EXCERPT My perception of Carly was sweet and innocent and fragile. She was those things, but she was a whole lot more. And fuck if it wasn’t a total turn-on. Watching her ride today, with easy confidence, I got the impression she could do anything. She looked so fucking capable on that bike, like she’d been absent the day they dished out limitations and fears. I was almost intimidated by her. Worse, I liked her more every minute I spent with her. I pulled up to the restaurant, we walked in and grabbed a booth without speaking. Carly picked up the menu but was looking at me. “You’re quiet.” “I’m always quiet.” “No, you’re thinking about something. Spill it.” Why the fuck did I promise myself I’d be honest with her? “Why are you single?” “Being a cop’s daughter isn’t conducive to dating.” Yeah, not it. “He wasn’t that intimidating…. Read more »
Author: Sybil Bartel
Sybil grew up in Northern California with her head in a book and her feet in the sand. She used to dream of becoming a painter but the heady scent of libraries with their shelves full of books about wistful summer days and first loves drew her into the world of storytelling. Her true literary love is the New Adult genre but really, any story about a love so desperately wrong and impossibly beautiful, makes her swoon.
Sybil now resides in Southern Florida and while she doesn't get to read as much as she likes, she still buries her toes in the sand. If she's not writing or fighting to contain the banana plantation in her backyard, you can find her spending time with her handsomely tattooed husband, her brilliantly practical son and a mischievous miniature boxer who stole her heart.