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BLURB FOR PUSH:
I feel like I am wrapped in a cyclone. Everything is whirling around
me, drawing the air out of my lungs and filling me with the best kind of
turmoil. Every time his tongue slides against mine, a prickle in my gut tells
me how right we are together. How much I need David. How much I need us.
I hope the cyclone never stops.
Emma Searfoss has spent a lifetime trying to escape her abusive
stepfather. It's why she moved far away from home. It's why she's kept no ties
with her remaining family. And it's why she's got a major rage problem. When
her neighbor shows up to fix the kitchen in her new apartment, his enigmatic
charm calms the fire in her. David is cool and collected, and he makes Emma
feel safe for the first time ever. But David has his own chilling past—his six
previous girlfriends have all disappeared without a trace. Emma's walking a
dangerous line, but David's pull is intoxicating. And impossible to resist…
Excerpt of PUSH by Claire Wallis
"Hey," I say. "Everything okay?" He
looks a little shaken. Or maybe I am just overly sensitive because of last
night's online revelation. I don't know.
"Yeah. Everything's fine," he says with
resignation. "I was just talking to Carl. We’re thinking of moving our poker
game to different digs, and he isn't happy about it. That’s what Brad and I had
to deal with yesterday. Carl can't fucking stumble home drunk if we go to this
new place. He's such an ass."
"Yeah, I only met him twice, but he definitely set off
my ass alarm. I can spot them a mile away."
David's face lightens immediately. "Ass alarm, huh? Is
that like Gay-dar?"
"Yeah, kinda. Only an ass alarm is far more valuable.
Keeps out the riffraff." I am smiling now, and David's head sinks to his
chest and shakes back and forth. I think he is laughing at me, and frankly, I
deserve it. Ass alarm. God, I am a loser.
"Good to know you've got one of those. I'll have to
watch myself," he says, raising his head. "I guess all those
shitty-ass boyfriends you had really lit it up, didn’t they?"
"Like a goddamned Christmas tree."
He is grinning again and shaking his head. I turn around and
walk back into my apartment. I hear him follow me and close the door behind
him.
"So, we still on for dinner tonight?" he asks.
"You wanna just stay in and get some pizza or something?"
"Sure," I say, stopping short of the kitchen and
turning to him, "and maybe we can watch one of the hundreds of man movies
you've got up there. It was like a big box of testosterone. I grew hair on my
chest just looking at them." I am teasing him, and I'm not quite sure how
he is going to take it.
"Hair on your chest, huh? You should check out the
other box of movies I've got up there. They'll make your hairy chest
blush." Ahhh, so he does have a box of porn. I knew it.
"I doubt it. My brothers got the best of me already on
that front. I stopped blushing at porn when I was eleven."
I don't think David knows what to say in response to my
remark, so instead of talking, he comes over, wraps his arms around me, and
kisses the top of my head. He holds me like this for a minute or two, then lets
go and steps back.
"I'm sorry," he says.
We spend the evening eating pizza and watching Dirty Harry. When the movie is over, we
sit on my couch, talking. We talk about our favorite movies, our middle names
and our mutual love of Cheetos. David makes me laugh. Makes me feel at home.
Makes me feel comfortable in my own company. There is something about him that
is so real, so solid. He is soothing, which sounds utterly ridiculous, but I
don't know how else to describe his temperament. I feel natural talking to him.
It is genuine and sincere. And even though I am looking for sorrow, I don't see
a single hint of it. At least not when he is with me. He is right. We are
pretty great together.
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About the Author:
Claire Wallis has penned hundreds of magazine and newspaper articles over the last ten years, with science playing the lead role in almost all of them. Though non-fiction writing will forever be her first love, fiction has unexpectedly swooped in, hooked her by the soul, and become her true love. As a result of this coup d’état, Claire’s writing career has made a complete U-turn, and instead of rocks, plants, insects, and microbes, she is now putting human characters in the lead.
Claire’s previous jobs include working at a limestone quarry, hawking vegetables at a farmer’s market, clerking at the dollar store, and convincing new mothers that they need to renew their subscription to that parenting magazine in order for their child to survive. She lives in Pennsylvania with her amazingly awesome husband and son.
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