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Head Over Wheels (Steamy New Adult Romance)
Head Over Wheels
Steamy New Adult Romance
by
January Valentine
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Copyright © 2013 Victoria Valentine
All Rights Reserved Victoria Valentine
No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the publisher of this book.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author's imagination, or the author has used them fictitiously.
Printed in the United States of America
ISBN 10: 0615750273
ISBN 13: 978-0615750279
ISBN 13: 978-0-9849573-7-8 (Electronic Version)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2013930002
Water Forest Press Books
PO Box 295, Stormville, NY 12582
(
Paranormal Romance New Release)
Released on 6/21/2013 Available on
Amazon Kindle
. Paperback in July
.
Six unruly teens are abducted on their way to a juvie home. Dumped onto an uncharted island. Could things get any worse? Hell, yeah. Hostility and envy run rampant. Throw in some alphas, divas and demons, and what do you have? Beautiful Experiment. Book One of the Island of Defiance Trilogy.
*Synopsis & Excerpt following Head Over Wheels.*
LOVE DREAMS
(CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE)
SWEET DREAMS IN THE MIND OF A SERIAL KILLER
(THRILLER HORROR)
HEAD OVER WHEELS
(STEAMY NEW ADULT ROMANCE)
THE CUTEST LITTLE DUCKIE
(VICTORIA VALENTINE) CHILDREN’S
DESERT NOON ROMANTIC POETRY
(VICTORIA VALENTINE)
(Paranormal Romance New Release)
KELLY’S – INDIGO – BILLY ARKANA
RUGGED NUGGETS: BRING IT ON STRIP CLUB
WAITING FOR A PHONE CALL IS MURDER
MY FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH PHONE SEX
BREAKING THE TIES THAT BOUND ME
a song in tune a night in june
a table by the fire
a sip of wine your lips on mine
the dew of my desire
Love is not keeping secrets
never asking why
every splendid creation
beauty in one's eye
loss when a heart is blind
pain when clocks refuse to rewind
hanging on for dear life
knowing when to forfeit
Love is the flower that opens in fragrance of time
wisdom to care for it before the petals die
S
ometimes things that seem most perfect, in reality, are not. Such as love.
You give it. You take it. You lose it. You break it.
Romance sparkles behind a door, and you long for an opening, a chance to experience the rise of a brilliant sun bursting through a fairy tale window, the enticing sound of footsteps rushing up the stairs.
And when the earth trembles beneath your feet, you hold on tight, struggling to fit those fragile pieces into life's mesmerizing puzzle, until one day, you're launched into flight, bound for the sky, and while the world around you spins, you find yourself tumbling.
Who will be there to catch you when you fall ... Head Over Wheels?
W
hen I strutted into Kelly's Café, all heads turned my way, fiery eyeballs flashing like beacons. Had my flowing chestnut hair caught the crowd as it did daylight? Perhaps my eyes, which at times held a similar hue; soft golden brown flooding an emerald-green forest. Or was I the main attraction because I happened to be wearing a fuchsia bikini my body rejected by spilling my curves all over the place?
Hold on a minute. This is so not me ...
A rush of horror washed over me. Should I run? But where would I go? My brain disengaged, the streets outside filled with chaos. Without my cuffs and firearm, I'd be a victim. I was helpless!
Displaced, I froze. Everyone in Kelly's was dressed. I wrapped my arms around my smooth-skinned middle. My sapphire belly button ring, peeking from beneath my forearm, glittered like a fireball in daggers of sunlight shooting through the windows. Daggers like the sharp stares three catty girls pitched at me when two construction workers let out wolf whistles.
"What's your problem, biatches?" I wanted to yell, but hard as I tried, my defenses were trapped by an invisible hand sealing my mouth shut. For the first time in my life I fell speechless. "Whatevs..." I managed to slur, although I doubt they noticed the swell of my lips as their eyes appeared glued to my half-naked torso. "Huh," I huffed and tossed my head. My hair whipped an arc, slapping my face, and ended up stuck to my tongue.
Sure, give them even more to laugh at ...
I squared my shoulders, nudged my mane back into place, and drew a breath.
Eat your hearts out. This is healthy body, toned three times a week by Zumba.
With bare feet I thumped across the cold floor, snatched a cardboard cup, and with my nose in the air, elbowed my way through the gathering crowd to the self-service counter. I may have appeared the epitome of confidence, but inside I cringed. I would never be caught dead in public in a string bikini. Sure, on a Montauk beach, but not in a coffee shop.
What the hell am I doing here?
Curious stares heated my back, my face reacting with a crimson burn which would clash hideously with my barely-there attire. I'm a fashion diva, not disaster! Screw them. I lifted my chin higher, mumbling, "
Hombres cachondos." [Raunchy men.]
Then my alarm clock rang.
Oh, shit. I'm late for work — or do I have a class today?
