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SYNOPSIS:
Maia wants to be free. Free
from the social
obligations, free from the money, free from
the control that her privileged
upbringing has taken from her life. And at
college, she wants to be unseen,
unheard, unnoticed.
Jackson's life has been less than
perfect since
his high school girlfriend took the back
door out of his life, permanently.
After years of subscribing to an existence
of less than gentlemanly behaviour,
he decides to man up and go to college,
promising to be done with random hook
ups and female drama.
They had it all worked out, each
one had a plan.
At least they did...until they
met.
Together they run from everything;
from life,
from happiness, from each other. They are
two people both so scared; of
heartbreak, of repeating past mistakes, of
trusting someone else. Two people
simply scared of
beautiful...
Please note: Scared of Beautiful is
recommended
for mature audiences 18+ due to sexual
content and language
PURCHASE
LINKS:
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EXCERPT:
I didn’t,
however, take into account that when I was trying to be an elusive ice queen,
that I am and probably always will be annoyingly comfortable in Jackson’s
company. After stuffing our faces, we order drinks and relax into the evening,
which as it turns out, flies by with ease. The more scotch I drink, the more
attractive Jackson becomes and my eyes revert more than once to the bulge in
his jeans. If he notices, he doesn’t mention a thing, but does casually adjust
his pants when I lean forward to grab my phone from my bag, or to reapply my
lip-gloss. I know I’m teasing, deliberately bending forward to flash my black
lace bra. I want him to want me. But at the same time, I told him not to. More
than once in the evening I’m distracted by the head versus heart versus vagina
dilemma I have going on.
“This is nice,” Jackson says quietly during our third round of
drinks.
“What?” I ask curiously.
“Having drinks, no pressure. I guess we can be friends after all. Who knew?” He
gives me a cocky sideways grin.
“Easy huh?” I say with mock
offense.
“Not even missing me a little?” I try to sound nonchalant, but the sadness
makes its way past my smile.
“Every day,” he says looking down with sudden interest at the label on his beer
bottle. “If being friends is the only way to see you, then it’s what I’ll gladly
take.”
The conversation stalls right then, because truthfully, there’s nothing either
of us can say. We’re both lying and we know it. This awkwardness, this
conversation, will always be the elephant in the room for
us.
I knock back the contents of my glass and order another. I should stop
drinking. That’s what I should do. We should say goodnight and exit stage left
to our respective lonely beds right fucking now. But neither of us go. Neither
of us can. The Clever Bean around us is alive with the sounds of glasses
clinking and drunken merriment. I knock back the next glass as it lands in my
hand.
“I should go,” I say with hesitation before grabbing my bag.
“I’ll walk you,” Jackson says standing up.
“I’m fine, it’s a few doors down,” I reply with a polite
smile.
Jackson gives me a cocky grin, “Mama said to be a gentleman at all times. Gotta
listen to mama, now.”
I shrug and we walk. The whiskey obviously has had a much stronger effect on me
now that I’m standing up and using my lower extremities. After me missing the
curb twice, Jackson slides an arm around my waist. I would tell him to back
off, but he’s all that’s keeping me walking in a straight line. And he smells
so fucking good, like soap and fresh mint mixed with an ocean breeze.
This half drunk, half lucid state that I’m in is doing nothing to help me
maintain my resolve. I want to fucking leap into Jackson’s arms, wrap my arms
and legs around his person and hold on for dear life. The urge almost brings me
to my knees a few times in our short walk. I stay silent, as I’m not able to trust
myself with whatever could spew verbally from my mouth. Jackson opens my
building door and holds it open for
me.
“Will you be okay from here?” he
asks.
Yes, no, not really, maybe. What the hell do I say? Before my brain formulates
a decent response to the question, my body answers for me, and my traitorous
lips crash into his. Jackson grabs my waist and kisses me as though he’s been
roaming a desert and I’m his oasis, his
water.
“Maia.” My name leaves his lips through the kiss in a guttural moan, and it
sounds so freaking hot. It must be the alcohol affecting me, because every
nerve in my body feels like it’s laced with live
voltage.
Jackson pushes me up against the far wall, and the first thought that pops into
my head is, thank God I don’t have a doorman. My body rocks between the wall
and Jackson, and his hips grind me into the plaster so hard I’m worried for a
moment that I’ll go straight through. Our kisses are feverish, almost
suffocating us, and the air around us electric. He struggles to find bare skin,
practically clawing at my clothing. Without a moment’s hesitation, I reach down
for his belt buckle, my fingers clumsily prying it apart. I want to feel
Jackson so badly that the thought clouds every other in my
mind.
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ABOUT THE
AUTHOR:
Jacqueline Abrahams is the
author alter ego for an ordinary mum to
three children (two human and one
canine) and wife to one husband. Born in
South Africa, she now calls Sydney,
Australia her
home.
A collector all things books
and bookish, she in an avid reader and has
a tiny obsession with filling
bookshelves. When she's not preoccupied
wearing her aspiring author or mummy
hat, she is working her way towards
completing a degree in Primary and
Secondary Teaching (with an English major
of course!)
Scared of Beautiful is her debut new
adult
novel, the first in The Scared
Series.
AUTHOR
LINKS:
Twitter username: @authorjabrahams
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