Release Date:
07/14/15
Entangled
Crush
Summary from
Goodreads:
Anya Anderson
doesn’t just need a big break, she needs any break. Living on the streets
doesn’t leave a girl many options, so when she scores a gig reporting on the
Seconds to Juliet tour, she jumps at the chance to earn enough money to sleep
somewhere safe. And the paycheck will get bigger—and keep her off the streets
for good—if she can dig up dirt on Will Fray, the irritatingly hot “shy guy” of
the band.
Problem is,
Will Fray isn't who everyone thinks he is. In fact, he’s not Will at all. Matt,
Will's identical twin, is actually the guy onstage, reluctantly covering for
his brother while he’s in rehab. To make matters worse, Matt’s being shadowed
by a cute reporter with troubled eyes determined to get the scoop. On him. And
he's having trouble finding the willpower to keep his distance…
But if the
secret gets out, it won't just be his head on a platter—it’ll be the whole
band’s.
This Entangled
Teen Crush book contains steamy make out scenes, graphic language, and a love
story so hot your copy may spontaneously burst into flames. You’ve been warned.
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Teaser
That’s all you’ve ever told me, isn’t it? A bunch of lies. Lies on top of lies.”
That’s all you’ve ever told me, isn’t it? A bunch of lies. Lies on top of lies.”
“What is it that people say? ‘I can tell
you’re lying because your lips are moving.”
“Her whole body felt like it was vibrating
in anticipation of his kiss.”
“What was that? What the hell was that?
You can’t just go around kissing random people without notice. It’s rude.
You’re rude.”
“Heat flickered through his body, igniting
a fuse in him that he couldn’t tamp down.”
“She was probably bat-shit psychotic, but
she was HIS bat-shit psychotic.”
Excerpt
Matt
jumped off the stage and made his way to whassername. Shit, he couldn’t believe
he’d already forgotten her name. She was huddled in the front row, hair soaked
and T-shirt clinging to—he swallowed hard—every part of her.
“Shit,
I’m sorry. I told you to stay out of the front row.”
“I didn’t hear you. And by the time I figured out what
you’d said, I was already mentally figuring out how to build an ark.” She blew
a heavy wet strand of jet-black hair from her face.
As her gray eyes met his, he immediately remembered
her name: Anya.
Anya. A silence fell as her name ran through his head,
backward and forward, until it became a part of his regular vocabulary. Like
“water,” and “air,” and “sexy as hell.”
What? Out of all the girls I’ve met since becoming “Will,”
I get the hots for the one here to dig up our secrets.
Great
going, Matt. Great.
“Just call me Noah,” she said as if she was reading
his mind, the way his twin sometimes did.
He recovered his train of thought and laughed,
relieved that she had such a great sense of humor. “If it’s any consolation,
I’m a lot wetter than you, and I have to do this nearly every evening, whether
it’s eighty degrees out or forty.”
She frowned. “Dude, you’re in the South. It’s never going
to be forty degrees here.”
Busted. “True. I was really going for the sympathy
vote.” He shrugged and grinned, heartened to see that she was grinning back.
“I’m not one for the sympathy vote. I vote practical
all day long.” She stuffed her wet notebook into her wet bag and stood up.
“Good to know. And on that practical note, we should
change into some dry clothes.”
“No kidding.”
Her smile had gone,
and right there, he knew he’d do anything to see that mischievous grin again.
Dammit. Get a grip. Diversion. Quick. “Hey, if you’re writing about us, don’t
mention any details about the number you just saw us
rehearse,” he said. “It’s the finale, and although people can’t help but post
photos of it, we try not to mention the specifics…just to maybe surprise the
people who aren’t on the fan sites.”
“Well it certainly surprised me. No problem. I won’t
mention it,” she said.
Suddenly he pictured her totally wet, dripping from the
rain or the shower. Her hair down, a real smile on her face, just for him.
Water running down her shoulders, maybe clumping her eyelashes together…
Clumping
her…? Jesus, Matt. Shut up, you wimp.
About the Author
Suze Winegardner is an ex-pat
Brit who quells her homesickness with Cadbury Flakes and Fray Bentos pies. She
thinks her life is chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny. And if you
get that reference, well, she already considers you kin.
She is represented by Laura Bradford,
of the Laura Bradford Literary Agency,and writes for Entangled Publishing‘s Crush imprint.
When not writing, Suze loves to
travel with her military husband, and take long walks with
their Lab.
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