Forfeiting Adam goes live on all ebook sellers TOMORROW! I'm totally excited and nervous. Remind me to breath in the comments! Ha.
Here's a link to yesterday's post with an excerpt of Chapter 1.
Adam drummed his fingers on the table. I was pretty proud of myself for recognizing the action as a sign that he was thinking. “Mine are split evenly across the week. My foreign language requires tutoring.” He pretended to gag.
“Engineering doesn’t have a language require…”
Maurice plopped onto the bench seat beside me. “Hello lovebirds. What song are you singing?” He grinned and sipped his drink.
I rolled my eyes. Maurice had been hinting that he wanted to meet Adam for weeks now. Of course, the moment he catches me outside of Leach, he would simply ambush me. “Adam, this is Maurice, aka Leach’s gossip mongrel.”
Maurice ignored Adam’s extended hand. “Hmm, she’s not giving you the whole picture, Eye-candy.”
I glared at Maurice aghast at the nickname he had assigned to Adam. It was fine for me to think of Adam as a hot hunk, but I did not want Maurice commenting on his appearance.
In typical Maurice fashion, he ignored my outrage. Instead he said, “I’m more like the resident watch dog. I know everything.”
“Um, it’s nice to meet you,” Adam said. His brows rose as he took in Maurice’s large smile and my horrified expression.
“Oh, yes, nice to meet you, blah, blah, blah.” Maurice waved a hand around indicating his real interest level in casual chitchat. “So, Edee’s been mum on all the details…”
This was going from bad to awful fast. Knowing drastic action was required, I scooted out of the booth nearly tripping in my haste. “It’s time we got going. Midterms to study for…”
Sure it was lame. Neither of them bought it. Maurice leveled a pointed look at Adam, and without looking at me, he said, “Edee needs to use the ladies before you go. Right girl?”
Adam assessed the rather large man sitting across from him. Maurice, because of his tendency to wear pastel plaid shorts and a matching polo, generally left people reeling. He looked like a smoothed faced, dark skinned golfer dressed by his grandmother. I mean how scary can such a person be, right? But then he would open his mouth and subject the unwary to a blistering assessment.
I was swimming in anxiety as Adam, with an expressionless face, calmly replied, “It’s ok. I’ll wait.”
They had backed me into a corner. If I stayed, it meant I was babying Adam. While leaving Adam alone with Maurice might be an epically bad idea, I could not see a way around it. Not when Adam had already agreed.
I walked away. At the restroom door I glanced back; both men watched me. Adam looked resolute which gave me hope that he would still be there when I came out.
That's the first half of Chapter 2. The second half will be up here tomorrow.
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This is an excerpt from my newest book, Forfeiting Adam. This is the second book in the Smith & Guy University series and follows the growing relationship between Edee Davinroy and Adam Jameson during their sophomore year.
For a non-religious person, the entire church thing was weird, but I did like talking and eating afterwards, even if I wasn’t actually a member of the group.
Once the group dwindled, Adam, my boyfriend of three weeks, and I were left alone. We’re still in the “getting to know you” phase. A fact which surprised and thoroughly tickled me. Today’s topic seemed to be “Embarrassing Things.”
“You passed out?” Adam asked with a guffaw.
Adam rocked in his seat. “Do you have a history of passing out?”
I shrugged. “Nope. It’s happened twice but the last time was solely about food.”
A sage nod. “Ahh. Low blood sugar?”
“Right. My mom’s got that. Has to eat every few hours or she gets shaky.” Adam sent a critical look my way. “But that’s not why you passed out at the interview, is it?”
I hate that I have no control over my blushes. Their appearance is so less than helpful. “Yeah, well, it was easier to say I hadn’t eaten than admit reality.”
Adam grinned and leaned across the table to whisper, “And what’s the real reason? You can tell me.”
Damn blushes, I thought with a sigh then answered, “The blood.”
Adam failed to choke back a laugh.
Hands on hips despite the fact that I was sitting, I hissed at him, “Oh, come on. The job required me to draw blood from a rodent. How would it look if I keeled over every time?”
“Sorry. It’s not funny.” His attempt to stop laughing only resulted in more of it. “Except that it is since lots of people pass out around blood.”
He rubbed his hands together, like he was preparing to share the biggest secret. “The star quarterback at my high school hit the floor over a flu shot. A flu shot. Took out three cheerleaders who were clinging to him for ‘support.’”
Ok, that was funny. “Sure they were.”
“At any rate, its not a big deal.” Adam glanced away with a muttered, “Not eating though, that’s a big deal, depending on stuff.”
I leaned my head to one side. “Stuff like an eating disorder? Or stuff like too poor to buy food?”
His eyes met mine as he nodded. “Yeah. The serious stuff that people don’t like to talk about.”
I didn’t know enough about his past to ask if he’d suffered from one or both of those. I wasn’t comfortable enough yet to pry. “Harper went through a phase where she didn’t eat. Wanted to lose weight. I ruined it. Brought extra food to school. Called her mom.”
Adam’s lips quirked up. “I’ll bet you did. So tell me, Edee, how long’d she last?”
“About two weeks.”
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