Destroying the Wrong (16 page)

“With all the shit that
’s happened, it hasn’t sunk in that we’re no longer high school students,” I said, breaking the silence I could no longer stand.

“We are now college girls. No more high school drama. We can officially put all that bullshit behind us,” Kat said. I could hear the smile I knew was plastered on her face.

“I need to start shopping for cute college outfits.”

“The beauty about college is you can go in your pajamas and no one cares.”

“Kat, if I ever see you in pajamas walking around campus, I’ll run the other way,” I said, smacking her leg.

“We should set regular lunch dates.”

“You mean coffee dates. College kids drink lots of coffee. Speaking of, I’m going to go make some right now,” I said, jumping off the bed.

I walked back into the room a few minutes later, holding two mugs and turning the light switch on with my elbow.

“Hey! A little warning would have been nice,” Kat moaned, covering her eyes with her arm.

“Drink your coffee
and quit complaining.”

She moved into a sitti
ng position and I handed her a cup, sitting next to her.

“Here’s to new beginnings,” I
said.

“To new beginnings,” Kat carefully clanked her mug against mine.

“And to hot college boys.”

Kat rolled her eyes. “No college boy is cuter than Dillon.”

“Oh great… and so it begins.”

Alissa Sullivan has high hopes that the new year will bring a fresh start for her and her best friend as they strike out into their first semester in college. After learning her boyfriend cheated on her, she sets her sights on Scott, the mysterious gym owner who has promised that when she turns eighteen, everything between them will change, and she can’t wait to become the kind of woman he wants.

After enduring the year from hell, Katherine Horne is ready to put her emotional turmoil behind her. Alissa’s brother, Dillon, has found a way into her wary heart even as she grows more suspicious of the goings-on in the anti-bullying group that Scott has taken management over. Whatever comes of her tentative investigations, she only knows one thing – she may have to step in and save her best friend from herself.

Friendships will be tested, love will be a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and good deeds will need to be punished. It’s too late to tread softly – karma’s been keeping track and it may be too late for fate to intervene.*

*Subject to change by wrathful gods, the whims of slave-driving (but loved) editors, or the arm-flailing freak-outs of this author.

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When I decided to write a book, I had no clue what I was getting myself into. If you are reading this, I hope it’s because you read the whole book and enjoyed the story as much as I do.

I would like to thank my best friend, Amanda L. Gordon, for introducing me into the writing world. She helped me edit, dealt with my freak-out sessions and kicked my ass into gear while smiling and cheering me on.
I love her.

Michele Stratton and I had
coffee one night and we sat for hours, dreaming up stories. We still meet every week to brainstorm and bitch about how hard it is to write a book. I feel so lucky to have her by my side as we live out our dreams.

I read a book last year that touched my soul and decided to stalk the author on Facebook.
I had my first fan-girl moment when J.M. Hill wrote me back. She is such an inspiration and I love that I can call her my friend.

Jennifer Short Benson allowed me to become part of her Indie author group a few months ago. She has gone
out of her way to help us on a daily basis. Without Jennifer, I would have pulled out every hair on my head and jumped off the bridge, screaming like a girl.

Chelle Bird is one of those friends that will stick by your side even if it means getting into trouble. She makes me happy when skies are gray. Thank you for all the times you picked me up and made me laugh my ass off.

A huge thank you to all my Indie group girls:
Jennifer, Michele, Louise, Chelle, Soaching, Antoinette, Melissa, Carey, Julie, E.K., Anna, Megan, Miranda and Mindy. I wouldn’t have survived without you all. No words could express how much I appreciate you all.

My beta girls volunteered their time to help make my story better.
Thank you: Paige Maroney Smith, Tiffani Henry Drake, Lynne Gallimore-Ayling, Crystal Glenn, Laurna Hamilton, Heather Young, Kendra Gaither and Genevieve Aho. They made me laugh, cry and scream. I love each of them and can’t wait to work with them on the next book.

Melissa Gill with MGbookcovers, it was such a pleasure to work with you. You made my cover look fabulous. Thank you for not firing me after all the changes.

Thank you Louise with Ltmk Hooked on Books who coordinated my cover reveal. You are such an awesome person who goes out of her way to help. Love you!

Thank you Melissa with Feisty Girls Book Blog for coordinating my blog tour. You work so hard and I appreciate you.

A huge thank you to Angi Black, my editor. You accommodated all my needs and put up with so many of my questions with patience. Our long-term relationship will only get stronger and I promise to be less of a pain.

Now the sappy stuff...

My parents have loved and supported me my whole life. I love you both more than you’ll ever know.

Thank you to my Aunt Claudia for the constant reminders that magic does exist and anything is possible with a little imagination.

My kids: Eric, Julianne, Trinity and Abygail. Every day I love you more. Thank you for putting up with my time on the computer and the many nights I didn’t cook.

Last, but not least, my better half, Steven. You never let me give up and I am forever grateful. You let me keep the light on so I could see the keyboard while you slept. You sat with me br
ainstorming for hours. I love you so much.