Today, I have pleasure in hosting Sunniva Dee on my blog for her blitz of Adrenaline. Please make her feel welcome by checking out her book and entering the giveaway below. Thanks!
Adrenaline by Sunniva
Dee
Publication date: April 30th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
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!
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.
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.
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Excerpt:
INGELA
My cell just buzzed. It’s four
in the morning on a weekday. On an instinctual level, I know who it is. I’m not
one to give myself breaks; not once, not once, do I not answer when he calls, so I sit up, adrenaline diluting my blood
and telling me to go-go-go.
“Stop missing me, asshole,” I
say into the receiver.
Brooding, emotional,
feel-sorry-for-himself, wishy-washy, sexy nightmare Bo. He’s the epitome of
inconsiderate. I’ve been studying in the US for over two years now, but my ex
keeps calling me from home. Not giving a damn about the time difference, he
calls right when the hell he needs me.
I fumble for the light. Turn it
on. Squint and clutch my phone tighter. “Hej,” I puff out next since he doesn’t
respond right away.
“Hej, Inga,” he breathes back.
Voice silky, like the damn singer-guitarist he is, he says what I knew he would
as if he didn’t hear my initial greeting. “I miss you.”
“You’re horrible, Bo.”
“Come on, Inga—this is hard.”
I know what he means by hard.
“Is it?” I ask, sitting up straighter. “Is it, now? Then, why did you break up
with me for the fifteenth time in, like, what…”
I don’t want to repeat the
number of years out loud. Bo and I were an item on and off between the ages of
sixteen and twenty-one. All I care about right now is him shutting the hell up.
Whenever I’m almost over him, he’s there again. Black-velvety soft voice in my
ear, making adrenaline, my worst enemy, course through my body until I tremble.
The man on the phone drove me to
the brink a while back. There’s a reason why I’m here and not in Gothenburg
where I’d be subject to his erratic moods on a daily basis.
For the millionth time, I wish I
didn’t remember the good parts. Me, starting out as the sixteen-year-old
groupie of his local band. The parties, the fun. The endless nights in our own
little world in the dump he rented with two fellow bandmates. I swallow a lump
in my throat. It was supposed to be us always. Not just for a few years. And he
wasn’t supposed to be… the way he is.
“Inga, did you hear what I
said?” Bo whispers now, like he cares that I should be asleep at this hour.
“No.”
“I call you, and you don’t even
listen?”
“Doing my best,” I say. By the
displeased huff he makes, I can tell he understands; I’m doing my best at not
listening to him.
“I’m accepting a scholarship to
a one-year guitar clinic in Los Angeles.”
Even sitting, my knees go weak.
Deepsilver, the gorgeous little college town I’ve set new roots in here on the
East Coast, must be only hours from Los Angeles by plane. The pull is on my
heartstrings already—I’m too close to where Bo will be.
“Why?” I ask. “They can’t teach
you anything here that you can’t learn in Gothenburg, I’m sure. And the band—are
they replacing you?”
He puffs a snicker. “Naw. I
don’t think so.” Bo is aware that he’s the chick magnet of the bunch and the
reason they’ve been doing decent as a college band since they moved to the big
city.
“I might check in with some
labels while I’m in L.A. The band is with me on this. Probably heading over
too, if I can scrounge up some gigs for us. Maybe we’ll tour the East Coast.
How about that, Inga? We’ll pop by your little town.”
“Uh-huh, whatever.” I hurt. I
try not to admit it to myself, but I miss him so much. The need to have him
with me under my covers sucker-punches me. No one. No one is like Bo in bed. I
feel the ghost of his hands on my skin as he lets out a quiet laugh on the
other end.
“You’re so silly, Ingela. Just
give it up already. I’ll take a couple of days in Deepsilver on my way there,
okay? I’ll treat you well.”
I blush. There’s a reason to his
sexy chuckle, to his sudden promise. As soon as I’m the slightest bit turned
on, my breathing stops cooperating. Five years of on-and-off dating has Bo
tuned in to the smallest changes in me the way he is to his guitar. So yes,
he’s completely aware of his effect on me.
“Fuck you,” I mumble.
“Do you swear as much in English
as you do in Swedish?” he purrs like he’s describing dirty pleasures.
“None of your—”
“—goddamn business?”
“Yeah, that. Bye, dick.”
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Author Bio:
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!
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