By Ruthi Kight
Genre: New Adult
Publication Date- August 10th, 2013
Pyromaniac. Murderer. Burn out.
Ten years ago Delia’s life went up in smoke. Literally.
After a decade of hiding, she is forced back into the world.
With only her wits to guide her, she must now figure out how to live in a town that knows her only as a murderer.
Her family is gone. The people all fear her. She has nothing holding her in Sunny Shores...until she meets Liam.
He’s heard the stories. He knows he should stay away from her, but he’s drawn to her like a moth to a flame.
Life seems to be looking up for them...until her past comes back like a bitch slap to the face.
With my thoughts running amok, my cheeks began to feel warm, betraying me. The heat spread from one side to the other quickly, giving my face a nice rosy glow. He chuckled and I almost came apart. Did this man have any idea what that one small sound did to a girl? I bet he did, he had to, given his current shit-eating grin. There was no way that he couldn’t know. Guys like him knew they were walking fuck-me advertisements.“Careful. It’s a little too soon to fall for me.” He smiled, dimples and all, and I nearly lost it again. Dimples! I was in serious trouble already and I hadn’t been out of the loony bin for an hour yet.“Not likely,” I replied. I righted myself and leaned back casually. “Are you planning on being here long?”He quickly scanned my face, and then returned his focus to the book in his hands. “Not sure. Ask me again in an hour.”Argh! Infuriating and sexy as hell? Great combo. My head told me to walk away, but my traitorous body was trying to convince me to inch closer to him. With a quick scoot, I was mere inches from him, our legs nearly touching.“Whatcha reading?” I tried to get a look at the book, but he closed it before I could figure out what it was.“Homer.”“Simpson?”A slow grin spread across his face. “As in The Odyssey. Greek epic poem…ring any bells?”“No. The only Homer I know is married to a woman with a giant blue beehive.”With a shake of his head, he opened his book once again. “Sheltered?”His attitude was really starting to piss me off. “No. Unless you consider ten years in the wacky shack as sheltered.” I had expected my words to have some sort of impact. Nothing. He didn’t even flinch.
About the Author:
Ruthi Kight currently lives in her hometown of Columbia, SC, with her fiancé and five year old daughter. She has an unhealthy addiction to books, music, and chocolate, but not necessarily in that order. When her dream of being a rock star didn't work out, she focused on her other passion: writing. She is the author of Knotted Roots, a YA Coming of Age story, and is currently working on two other novels that are due out this year.
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Ruthi-Kight/e/B00C470JAS/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1