Anything More Than Now by Rebecca Paula | RELEASE DAY LAUNCH
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About Anything More Than Now:
When she’s finally forced to decide what’s next, Reagan is met with another complication — her ex’s best friend, Noah Burke, who seems determined that she embraces what could be instead of what has been.
Drunkenly hooking up with his best friend’s ex, Reagan, is a mistake, but being secretly in love with her is so much worse when things seem one-sided. A disenchanted frat boy about to fail out of college, Noah has been living out someone else’s dream after a horrible accident five years earlier.
Just when he thinks he’s lost any chance he has with Reagan, she surprises him by agreeing to spend the summer together at his family’s ranch in Montana.
And suddenly what started out as a complication between them becomes serious...until the past starts ripping apart their future.
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Exclusive Excerpt:
Noah
Books, that’s all
I notice of her room. That, and Reagan’s reddened eyes glaring back at me.
“You going to let
me in?” I ask, my arms stretched straight against her doorjamb.
She frowns, her
hand clasped tightly over her bedroom door. “No.”
I don’t know if
anything has ever sounded so finite. It feels like shit to be the guy she
doesn’t want. “You’ve known about them, Rea. It shouldn’t be a surprise.” I
look behind me down the stairs, not sure if Ethan or Hunter are still in the
living room. “Let me in.” I lean in, my voice a forced whisper. “I’m not
talking about this out here.”
“I’m not talking
about this at all. Nothing happened.” She glances behind her at the rabbit
bouncing around in its cage as if she wished it were a guard dog.
She can shut down
another day, but not tonight. I wedge myself in the door and step inside.
Reagan clutches
her tea, her shoulders squared against me. “Get out.”
I shut the door
and fall back against the wall. “I will. Tell me again after you set down your
tea and admit you’ll let him go.”
“I don’t have to
tell you anything.”
“Then don’t.” I
close the distance between us, caught up on the sight of her mouth and the
bangs that are too long and hide her eyes. I swear she wears them that way on
purpose.
“Where’s your
paper?” she asks.
“We’re going to
work on that now?”
“Why not? I have
the rest of my life available now.”
I arch my brow.
That’s awfully dramatic, even for her. “It’s a date.”
“How long have you
known about Beau and Matisse?”
“When I moved him
in. It’s pretty fucking obvious.” When she stares back, her eyes wide, I feel
like such an asshole. “Give it up. You’re never going to date him again. You
need me to keep saying it?”
Reagan runs up and
shoves my chest, her forgotten tea spilling all over me. “I don’t know what the
fuck your problem is, but shut up.” She shoves me again, my head knocking back
against her door. “Leave me alone. I want you to fucking stay away from me.”
Her
hands clench at my shirt, her breathing heavy. I open my mouth but she silences
me, pushing me back again. I take it. I take her anger and the broken look
haunting her eyes. I breathe it in because I might not deserve Reagan, but I
deserve her hate.
“Noah,”
she says, her voice shaking.
My
hand slowly slides to hold her waist. Her arms stiffen, pinning me to the door.
“Stay away.”
I grab her cup and
head downstairs to an empty house. I spot the twelve-pack in the kitchen and
haul it back upstairs. She comes out of her bathroom, wiping her face roughly
with the heel of her hands. “I get why you’re flunking now,” she says, walking
around me to sink down onto her mattress. “All this time I thought you were
smart and not applying yourself. You’re just an idiot. Get. Out.”
“Can’t. Hard of hearing.” I crack open a beer and sit on her bed,
beside her. “You’ll be okay, you know?”
“I swear to God,
Noah, if you don’t get off my bed…”
I turn to her,
curious.
Her hands grab my
face, not gentle. There’s nothing gentle about her. She’s a human cactus. Then
her mouth crashes against mine, rough and searching.
And I make the
biggest fucking mistake of my life and kiss her back like I’ve wanted.
Rebecca Paula Bio:
Rebecca writes smart, emotional New Adult and historical romances featuring flawed characters struggling to find their place in the world, from Paris to Portland. She’s a lover of rainy days, an unabashed anglophile, and a devote Earl Grey tea drinker.
She lives in New Hampshire with her husband and their very spoiled cat, Bella. A wanderlust connoisseur, Rebecca can be caught daydreaming about her next travel adventure when not writing.
She is the author of EVERLY AFTER, BETWEEN EVERYTHING AND US, and the upcoming releases ETIQUETTE WITH THE DEVIL, A PROPER SCANDAL, and ANYTHING MORE THAN NOW.
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You can follow her on Twitter @beckapaula or find out more about her and her books at www.rebeccapaula.com.
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