Title: Lily of the Valley (Flowering, #1.5)
Author: Sarah Daltry
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About the Book:
18+ New
Adult romance
You met them in Forget Me Not. Now, hear Jack’s story.
Plagued by a dark past, Jack sees college
as a way out. Desperate to escape the area where he grew up, the people who
know his secrets, and his own family, he deals with his problems through
alcohol and sex.
When he first sees Lily, she’s the epitome
of everything he hates. Yet something about her makes Jack rethink everything
he knows and assumes about other people. Now, with the help of his best friend
and lover, Jack has to decide if he wants to pursue something that he knows
will only end badly.
Can Lily be one of the few people who can
see Jack for who he really is – or will his darkness be too much for her to
handle?
Little About the Author:
Sarah Daltry writes erotica and romance that
ranges from sweet to steamy. She moves around a lot and has trouble committing
to things. Lily of the Valley is her third full length novel,
although she also has several story collections and two novellas available. Her
other novels are Forget Me Not, the
story that tells Lily’s version of events, and Bitter Fruits, which will
be released by Escape Publishing in December. When Sarah isn’t writing,
she tends to waste a lot of time checking Facebook for pictures of cats,
shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window.
you can find Sarah @ Website - Facebook - Twitter - Pininterest - Tumblr
An Expert :
At work, though, the people
are real. Both the customers and the staff. During the busy times, we get more
douchebags, mostly my classmates who probably should be in the library and not
eating a hangover away. Mal is also on this morning. He’s a recovering
alcoholic, a total asshole to nearly everyone, and an incredibly shitty employee
in a lot of ways. But the dude can cook and when I walk in a couple minutes
late with no explanation, Mal just shrugs and hands me an order.
“Big parties last night?”
“Huge party. I spent the
night reading Dostoevsky.”
“He a scientist?” Mal flips
over the largest slab of ham I have ever seen. For all the sort of dive element
of this place, the food is still fucking great.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Eh. Never cared for all
that mumbo jumbo. Don’t know any of it and I’m doing just fine.”
That’s something else I
admire about Mal. By no one’s standards is he doing just fine. He has a
tendency to fall off the wagon as soon as he approaches his ten month
anniversary – which he has been doing for likely longer than I have been alive.
He’s been married and divorced five times. He has three kids who don’t speak to
him. Finally, he only eats the food from the café and he lives in a motel out
by the prison. Oh – and he works as a short order cook in a shitty café. But in
his mind, life is just fine. Sometimes, I think I need to get a hold of
whatever it is that keeps him from losing his shit.
We settle into our routine,
since there is little Mal and I can talk about. I can’t discuss Raskolnikov’s
character traits and Mal simply has nothing to say. So we cook in silence, but
it’s comfortable. After everything I have been through, I feel a strange
affinity for this place. Even thinking about leaving when I eventually get the
hell out of town makes me a little sad. I hate that it makes me sad. I want to
leave with no connections, with no strings.
I go to stick an order on the counter for Liz
when I see her. Strawberries. She’s with some dude, who is basically what I
pictured when she mentioned her boyfriend. Broad, tan, blond, and eating like a
fucking pig. I don’t know what they’re talking about and I can’t see her face,
but he loves her. It’s immediately recognizable and I hate him for it. I don’t
even know why I hate him for it, since at least maybe he’s not as much of a
dick as I would have expected. If we had been placing bets, I would have gone
with the safe assumption he had something else on the side to make up for
having such a sweet and pure girlfriend. I wonder if maybe she isn’t as
innocent as she looks. The thought makes me horny again. I don’t get what is so
damn attractive about this typical girl, but something makes me want to taste
every inch of her skin.
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