Addiction
Book two in the Distraction Series
Book two in the Distraction Series
By Angela McPherson
Genres: New
Adult/College Contemporary Romance
Published:
December 9 2014
Blurb:
Despite
denying their love for years, in the end no distraction could keep best friends
Tristan and Elle apart. Passion and heat explode as the two finally discover
what they’ve been missing,
needing, wanting for so long.
When
Tristan and Elle return home for Christmas break, the two are gifted with a few
unexpected surprises. Heather, Elle’s sister, has come home and even
better, she's now clean and sober. During this time, Tristan and his dad manage
to work through their strained relationship, finding compromise and
understanding. For the couple, everything is coming together—until circumstances
change, threatening their newfound happiness.
Love
is an addiction both craved, but when devastating secrets are revealed, Elle
pushes Tristan away. He won't let go. She can't hold on. Is their love strong
enough to keep them together? Falling in love was never an issue, but for
Tristan and Elle, falling apart may be.
Book 2 of the Distraction Series is a new adult/college
romance short novel.
Available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Addiction-Distraction-Book-Angela-McPherson-ebook/dp/B00P9SMFF6
Don't miss book 1, Distraction! http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00MU0NY9M
Author Bio:
Angela McPherson
Born and
currently residing in Midland, Texas, Angela shuffles three busy children (not
including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric
doctor's office as a nurse during the day, and writes at night. She is addicted
to coffee–who isn’t? And firmly believes chocolate can
fix all–especially chocolate ice cream. She
laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once (she
thinks). When Angela isn’t rushing kids around, working or
writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience,
Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She
loves to dance and sing, though her kids often beg her not to.
Twitter: @abt3mcpherson
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Angela-McPherson/e/B00EJ4535K
Excerpt:
We didn't talk much during the drive back to our hometown, but words
weren't necessary. The
soft smile on Tristan's
face as he drove with his left hand while holding mine in his right screamed
louder than any words ever could. He was mine.
Turning
to watch the scenery pass by, I let my thoughts drift back to the start of this
year. At the beginning of the semester when Tristan told me about his
engagement to Kellie, the psycho, I couldn't breathe from the disappointment crushing my chest.
Topping that, he also divulged he'd
transferred to Tech, making sure my life remained as miserable as possible.
Even though I loved him, seeing Tristan with another woman tore me to pieces.
Before
their relationship ended, thinking we'd
ever find our way to one another seemed impossible. So, what did I do to get
over my hot, football star, best friend? I dated someone completely opposite of
Tristan… Eric Green, a handsome baseball
player. Eric was super sweet, but at the end of the day he was never who I
wanted.
I
didn't intentionally set
out to hurt anyone. The way I strung Eric along, knowing I was in love with
someone else, left me feeling like a self-centered jerk. Ironically, when
Tristan was injured, our relationship started to come together for us while
Eric and I fell apart.
Who'd have thought a broken collarbone and
a concussion would've
made us get our heads removed from our asses. But God, the brunt trauma Tristan
suffered was bad. Just thinking about it brought tears to my eyes.
I
shifted in my seat, removing myself from the past, looking forward to our
future.
Peeking
over at Tristan's
profile, my chest tightened. The fact that he was able to pull off looking so
incredibly sexy that early in the morning awed me. The gritty stubble shadowing
his strong jawline and the way strands of hair framed his warm eyes quickened
my pulse.
Tristan
glanced my way and grinned. Lifting our hands, he brushed a feathery kiss
across my skin. "What's got you so quiet, Spud?”
My
knuckles tingled where his lips touched. "Oh, you.”
His
smile deepened. "Well,
then carry on.”
I
fought to keep my eyes open during the rest of our drive. Tristan ran his finger
along my cheek, the enamored glint in his eyes made my insides jump.
"You
look tired. Get some sleep." Those
perfect, full, kissable lips formed into a sexy, hell-bent grin. "You're
going to need plenty of rest.”
He
tore his eyes away from me and back to the road. Sliding the back of his hand
down my arm, he then laced our fingers together. "We're leaving after
dinner tomorrow. We haven't finished making up for," he turned back to me and winked,
"lost time yet." Tristan
squeezed our hands, sending
the normal thumping inside my chest into hyper-drive.
I
stretched out the soreness from my arms and legs. After the early morning surprise
in bed, we woke up and finished another round of lovemaking in the shower.
Years of listening to Alyssa prattle on and on about her sexual escapades, I
finally understood her, um, enthusiasm. Speaking of which, she was going to
flip the next time I talked to her. Man, I missed our late night, or morning
talks, although being with Tristan felt right. Perfect.
Tension
pulled at the corners of his eyes.
I
squeezed his hand. "Hey,
what's wrong?"
I balled my other hand, worry settling
in my shoulders.
He
brought our joined hands to his lips and kissed the inside of my wrist. "Nothing you need to worry about.”
Um,
I don't
think so.
I attempted to free my hand from his, but his hold remained strong. I gave up. "I can take it, whatever it is. Just
spit it out." My
stomached knotted, betraying the lie.
"I'm telling my parents about us."
He glanced down, and the tension
cornering his eyes moments ago fell. The side of his mouth pulled up in a cocky
grin. "I'm almost hoping my dad kicks me out."
He winked. "Then I'd have an excuse to stay with you.”
I
frowned and pulled my bottom lip between my teeth. Shit. His dad hated me. As
much as I loved Tristan, I didn't
want to be an added cause to their problems, especially since Tristan and his
dad never got along in the first place.
I
shook my head. "No,
I don't want to ruin
this. We're together so
there's no use in
creating a potential problem between you and your family. I love you, Tristan.
I'm not going
anywhere. Spend time with your parents and we can tell them about us once we're back at school.”
Tristan
gazed ahead, concentrating on the road in front of us. He remained silent for
quite a few minutes, making me worry my bottom lip even more. Finally, he
glanced over at me.
"No,
I've waited to tell
them you were mine for years now. No way am I going to pass up the first chance
I get in order to make my dad happy.”
I
opened my mouth to argue, but he cut me off.
"I'm not playin', Spud." His eyes darkened and wrinkles crested
his forehead.
Stubborn
ass. "All
right, fine. I'll
leave my window unlocked," I
grinned, raising a brow, "but
only if you're
lucky.”
Tristan
chuckled softly, resting our hands in his lap. With his attention back to the
road, I closed my eyes and prayed nothing terrible would happen between him and
his dad. I used to think Mrs. Daniels didn't approve of me, but after Tristan's stay in the hospital, her behavior
had changed. She'd
been nice. Maybe his dad would do the same.
My
throat dried–this time from not knowing if I'd be able to see my sister, Heather,
this year. Hopefully this Christmas would be different for both our families.
Tristan and I were due for a little peace.
Losing
the battle with my eyes, I ended up falling asleep the rest of our way home.
Tristan reluctantly dropped me off at my mom's house. Once my bags were
unloaded in my room, he kissed me. His kiss lingered, making my legs weak and
my heart ache when the sweet embrace ended. Intensity and heat blazed in his
eyes when he backed away.
Clearing
his throat, he said, "I'm having a hard time leaving you.”
<3 Tristan Quotes/Teasers <3
“I’d like to say I love you and mean it. Only,
that isn’t enough to describe what I feel for you… how much you mean to me, Elle.”
“Water’s boring.” Elle traced a finger along my jaw, her passion-filled eyes
trained on my lips. “I’m not looking for boring tonight.”
The anticipation of wanting her jumped to
fucking needing her as she rolled her hips into the pressure against my zipper.
“What is it you’re looking for?”
Elle bent forward, lips teasing mine, and
whispered, “You.”
<3 Elle
Quotes/Teasers <3
"I didn't think I could fall more in
love with you, but you've proven me wrong, Tristan Wade Daniels. I love you.”
His lips curved into a wide smile. "Say
it again.”
I stepped on my tiptoes and leaned in, my
lips a breath away from touching his. I whispered, "I love the way my body
craves more of you. I love the way your hands feel while touching me. I love
the way your lips taste…”
My eyes darted to his lips, and then back to
his eyes.
"I love how much you care. I don't just
love you, but everything about you. I always have, Tristan. I always will.”
He looked up and our gazes met. He was a
beautiful mess, and I loved him so much, but the pain he created… well, I didn't think I'd recover.
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