jump.
I do anything for the rush.
Then, Ingela blows
into town for college—a cool Swedish blast of trouble. Foulmouthed and
runway-gorgeous, the girl seeps in like poison and melts the freaking brain.
To Ingela I am what chicks were to
me: pastime, leisure, entertainment, pleasure. She’s killing me, and I’m
digging it. There’s a new rush in town! Yeah, I hunt
down my highs, and now the chase is on. I’ll catch her soon enough, just, what’s
the deal with her ex?
BO
With Ingela, sex is a dance. A slow tango where skin flows over skin. It is slick readiness, a quiet welcome. It’s smooth, warm, right, and all wrong.
With Ingela, sex is a dance. A slow tango where skin flows over skin. It is slick readiness, a quiet welcome. It’s smooth, warm, right, and all wrong.
On and off. On and off. Again, she’s
wrecked with grief. It’s a reminder of how I destroy her, how
crushed relationships shouldn’t be revived.
We’ve done this for years, now, but
clearly we’re in for more.
Troy
or Roy is the last one to get off his barstool. Dude’s been on his ass the
entire night. It’s three a.m., I’ve grabbed a broom, and I’m sweeping beneath
his chair.
“Ingela…”
he slurs out, blinking slowly. “You know I like you, right? You must’ve
noticed.”
“Uh-huh—you
need a cab, honey?” I inquire.
“Naw,
I was thinking… do you want to, um, go on a date with me?” He’s so drunk I
don’t think he had to work up the courage to ask. Unless you count the months
he’s been sitting on that stool without broaching the subject.
“Nope,
I don’t,” I say and pat his cheek.
He
instantly turns whiny. “Whyyy?” He drags the word out like Lyric does. “You’re
such a hottie and shit.”
I
try to lift one of his stool legs high enough to pull out the wadded-up napkin
stuck underneath it. “Whatevs, and you need to go home. We’re closed.”
“Oh
yeah, but you’ll be open again tomorrow anyway. Or hey, today,” the smartass
says. Stupid me buys into the conversation.
“I’m
off to bed, dude. We all have to sleep at some point.”
As
I stand, he snatches my hand in a drunken plea. “Oh, Inga—pretty Inga—say ‘yes’
to a date? You’re my… uh. Number ten.”
Whatever
that means. “Nope, don’t want to,” I tell him. “Go home or I’m calling Jason to
butt you out of here. See ya later, buddy.”
He
whimpers and stands. Wobbles. Then, he narrows his eyes at me. “You Swedes are
different, huh? Okay, how about no date, just—I’ll take you straight to bed?”
From
his expression, he thinks he’s onto something. Sure, I could be in that mood.
Tonight, for instance, as tired as I am, I still don’t feel like going home
alone. I’d love to wake up with company—only the concept doesn’t involve overly
drunk guys I’ve never felt an inkling of attraction to.
I
jump when a strong hand curls around my upper arm. “Troy,” Cam says behind me.
“Leave Inga alone. We’ll get you a taxi home, okay?”
Troy’s
face slowly morphs to offended as he plops down on the stool again. “Oh, so he can touch you? I’ve seen you two—you
let him frenchie you, even. What does he have, huh?”
A
single snicker hits my ear from Cameron. “You think she should be fair? If she
kisses me, she should kiss you too?”
I
grin. That is a funny concept. Fairness in kisses.
The
guy huffs, mad. “Don’t get what’s so special about…” He tilts his chin to
Cameron but tries to focus on my face as he speaks.
Cam
interrupts, though, letting go of me and moving over to Troy. “It’s time,
cuddle-bun. We’ll find you someone nice tonight if you’re not too hung over,
all right? Inga’s busy.”
“I
am?” I say, catching Cam’s gaze as he stacks Troy on his feet and accommodates
his arm around his neck to haul him off.
“Ass,”
Troy mumbles but doesn’t resist.
“I’m
going home with you,” Cam explains to me.
I
get butterflies at that. At how sure he sounds when he tells me. He winks over
Troy’s lolling head and mouths, Stay put.
Originally from Norway, I moved to
the United States twelve years ago. I hold a Master’s degree in languages and
taught Spanish at college level before settling in at the Savannah
College of Art and Design as an adviser.
I write New Adult fiction, sometimes with a paranormal twist—like in
“Shattering Halos,” published by The Wild Rose Press in February 24th 2014 and
in “Stargazer,” released November 2014. The first book I’ve self-published
was the New Adult Contemporary novel “Pandora Wild Child,” which made me a
proud indie author in October 28th 2014.
I specialize in impulsive heroines, bad-boys, and good-boys running amok. Then,
there’s the intense love, physical and emotional attraction beyond
reason—sensory overload for the reader as well as for the characters. Like
in real life, I hope you’re unable to predict what comes next in my stories.
Yes, so I write what I love to read, and depending on the reader, you’ll find
my books to be a fast-paced emotional rollercoaster—or disturbing because the
struggles of love aren’t your thing. Here’s to hoping you have the same reading
vice as me!
