Twenty-four year old SharnMacer has spent the last six years looking for love....for that spark. She's failing miserably. After a life changing break up forces her back to her broken home, and into a string of dating disasters, Sharn decides it's time to hang up her heels and take a break from guys. She didn’t expect to find the spark… with the quiet guy from her past. Keefer Smith likes to keep to himself, always has and probably always will. He doesn't have time to date, not when he’s constantly worrying about what state he'll find his father in. Lucky for him, he does have one thing going for him; baseball. He didn’t expect to want more… with the girl he once watched from afar. Back in high school, Sharn would never have looked twice at someone like him, and Keefer would’ve never stood a chance with someone like her. But six years is a long time, and when they find themselves placed in charge of seventeen ninth graders they soon realize they might not be as different as they think. The chemistry is right, even if the timing is all wrong. Sparks will fly, but will they spark love?
The Lounge was crammed. Friday nights were always full of students, but it was the best club for a more chilled out vibe. It had two rooms; a bar area and a dance area, then there was a huge covered courtyard. After navigating the queue at the bar, I managed to get us drinks. We wound our way through the crowds of drunken, rowdy college kids, and found an empty sofa at the far end of the courtyard. Sharn’s body moved in time to the music, and from how natural she made it looked, I could tell she liked to dance—something I never did. “It's really busy.” Her words sounded a little slurred. “Are you drunk? You only had two glasses of wine with dinner.” I mocked. I'd switched to soda after a couple of beers—I was driving. “I am not!” She gasped. “I'm just excited. I don't get out all that much.” “What about your friend? The girl I saw you with at 42nds?” She turned her body slightly to face me. “Mae? We work together, and have a Friday night ritual. She's married though.” My eyes glanced over her neck and chest, lingering over her low cut dress. I could just make out the curve of her tits. “Hey.” She snapped her fingers in front of my nose. “My face is here, mister.” Busted. “I can't help where my eyes decide to look. Did you blow off your Friday night ritual with Mae, for me?” She blushed again, and my inner guy punched the air—I affected her as much as she affected me. “Maybe. Hmm-” She hesitated, as if she wanted to ask me something. My stomach pooled with dread. “Can I ask you something? Where did you go last weekend?” Fuck. It would be so easy to tell her the truth—to let her in. But I choked, unable to do it. I didn't want to ruin the night—to see the pity in her eyes. I didn't want her to feel sorry for me. So I played the game I'd been playing from the start. Leaning forward, I dipped my head and swept her hair away from her shoulder with my hand. As I brushed my lips against the soft spot underneath her ear, she trembled and I whispered, “Not tonight. I'll tell you, but not tonight.” She let out a breathy sign as I curved my arm around her waist and pulled her body flush to mine. Our lips found each other's, and I knew. This was it for me. She was it. But she still knew nothing about me, and that scared the shit out of me. I had to tell her. And soon. Or I'd lose her. Someone like Sharn wouldn’t play games for long.
L. A. Cotton has a busy mind in need of constant stimulation. A youth worker from the Midlands, UK, if L. A isn’t immersed in a book, she’s figuring out what course to study next. With an imagination that refuses to stay quiet, early this year, L. A finally decided to put finger to keyboard and start typing. Her debut novel, Fate’s Love releases September 30th. When she’s not busy reading, writing, and plotting future books, L. A. is mum to two gorgeous children, and their hyper terrier, Rocky.