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THE GIRL I WAS BEFORE (Falling #3)
NA Contemporary Romance
Scheduled to release: June 23, 2015
I’m the selfish one. I suppose that’s the nicest thing people say about me. I’ve heard the other things, too. “Paige Owens is a pretty girl with nothing else to offer. She’s just a good time at a party. She’s stupid, heartless, cold and useless. All she cares about is getting a guy to look at her. Why would anyone want to be her friend?”
Some of those things are true. Others were true. They’re all hurtful.
None of it matters.
I’m ready to make the hard choices. I’m ready to face the consequences. I’m ready to be the girl I was before, and I’m done being the one who lost her way.
I’m ready to become the girl Houston Orr sees when he looks at me.
Houston isn’t a star athlete. He doesn’t play in a band. He’s never going to be president, and his life is so far away from simple and easy it isn’t even funny. He wasn’t part of my plan. But I’m starting to think plans are overrated, and maybe our stories are what we make them. And mine depends entirely on me, and the choices I make…starting now.
Houston is my fairytale. He’s perfectly imperfect. He’s poetry and life. He’s truth and heartbreak, all rolled up in a tall body with dark hair, broad shoulders and green eyes that lull me into submission. He’s nothing I ever thought I wanted, but the very thing I need. He’s the only guy I’ve ever really loved, and he thinks I’m a princess. I fell into him, and now I’m holding on.
But sometimes life takes away our ability to choose. Sometimes…things aren’t in your control. Sometimes, it hurts to be selfless. My only hope is that when it comes time to choose, I get it right.
Welcome to my once upon a time and wish for happily ever after.
Excerpt:
She
doesn’t say anything more as the seconds keep ticking by. I keep mentally
begging, until I feel her hair tickle my chin as it slips to the side, along
her back, along the bareness of her neck. It’s moving. She’s moving. She’s
leaning her head to the side, her change in position long and subtle as her
hand comes up to sweep the rest of her hair out of the way, her body leaning
more into mine, her neck exposed.
I’m
about to kiss her neck, and yeah, I’ve kissed her mouth, so this shouldn’t be a
big deal. But this feels like a very big
deal. I’m Dracula, and she is letting me have her, giving me a taste, knowing I
won’t be able to stop. This is definitely submission. She’s submitting, right?
My lips barely brush that part of her neck that dips into her shoulder, even
this slight touch makes me want to bite and taste her more. But I’m careful;
I’m slow.
“Paige,”
I whisper, a mimic of how she said my name a minute before. She sighs when I
speak, and I smile. I kiss more, letting the full weight of my mouth caress her
skin. This time, she moans.
My
hands act on their own, palms sliding up the tops of her legs until I reach the
gathered material around the bend of her waist and grip it tightly, my mind
consumed with the vision of what it would look like if I just ripped this damn
dress off. I flex my fingers against her and feel the brush of her panties
along the tips. The sensation makes my breath falter, so I return my focus to
her neck, letting my tongue have its wish as I taste my way up her shoulder to
her ear, tucking the delicate lobe between my teeth, letting my tongue run over
the harsh metal and rock of her earring.
I’m
content to stay here, to do this, for as long as she’ll let me. Then I feel her
hands slide down my arms and reach into my fingers, squeezing before the
sharpness of her nails drags slowly back up my arms. She makes it to my biceps
before she can’t reach any farther; she lets her hands drift from my skin,
bringing her arms over her head, reaching for me, my hair, my neck. The motion
causes her body to arch, her legs shifting up and down, almost like she’s
trying to rid herself of her dress.
My
hands obey—pulling up the gathered material while my mouth continues to
memorize every contour of her neck. My knuckles brush along the lace top of her
panties, against the smoothness of her waist, the length of her belly to her
ribs until I feel the material of her bra against the tips of my fingers. I
pause, waiting for those two voices to show up on either shoulder, for good and
evil to battle it out and let me know what I’m supposed to do next. But Paige
isn’t waiting for either of them.
“Touch
me,” she whispers…
The
Girl I Was Before, in Five Words:
Honesty.
This is a story about not just telling the truth, but being honest with
yourself, even when it goes against your grain.
Selflessness.
Paige learns the ultimate lesson in her growth throughout the story. Being
selfish is a lot easier than giving up your wants and desires to see someone
else be happy and thrive. The concept at the heart of The Girl I Was Before is
really rather simple—doing the right thing. Simple as it is, it’s still so very
hard, and the struggle to do so is something we can all relate to in some place
in our lives.
Bravery.
Sometimes
it’s scary to take a leap, especially if it’s a leap of the heart. Going into
unknown territory, abandoning comfort—those are themes that play throughout
this story.
Friendship.
Paige
learns the meaning of true friendship—and how friendship can be the ultimate
foundation for true love, as well.
Change.
This
word in many ways defines the entire Falling Series. The shift that happens
that first year of college is tremendous and powerful. This series chronicles
that very important first year in the lives of six people, and more than
anything, we get to see them change. They aren’t what they will be yet, but
they are on their way.
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About Ginger Scott
Ginger Scott is an Amazon-bestselling author of eight young and new adult
romances, including Waiting on the Sidelines, Going Long, Blindness, How
We Deal With Gravity, This Is Falling, You and Everything After, Wild
Reckless and The Girl I Was Before.
A sucker for a good romance, Ginger’s other passion is sports, and she
often blends the two in her stories. (She’s also a sucker for a hot
quarterback, catcher, pitcher, point guard…the list goes on.) Ginger has
been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than
15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors,
scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work,
visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.
When she's not writing, the odds are high that she's somewhere near a
baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce
Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona
Diamondbacks. Ginger lives in Arizona and is married to her college
sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork 'em, Devils).
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