First Peek at Sink or Swim

For those of you whom I may have confused, let me clarify...

SINK or SWIM is the spin-off novel from Fight or Flight. It is Al's story as it follows her back home to the life she thought she left behind. (Official blurb coming soon). And, it is due out in July/August-ish. Yeah, I know I'm terrible with setting release dates, I'd just hate to disappoint you if it wasn't ready in time.

Not to confuse you further, but there is also a sequel to Fight or Flight coming out sometime this fall which will continue Em and Jay's story, and is currently untitled, though you can probably guess there will be an OR in there somewhere ;)

But I digress, the point of this post is to introduce you to SINK or SWIM, let you get a closer look into Al's life and meet the ever-so-drool-worthy Dean Ritter.

I hope this gets you as excited about this upcoming release as I am. Enjoy!


*Warning: This book is New Adult and intended for mature audiences*

“Alli!”

Her eyes shot open and she groaned against the light pouring into the room. It was eight-fourteen, according to the clock on the DVD player. Even crashing on the couch, she hadn’t slept that good in months. Home may have been its own brand of hell, but it did have its perks.

Abrupt knocking reminded her of what had woken her in the first place.

“I’m not going anywhere, Alli, so you might as well open the damn door.”

Dean. Dammit. What the hell was he thinking? If he woke her father up . . . Crap! Alli scrambled off the couch and threw open the door.

“What are you doing?”

“Waiting for you to get off your ass and open the damn—” He stopped short and just stared at her. Her in her old board shorts and cami she’d worn to bed last night. Shit. “What the fuck? Get dressed.”

“What do you mean ‘get dressed’?”

“I mean . . . get your bony ass body into some damn clothes right now so I can get you something to eat.” Oh boy, bossy Dean was back full force and damn if it wasn’t still hot.

“I don’t need—”

“Don’t give me that crap. And don’t you dare try and tell me you don’t need to eat. Look at you, Al. What the hell happened to you?”

“Nothing. And I don’t—”

“Get. Dressed.” Not a request. “Or you’re going like that. Actually, I kind of like that idea.”

Dammit, she couldn’t keep standing there, arguing with him. They were definitely going to wake up her father. “Give me ten minutes.”

“You’ve got five,” he sniped as she shut the door in his face. 

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