She’s become the Paly High girl with the most tragic story…
At 17, Tally Landon just wants to graduate and leave for New York to pursue ballet. Her best friend Marla convinces her to attend one last party–a college party–where she can be among strangers and evade the whisperings about her heartbreaking loss that follows her everywhere she goes. While at the party, she meets Lincoln Presley, Stanford’s famous baseball wonder and has a little fun at his expense–when she lies about her age and who she really is–intent on being someone else for the night and escaping her tragic story.
At 22, Lincoln Presley’s star is on the rise; he’s about to finish at Stanford and expected to be taken early in Major League Baseball’s upcoming draft. His cousin’s party serves as a welcome distraction. But then, he sees the girl from Valentine’s Day he saved from that horrific car accident; and he can’t quite hide his disappointment when she appears to look right through him and not remember him at all. He vows to learn her name at least before he leaves. What’s the harm in getting to know this girl? What’s the worst that can happen?
And yet, despite the lies being told to protect the other, and the trappings of fame that continually separate them, and in lieu of the deception by those they’ve come to trust the most; one truth remains.
upon me. I again glance over at covetous actions of Charlie Masterson, who is
now having a heated discussion with my best friend on the other side of the
room, gesturing this way and that towards the more-than-casually-interested
first guy, who gyrates on the dance floor by himself.
Unsure of what I should be doing, I find myself in the middle of the dance
floor. Alone. To hide my embarrassment at being caught up alone in the
middle of the room, I pretend to take an ever-increasing interest in the
sparkling lights that someone has meticulously trailed along the ceiling’s
edge. A little glazed now, the lights shimmer at me; I swill my drink in
salutation. The interested guy from earlier stands in front of me again.
he’s kept me company during the past half-hour. I brazenly take in this
male-model look he has going on with his dark-brown wavy hair and his devastating,
too-white smile and his tall lean body. Sure. Okay. Bring it on.
side-to-side and gets this disconcerted look. “Lincoln Presley.”
because he is stunning—so good-looking, in fact—that these warning bells seem
to go off in my head. I shake it to try to shut them off. “Never mind.” His
look is weirding me out as if I know him from somewhere. “You remember,” I say
expectant look. “Do you remember?”
mom loved him when she was a teenager. I like a few of his songs…” My voice
trails off because he looks disappointed by my answer, and I’m not sure why.
then break his gaze and start toward the punch bowl for a fifth round.
hands me bottled water. “Drink this. That stuff has Everclear in it. You
shouldn’t have any more of that unless you’re going for anesthetization.”
much sarcasm as I can. Then I shake off his concerned hand on my arm, uncap the
bottled water, and drink it down. “Happy now?”
proceeds to take me in from head-to-toe in one long, practiced, seductive move.
Smooth. I laugh because he’s so blatant about his interest in me now.
playing for a few welcome seconds.
airy wave of my right hand. The lie comes so easily to my lips that I surprise
myself with the ease in which I tell it.
Meet & Connect with Katherine Owen
Dark. Edgy. Contemporary. Romantic. Were we describing me? Or my fiction? Sorry.
I drink too much…coffee, not enough water. I swear too much for God and my mother, and I slip these into my fiction. Sorry.
I’m impatient, a perfectionist, a wordsmith, a dreamer, which ends up being good and bad. I’m a workaholic; ask my “fam-dam-ily”.
I’ve written four novels in as many years: “When I See You, “Not To Us”, Seeing Julia” as well as my latest release “This Much Is True” (which hit #1 on Amazon best seller lists for Sports Romance, Holiday Romance within a week of its release). Competitive; much, KO? Oh yes.
If you love angsty, unpredictable love stories, I’m yours. ♥ Connect with me at facebook.com/KatherineOwenAuthor.