Titolo: Break you
Autore: Jennifer Snyder
Genere: New adult contemporaneo, romance
Trama: Blaire Hayes enjoys a quiet life, spending her days as a CNA at the local nursing home and nights studying for exams. She prefers things to be as uncomplicated as possible — but when her friends drag her to a party and she bumps into her high school crush, the path of Blaire’s life veers in an entirely different direction than what she had planned for herself.
Jason Bryant created a nice life away from his hometown, putting distance between himself and the suffocating sadness of his father’s death. But when he finds out his grandfather’s health is deteriorating, he decides he must return home. Partying was not on his agenda while in town, but it’s how he bumps into Blaire Hayes—the girl he’d always thought of in high school as an unobtainable pass.
Together the two learn there are moments in life that hold within them all the power to break you…
Trama: Blaire Hayes enjoys a quiet life, spending her days as a CNA at the local nursing home and nights studying for exams. She prefers things to be as uncomplicated as possible — but when her friends drag her to a party and she bumps into her high school crush, the path of Blaire’s life veers in an entirely different direction than what she had planned for herself.
Jason Bryant created a nice life away from his hometown, putting distance between himself and the suffocating sadness of his father’s death. But when he finds out his grandfather’s health is deteriorating, he decides he must return home. Partying was not on his agenda while in town, but it’s how he bumps into Blaire Hayes—the girl he’d always thought of in high school as an unobtainable pass.
Together the two learn there are moments in life that hold within them all the power to break you…
Jennifer Snyder lives in North Carolina were she spends most of her time writing new adult and young adult fiction, reading, and struggling to stay on top of housework. She is a tea lover with an obsession for Post-it notes and smooth writing pens. Jennifer lives with her husband and two children, who endure listening to songs that spur inspiration on repeat and tolerate her love for all paranormal, teenage-targeted TV shows. #1
The water was cool. I’d kicked off my sandals long
before we made it to the river’s edge and now stood with my toes planted firmly
in place as the river’s constant movement slipped over my skin. The moon was
low in the sky, nearly full and shedding just the right amount of light down on
us. I took a step back, onto a smooth rocky ledge behind me, as the chill of
the water soon became too much. The rock beneath my bare feet was still warm
from the sun and I let out a little sigh into the night. I tipped my head back
to look up at the star-filled sky, taking in all of nature’s uncorrupted beauty
that surrounded me.
Jason came up behind me, his sandals shuffling against
the smooth surface of the rock. “It’s nice, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice
nothing but a whisper.
Glancing over my shoulder at him, I was surprised by
how close he was to me. Inhaling, I could smell his guy-scent—a mixture of soap
and deodorant of some sort. Whatever it was, it was spicy and male and I liked
it. My eyes traveled the length of him and I knew he could feel them on him,
but I was too tipsy to care, so I continued checking him out unabashedly while
his gaze locked on the sky.
“Look,” he said as he pointed. “Bats.”
My head snapped to where he’d pointed so quickly, the
movement jerked my body with it and I stumbled. Losing my footing, I nearly
toppled into the river. Jason reached out and steadied me, his large hands
gripping my forearms.
“Whoa there,” he chuckled.
His face was inches from mine. His warm hands still
gripped my arms. I straightened my stance to a firmer one, but he still didn’t
let go. Our stare became fused together as electricity zapped beneath my skin
from the contact I’d been craving all night.
“Thanks for catching me.” A giggle built in my chest,
but the second I saw his tongue slip out and lick at his bottom lip, it
disappeared.
“No problem.”
His hands slid free from my arms only to grip my hips
firmly. My heart pounded from their sudden shift in placement. Jason’s jaw
moved as he bit at the inside of his cheek. I wondered for a moment if this was
a nervous habit of his or if he was simply wondering whether now was the time
to take me home.
I didn’t want him to take me home. I wasn’t finished
with this night—with him—just yet.
With the courage that came from drinking three Long
Island Iced Teas and the yearning that pulsated through my body from his
nearness, I did what I wanted—I arched my body into his and kissed him. His
lips were warm and soft; his breath tasted of spicy liquor, and I knew I was
right where I’d wanted to be a million times in my head—locked in Jason
Bryant’s arms with my lips pressed to his.
#2
The bartender came over with another Long Island for
me. Jason handed him a crisp bill from in his wallet. I took a sip and watched
as he lifted his ass up and tucked the wallet back into his back pocket.
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, forcing my eyes away
from the muscles I could see shifting and flexing in his forearm while he
played with the cap from his beer. “I was a little embarrassed, but only
because what you said is true. I’m fine now.”
I wanted to smack myself. Why the hell did I just
flat-out admit that to him? What I’d said before had been enough; there was no
reason for me to add to it. Heat crept along my neck. I’d look like I was
having an allergic reaction in a matter of seconds. Great.
“Maybe this will lift your embarrassment some: it’s
been a while for me, too,” he said.
This new knowledge he’d openly offered floored me. His
eyes locked with mine as he brought his beer to his perfect lips for a swig. I
watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed from the action.
“Why?” The question formed in my head, but I had no
intentions of actually saying it aloud, and most definitely not in such a
dumbfounded tone. Rich laughter rumbled through his chest and his head tipped
back in the process. A grin twisted at my lips, one I couldn’t suppress no
matter how hard I tried. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. It’s not my
place.” I forced my eyes to look anywhere except at him as I shook my head.
“No, it’s okay,” he said, containing himself. “I just
can’t get over how shocked you seem by my confession.”
I took a sip of my drink. “You just don’t seem like the
type to have any dry spells. If I remember correctly, you didn’t have that
problem in high school either, and I can’t imagine it forming in college of all
places.”
Hadn’t meant to say that one aloud either. What the
hell was in this drink, a loose lips amplifier?
“People change,” he said. “You did.”
“How so?”
“You’ve gotten more beautiful, for starters.”
His words made my stomach flutter and my heart pound.
That was most definitely a line…but I liked it. Jason straightened his back and
downed the rest of his beer. Banging the empty bottle against the bar as he set
it back down, he stood and held out a hand to me.
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