Author, Amy Daws
released A Broken Us
but now she’s
clock to go back
to where it all began…
THE PREQUEL TO A BROKEN US:
College love never hurt so good.
The dreaded friend-zone…
The last place I ever want to be with college basketball God, Jake LaShae.
I am losing my mind trying to figure out what this gorgeous
and confident man wants from me.
I need to break through his walls.
What is it about me that makes him not go there? What am I lacking?
When a mind-blowing betrayal knocks the wind out of me,
and I think I can’t feel any lower…Brody stumbles into my path—barefoot no less,
and sexy as hell. His direct and mouth-watering swagger is a breath of fresh air.
The feelings this man gives me are like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
But Brody has a past.
A past that makes it nearly impossible for him to trust me and let us
become us in whatever capacity that may be.
Just when Brody and I truly connect,
just when I think that finding my soul-mate in college isn’t a total joke,
Jake comes back into my life…and messes things up…possibly for good.
I look back out the window and am floored when I see Brody standing there with a big goofy grin on his face. I stand up in shock and walk through a row of computers closer to the window to figure out what’s going on.
He smiles even bigger as I approach, then holds up a finger, indicating to wait one minute.
He fumbles in his backpack lying on the ground next to him, and presses a white sheet of paper up against the window. I squint to read it.
I FORGOT TO GET YOUR NUMBER.
I laugh out loud at his message, to which Parni and a few other students look up at me and train their eyes on the Brody Spectacle as well. I run back to my desk, grab a notebook, and quickly write my number down. I return to Brody’s eager eyes and hold my paper up. We’re now separated by two feet and one pane of glass.
He smiles, then quickly grabs his phone out of his pocket and enters my digits. He holds up one finger again, and reaches into his bag and presses another sign against the window.
DOES THIS MEAN I CAN CALL YOU?
I laugh out loud again.
“Oh for the love of God!” Parni reprimands, but I ignore her and nod enthusiastically to Brody’s dark blue eyes. He reaches into his bag and pulls out another piece of paper.
JUST MAKING SURE.
I continue shamelessly beaming back at him, and he swaps his paper with another.
YOU LIKE SAILING?
I furrow my brow and shrug my shoulders, unsure how to answer that.
He shakes his head and gives me a look that he’s disgusted. I laugh out loud at his adorably comedic expression.
SERIOUSLY, WHO SAILS?
Before I can even get a chance to laugh again he presses another sign up against the window.
I MADE GOOD USE OF MY TIME IN CLASS TODAY.
I give him my best impressed look.
I’LL CALL YOU.
I bite my lip and nod, returning his wave goodbye. I turn on my heel and my Brody-buzz is pummeled at the sight of Jake standing in the doorway with a brown bag of food in hand, looking visibly shaken. We lock eyes and my smile fades instantly at his somber expression.
“This silent game of flirting we’ve been playing for nearly a month now is the epitome of the word bittersweet. Bitter because we don’t speak – sweet because I don’t ever want it to stop.”
“Now I, on the other hand, am going to end up married to a gay man. My vajayjay will shrivel up and die because it won’t be properly serviced. I’ll die alone with my fifty cats, my sewing machine, and one fiercely designed moo-moo.”
“’Was that a Dexter reference?’ he asks, with a deadly serious expression. ‘Or do you simply know what a dark passenger is because you are truly possessed?’”
“Okay, he hasn’t said a word to me since you guys went into the other room. Now first thing he says is that I’m a beautiful eater. Honestly, Fin, if Brody is this weird, I have serious fears for your taste in men.”
“I don’t need you to be perfect. I just need you to be mine. It’s okay for us not to be perfect.”
“There is always time for makeup sex. You make time for makeup sex. It says so in the title.”
I had highlighted so many cleverly written passages as favorites, it was extremely difficult to narrow it down to a half-dozen. Amy Daws has mad skills. Her humor is smart, and used in an agile manner. Her writing is entertaining, absorbing, smooth, and addictive. I could not willingly stop reading, and woke this morning with my kindle on my chest. She aptly captured the feel, thrall, obsession, and devastation of college crushes and early love. And her sensual scenes – smokin’ hawt. Oh to be young and besotted again… how I miss those salad days!
*If you’re new to Amy Daws…we recommend reading this new release, Becoming Us, first and, A Broken Us, second! Though they can be read in any order. 🙂
Amy lives in South Dakota with her husband, Kevin, and their miracle daughter, Lorelei. The long-awaited birth of Lorelei is what inspired Amy’s first book, Chasing Hope, and her passion for writing. Amy’s contemporary romance books are a part of the The London Lover Series and currently have two installments out with more to come. Amy’s inspiration for writing is and always will be her six precious angel babies and her daughter. On most nights, you can find Amy and her family dancing to Strawberry Shortcake’s theme song or stuffing themselves inside children’s-sized playhouses because there is nothing they wouldn’t do for their little miracle.