Publication: June 3, 2014
By: William Morrow Impulse
Kat Caruso wishes her
brain had a return policy, or at least a complaint hot-line. The
defective organ is constantly distracted, terrible at statistics, and
absolutely flooded with inappropriate thoughts about her boyfriendās
gorgeous best friend, Alecā¦who just so happens to be her brand new math
tutor. Who knew nerd was so hot?
Kat usually goes through tutors like she does boyfriendsāboth always seem to bail when they realize how hopeless she is. Itās safer for her heart to keep everyone at armās reach. But Alec is always stepping just a little too close.
Alec Stone should not be fantasizing about Kat. Sheās adorable, unbelievably witty, and completely off limits. Heād never stab his best friend in the backā¦
But when secrets are revealed, the lines of loyalty are blurred. To make it count, Alec must learn messy human emotions canāt be solved like a trigonometry function. And Kat has to trust Alec may be the first guy to want her for who she is, and not in spite of it.
Kat usually goes through tutors like she does boyfriendsāboth always seem to bail when they realize how hopeless she is. Itās safer for her heart to keep everyone at armās reach. But Alec is always stepping just a little too close.
Alec Stone should not be fantasizing about Kat. Sheās adorable, unbelievably witty, and completely off limits. Heād never stab his best friend in the backā¦
But when secrets are revealed, the lines of loyalty are blurred. To make it count, Alec must learn messy human emotions canāt be solved like a trigonometry function. And Kat has to trust Alec may be the first guy to want her for who she is, and not in spite of it.
Excerpt:
Kat gathered her books and stuffed them into her plaid Burberry messenger bag, then headed toward the front doors, smoothie from the library snack shop in hand. Head bent, fiddling with the clasp of her bag, she stumbled into a wall of human on the pavement outside.
āOh, Iām sorryāā Her voice dropped out when she realized the solid flesh belonged to Alec, Maxās best friend.
Sheād only met him once or twice before heād moved in with Max this semester and every time, he cocked his eyebrow with a half frown like he knew something she didnāt. Which he actually did, since he had brainy superpowers. Smarter than a speeding Einstein. Able to leap over C-minus students like her in a single bound.
She didnāt trust people that smart. And she didnāt trust a guy who didnāt ogle her ass or leer at her boobs like every other member of the straight male species on the planet.
Right now, that raised-eyebrow frown pinned her where she stood. His pale green eyes behind thick black frames roamed over her shoulder to the library and then back to her. With his pin-stripe button-down, dark jeans with Converse shoes and hair styled in a short, messy pompadour, he looked like a nerdy Elvis.
His frown morphed into a smile when he spotted the smoothie in her hand, and she definitely didnāt notice his full lips. āYou know, you donāt have to venture into the forbidden zone just to get a smoothie.ā
Oooh. The jerk. She glanced around surreptitiously, then leaned in and spoke in a low voice. āJust play it cool. Donāt let it slip someone like me snuck in the library.ā She gripped his forearm and whispered. āPassword today is rosebud.ā
His face blanked and he looked at her like heād never seen her before. Kat debated whether or not that was an improvement over his other look.
But then those intelligent eyes narrowed and a smirk curled his lips. āI know. We nerds get an e-mail every morning.ā
See? He always needed the last word. She propped a hand on her hip and leaned in. āWell, sounds like you have a mole. Might want to look into that.ā
He opened his mouth but she cut him off. āJust looking out for you guys. Anyway, see ya around!ā
Before he could shoot back a snarky comeback, Kat skirted around him and bounded down the stairs. She chalked that up as Kat 1, Alec 0.
Author bio:
MEGAN ERICKSON grew up in a family that averages 5ā3ā on a good day and started writing to create characters who could reach the top kitchen shelf.
Sheās got a couple of tattoos, has a thing for gladiators and has been called a crazy cat lady. After working as a journalist for years, she decided she liked creating her own endings better and switched back to fiction.
She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, two kids and two cats. And no, she still canāt reach the stupid top shelf.
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