Title: Flirting with Love (Lovely #1)
Author: Clara Stone
Genre: YA Contemporary Romance 15+ Publication
Date: March 6, 2015
Cover Designed By: Lindee Robinson Photography
~ Synopsis ~
Hudson Lovelly leads a charmed life-successful career,loving family, beautiful wife.
And on the eve of his daughter’s birth, he’s counting his blessings. Life wasn’t always
so generous . . .
Seventeen-year-old Blake never expected to fall for the pretentious, golden-haired
boy on the opposing debate team. But she soon learns that looks can be deceiving,
and not all men exist to disappoint. When a harmless prank starts to turn into
something more, she discovers that sometimes, all it takes is a little Hope for love to
find it’s way.
The day she walks into his life, exploding on the scene like a firecracker, is the day
eighteen-year-old Hudson knows everything is about to change. Quick-witted, Blake
is a prankster with a heart of gold, ensnaring him more than any girl ever has. He’ll
do anything to be with her, even if it means pretending.
But when danger threatens Blake, he can’t conceal his growing affection. Pretending
is no longer an option. They never planned for their friendship to grow into a love
story. But it did. This powerful companion to Forever Kinda Love tells the history of
Hudson and Blake’s love. Laced with haunting emotion and beautiful sentiment, this
is a tale about overcoming even the darkest moments, reminding us all to love more.
Give more.
Without regrets.
Excerpt
I nod and study each of them, until my glance lands on Golden Boy. I narrow my
eyes, glaring at him in the scariest way I can muster. At least, I hope so
anyway.
He stares back, the earlier smile completely vanished. He jumps to his feet and
saunters forward. I gulp, feeling uncertainty stirring in the pit of my stomach, and
my palms sweat from nerves. I don’t know if it’s because of his godly good looks, the
fact he’s towering well over six feet on my five foot seven inches height, or because I
can’t read his all too calming features, but suddenly, I feel like coming over here
wasn’t my best idea.
I watch him as he approaches, slow and confident, like a lion unconcerned by the
presence of a cheetah. His pressed, white button-up shirt stretches across his chest,
and the loose tie around his neck hangs over his unbuttoned collar. His expression is
stoic, but there’s something in his hazel eyes that makes me feel awkward and on
display. He doesn’t exactly scream “bad boy,” but I know there’s something in him
that sizzles just under the surface, a wildness.
He runs his fingers over his perfectly-combed, golden locks and extends his hand for
a handshake, the tendons on his forearm popping below his rolled up sleeve. I stare
at his arm and blink.
“Pleasure to meet you,” he says. His voice is incredibly warm, amused.
When I look up at him, his lips stretch wide in a wicked grin that shines right to his
eyes. I feel light on my feet, like I’m on cloud nine or something.
“Hudson, Blake. Blake, Hudson,” Hope introduces us, reminding me that we aren’t
alone.
“Blake,” Hudson says, like he’s tasting my name on his tongue. “That’s an odd name
for a girl. Don’t you think, Hope?”
That brings me back to earth and lands me on my butt—figuratively speaking, of
course.
“Hudson!” Hope squeals disapprovingly, backhanding him across his chest.
I glare sharply at him, thinning my lips. “Remember this moment, Golden Boy.
Because karma is mighty pissed, and she pays back with interest.”
I don’t give either of them a chance to respond before I pivot and head back toward
my teammates.
Wesley meets me halfway and leans down, asking, “What did you say to them? He
looks like he got hit by lightning.”
I throw a glance over my shoulder and smile at the stunned expression on Hudson’s
face. Good. When I turn back to Wesley, the rest of the team has caught up to us. “It’s
time to bring out the big guns. You guys up for it?”
Murmurs fill the air, almost all in agreement, until Wesley speaks.
“We can’t risk getting caught, Blake.”
I grin. “Oh, trust me, there’s no way we’re getting caught.”
Excitement fizzles around us as the team starts tothrow out ideas. Golden Boy and
the other stuck-up douche-nuts won’t know what hit them.
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About the Author
Clara Stone lives in the beautiful city of Boise, ID. Unlike what most believe about
Idaho, it’s more than a sack full of potatoes. When she’s not writing, you’ll catch
Clara reading YA and NA books, mostly romance, and enjoying time with her family.
She is a proud CW T V addict.
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