Title: How Not To
Author: Dawn Sawyer
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Editor: My Brother’s Editor
Cover Designer: Michelle Preast
Publication Date: January 18th, 2019
Blurb:
Ari
When you’re young you think you know it all. I was fortunate enough to live in a world where poverty was just something I’d heard of, but never experienced. Until, I took a chance on the boy from the wrong side of the tracks. The chemistry undeniable. Our worlds collided and I fell hard, we both did. I needed him to stay and when he didn’t, it broke my heart. So I grew up and moved on. I didn’t know who I was back then, or what I was up against. But I do now. I won’t make the same mistakes.
Torren
I made mistakes, I thought I knew what I was doing. Turns out sometimes loyalty and stupidity go hand in hand. I took the one thing I needed most and I pushed her away with my actions. Sent her running in the opposite direction is more like it. When fate brings us together again, I desperately want to make things right, prove to her that I’m not that guy anymore. Time has done nothing to put out the fire between us, but she has no plans to let me be a part of her future. I’m about to change that.
Devin Sawyer is a contemporary romance writer who enjoys a bit of dirty humor. If you have a dirty joke, she’s the first one that wants to hear it. She grew up in a small Texas Town and still enjoys the quiet of the country. She started out writing at a young age with moody, depressing, poetry–mostly about unrequited teenage loves. But enough about the dark times…
Now Devin prefers to write witty romantic comedies with hard hitting issues Devin has a master’s in Social work and is independently licensed as a therapist. She finds reading and writing a pleasant escape from real world stressors. Her favorite reads are forbidden love stories.
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“Are you stalking me?”
“Stalking is such a harsh word. I merely like to think of them as long romantic walks that only I’ve agreed to.” He quips. His voice sings of lighthearted intent, but my guard is up.
“What do you want? I don’t have any money on me, you’re better off following the girl in the range rover.” I point off in the distance, assuming there is another girl somewhere in a range rover, because they are a dime a dozen here.
He laughs, as if this was the last thing on his mind, as if I am merely a funny and naïve young girl.
“I don’t want your money.”
Oh my god, he wants my body. He’s totally about to pin me to a wall and take advantage of me. I’ve not prepared for anything like this. My parents kept saying I should enroll in one of those tae kwon do classes or something but I was always convinced I’d never need to know how to karate chop in real life. I pull from my memory the scenes I can of Karate kid, basically anything with Jackie Chan like rush hour, and even that one scene of napoleon dynamite where Kip signs up for Rex-Kwon-Do. I try to wade through the memories of different movies but can’t get past the part where you bow to your sensei.
