Blurb-

Dain has lived a total of ninety-nine different lifetimes and in every single one he has loved the same girl. But now Tara is gone and in her place there stands Bonnie, the complete opposite of Tara. Is Dain’s shot at love over or has he lived all these lives because he has been loving the wrong girl?

EXCERPT-

Oh my God. I held my breath. This was going to happen. The giddiness was almost too much to take, but as she unzipped my pants, I heard a door upstairs open and close with a bang.

We both froze.

Bonnie’s eyes opened wide with obvious terror.

“Holy shit,” I whispered. “Your parents?”

She shook her head and pushed me off of her. “Worse. My brothers.”

I jumped up and scooped up our shirts before I tossed her one. I buttoned my jeans in a mad rush and shook out the shirt as the basement door opened. I glanced at the shirt in my hand, frowned at how tiny it looked, and groaned. Yes, I had tossed Bonnie a shirt, the wrong shirt. As the stairs creaked, I looked over at Bonnie and her enormous eyes widened even more.

“That’s mine,” she whispered, my shirt nearly drowning her body.

I groaned again as two boys stepped into the room and one pair of feet stopped just an inch from a condom that I must have abandoned when Bonnie had pushed me away.

I saw the guys soak in the scene—me with no shirt on, Bonnie swallowed by the wrong one. The taller of the two bent and picked up the condom at his feet. Where was the second condom? Collectively, our gazes moved to my hand where the second condom and Bonnie’s shirt still lingered.

I couldn’t move, other than to let the shirt and the partially opened condom wrapper fall from my hand. Bonnie shut her eyes tight as the condom, of course, landed on top of the shirt.

Both guys frowned angrily as they glared at me. The smaller one, who still stood at six foot something, spoke, “Your fly is open.”

I was dead.

Casse Narome is the alter-ego of a self-proclaimed awesome weirdo who spent her childhood reading and daydreaming. As an adult that is also how she spends her time only now she writes her daydreams down for everyone to read. Casse is never serious, has been accused of wishing her life was a sitcom, laugh track and all, has a bad habit of talking out loud to herself and she is fine with being a little insane. She spends way too much time online, too much money buying books and laughing at her own jokes. You will find her on Twitter being very random and spewing her opinions. When you see her online, tell her to get back to her writing! Or just engage her in a hilarious random conversation. She blogs book reviews and the adventures of being a writer at

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Excerpt #3

“It is no orphanage. Dylan, we have to get her out.”

The weight of his conviction and terror hung heavy in the air and pressed down on me.

“Let’s go.” I turned to toss my dinner bag on the porch.

Suddenly the front door swung open and my dad’s glazed, and blood shot eyes glowered down at me. His fists clenched and his jaw tightened. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

I felt Marco stiffen at my side. “Your dad?”

I nodded. “Yup, my dad.”

I sighed heavily. I did not have time for him to kick my butt tonight.

“Can we take him? I think we can take him.” Marco’s voice was tight as I saw his muscles coiling as his entire body tensed.

I shifted my gaze from Dad to look at Marco and glared at him like he was insane.

“Dude, he’s my dad.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, but it looks to me like you’re the only one who cares about that. He sure as hell doesn’t.”

And as if right on cue, I felt my dad’s fist hit the side of my face closest to him. I stumbled back, off balance from the blow.

“I so don’t have time for this tonight,” I mumbled.

“Agreed.” Marco took a step toward my dad, and for the first time, Dad seemed to notice that there was another guy with me. His eyes widened with obvious fear.

I regained my footing and raced toward them before I threw myself into Dad. My body weight and the fact that he was drunk caused him to lose his balance and both of us fell to the ground. I pushed away from him quickly and got to my feet. Standing over him, but well out of his reach, I waited to see if he was going to get up.

He mumbled and flailed in a drunken rage.

When it was obvious he was too drunk to recover, much less do any more damage, I glanced at Marco. “Are you ready?”

He grinned. “I’m somewhat impressed. Maybe Bonnie didn’t do such a bad job.”

“Shut up and come on.”

Author Bio-

Synopsis:

Hellish Nightmare…

If seventeen-year-old Seth Bradson were to describe his life in two words, those would be the two he’d choose. Seth prefers to cope with his crappy existence by spending his days in a drug-induced haze. But when Ali Carson steps into his life, Seth finds something he’s subconsciously been seeking—a new drug, one that consumes his mind unlike any other.

Love.

In a moment of unforgivable weakness, Seth allows Ali to try crystal meth, his most addictive temptation. This single event begins the unraveling of both their lives and forces Seth to learn the definition of regret the hard way.

REVIEW:

So the subject matter is really what pulled me in. Can you fall in love with a pot smoking kid from a bad home? Yes. Oh wait that was for me too and my answer is also YES! Seth is not a bad kid. He has a bad mother and brother, but really he needs love! When he meets the “new” girl Ali he just falls hard. I loved the way they were portrayed. Seth was doing his thing, but the guy was smart. He knew how things were and he knew what he could do and what he couldn’t do. He his brother and his Mom become addicts to drugs and alcohol. He certainly knew that he had limits, right or wrong, he did have limits. I feel like he spoke to me and I related to his need to survive.

The best was Ali and how her Dad, a cop, was oblivious to her smoking and getting high. Her Mom was a writer and in her own little world. What things appear to be are not so. The need to wake up and understand this happens so much more than you realize. She kept it hidden and poor Seth was so in love with her he didn’t see what I saw. I think if it was not Seth, she would have done what she did with someone else. She has a draw to that lifestyle.

Yes it was loaded with drama, but you have to read it! The underlying intelligence of Seth has to be read, as the love story. No matter what read it for that! Just read it! Nothing I say about the drug abuse and lifestyle will make sense to anyone unless they see it from Seth’s POV. It does NOT glorify this at all, if anything some people may get educated and that is the message I want to send.

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Author Bio:

Jennifer Snyder lives in North Carolina were she spends most of her time writing young adult fiction, reading, and struggling to stay on top of housework. She is an instant coffee lover with an obsession for spiral bound notebooks and smooth writing pens. Jennifer lives with her husband and two children, who endure listening to songs that spur inspiration on repeat and tolerate her love for all paranormal, teenage-targeted TV shows.

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