Stephanie Lawton writes gripping tales of angst as characters move into adulthood. Her tales tantalize and shock yet leave you wanting more. We are so excited to bring to you the first in her Crestlane County Series- Shelf Life...
It’s impossible to focus on college biology when your family believes doomsday is imminent and the government is out to get you.
All Pete Wilson’s ever wanted is to become a veterinarian, but those dreams are going up in flames. Commuting to an urban college and helping his parents with their apocalyptic prepper crap is more than he can handle.
Worse, Pete’s asshole neighbor is stirring up trouble, his family’s stockpile has been destroyed and farm animals are turning up dead.
Lindsey Linger is the tomboy sister of his best friend. Now a sexy spitfire, she and Pete are liable to set the barn ablaze as their romance finally heats up. But she’s hiding a terrible secret, and rural life isn’t all bonfires and hayloft romps. That becomes clear one icy winter night when the survival of everyone Pete loves hangs in the balance.
Can Pete be the hero they need, or will this be the end of the world as he knows it?
*Mature situations and sexual content - recommended for ages 17+*
All Pete Wilson’s ever wanted is to become a veterinarian, but those dreams are going up in flames. Commuting to an urban college and helping his parents with their apocalyptic prepper crap is more than he can handle.
Worse, Pete’s asshole neighbor is stirring up trouble, his family’s stockpile has been destroyed and farm animals are turning up dead.
Lindsey Linger is the tomboy sister of his best friend. Now a sexy spitfire, she and Pete are liable to set the barn ablaze as their romance finally heats up. But she’s hiding a terrible secret, and rural life isn’t all bonfires and hayloft romps. That becomes clear one icy winter night when the survival of everyone Pete loves hangs in the balance.
Can Pete be the hero they need, or will this be the end of the world as he knows it?
*Mature situations and sexual content - recommended for ages 17+*
Excerpt...
Her skin is smooth and warm under my callused fingertips, but she doesn’t flinch, doesn’t pull away or anything. Under the shirt was a good decision. Soft flesh glides under my thumbs when I brush them under her ribcage and I think this may be my favorite spot on a girl’s body. Still, nothing wrong with exploring a bit more. While my hands wander, I open one eye to peek at Lindsey’s face. I want to learn how it looks close to mine and commit it to memory. Long lashes brush her cheek, and her naked eyelids are the colors of an autumn sunset. What really gets me though, what really makes my heart jump up and down, are her freckles. This close, I can count them. I can touch them. Hell, I could lick them if I was sure it wouldn’t freak her out.
I smile against her lips and close my eyes again to concentrate on the feel of her mouth. Yeah, her lips are soft, but that doesn’t quite cover how good they feel against mine and the way my tongue glides over them, past them, and against her tongue. My God, her tongue. It’s smooth, but the top is slightly rough, just enough that I wonder how it would feel running up and down… I’m getting ahead of myself. I pull away from her and suck in a shaky breath.
“Holy shit, Lindsey. Why did we wait so long?”
She smirks. “You mean why did you wait so long?”
“Well, yeah. Can we do it again?”
“First, you have to tell me something.”
“Anything,” I reply, without thinking twice. I’d tell her absolutely anything, even if she wants to hear those three little words. They’d be true, and they’ve been true since the first time she tucked a kitchen towel into the back of her shirt and flew around my living room with me and Lewis, superhero-style. We were eight. It hits me that I’ve loved her for an entire decade. What the hell did take me so long?
“Was that your first real kiss?”
I smile against her lips and close my eyes again to concentrate on the feel of her mouth. Yeah, her lips are soft, but that doesn’t quite cover how good they feel against mine and the way my tongue glides over them, past them, and against her tongue. My God, her tongue. It’s smooth, but the top is slightly rough, just enough that I wonder how it would feel running up and down… I’m getting ahead of myself. I pull away from her and suck in a shaky breath.
“Holy shit, Lindsey. Why did we wait so long?”
She smirks. “You mean why did you wait so long?”
“Well, yeah. Can we do it again?”
“First, you have to tell me something.”
“Anything,” I reply, without thinking twice. I’d tell her absolutely anything, even if she wants to hear those three little words. They’d be true, and they’ve been true since the first time she tucked a kitchen towel into the back of her shirt and flew around my living room with me and Lewis, superhero-style. We were eight. It hits me that I’ve loved her for an entire decade. What the hell did take me so long?
“Was that your first real kiss?”
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