Robin York just released the first book in her new adult series, Caroline & West. Find out more about DEEPER below!
Deeper by Robin York
(Caroline & West #1)
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In this New Adult debut by Robin York, a college student is attacked online and must restore her name—and stay clear of a guy who’s wrong for her, but feels so right.
When Caroline Piasecki’s ex-boyfriend posts their sex pictures on the Internet, it destroys her reputation as a nice college girl. Suddenly her once-promising future doesn’t look so bright. Caroline tries to make the pictures disappear, hoping time will bury her shame. Then a guy she barely knows rises to her defense and punches her ex to the ground.
West Leavitt is the last person Caroline needs in her life. Everyone knows he’s shady. Still, Caroline is drawn to his confidence and swagger—even after promising her dad she’ll keep her distance. On late, sleepless nights, Caroline starts wandering into the bakery where West works.
They hang out, they talk, they listen. Though Caroline and West tell each other they’re “just friends,” their feelings intensify until it becomes impossible to pretend. The more complicated her relationship with West gets, the harder Caroline has to struggle to discover what she wants for herself—and the easier it becomes to find the courage she needs to fight back against the people who would judge her.
When all seems lost, sometimes the only place to go is deeper.
“The perfect new adult story . . . West will make you swoon!”—New York Times bestselling author Monica Murphy
“Beautifully written and full of swoony tender moments, toe-curling chemistry, and delicious, twisty angst . . . Stop whatever you’re doing and read this book.”—Christina Lauren, author of the Beautiful Bastard series
Sorry, I get excited when there’s kissing.
In this scene, we’re in Caroline’s point of view. She and West have spent months friend-zoning each other, and they’re still doing it, except that there’s been this accidental kiss.
Okay, an accidental make-out session. Followed by the predictable freakout and West keeping Caroline at a distance.
Now they’ve struck a deal. Twice a week for an hour, they’ll get together and . . . yeah. Because they want to, and because Caroline has talked herself into believing it will be good for her to kiss someone who’s not her ex, Nate.
One hour. Tuesdays and Thursdays. Whatever happens, happens.
But they have to figure out how to get started.
I try to think of something smart to say, or something funny. But those words—trust me—crumple up my confidence and toss it away.
I think, all in a rush, of the reasons I can’t trust. Bad breath and body smells, stuck zippers, biting. The words on the birth-control chart that hangs on the inside door of the bathroom stalls that I’ve meant to look up but never gotten around to. Frottage. Rimming. I don’t know what they mean. I don’t know how many girls West has had sex with, and it seems vitally necessary that I find out so I can compare myself to them unfavorably.
There are condoms in my desk drawer, but they could be the wrong size.
Trust me, he says, and I can’t shut off my brain. Last time we kissed, I was stoned, so it was different. This time I have no defense, no way to hide from how close his eyes are, how much he sees.
It was like this with Nate. Over time I got better about it, but mental flailing was pretty much my constant make-out companion until I figured out that it worked better if I had a few drinks first. Then I tried to plan as many of our sexual encounters as possible for parties.
I’m not sure I’ve ever been kissed at ten in the morning, in the daylight.
I don’t trust it. I don’t trust myself.
“We should have some music,” I blurt.
Then he shoves me.
I’m on my back with West above me, those eyes like smoke, that smart-ass mouth so sure of itself. “Trust me,” he says again, and kisses me.
Then it’s okay.
Way better than okay.
Kissing West is nothing like kissing Nate. His mouth is warm and sure of itself, and it says, Shut up, Caro. Close your eyes. Stop thinking.
I do. I can’t not. With West’s mouth on mine, feeling is the only thing I’m capable of.
We kiss. Time passes, and we kiss.
I wish I had words, if only so I could press them into memory. This hot, wet slide of tongue against tongue, soft lips and angled mouths, fitting and refitting. This wordless beautiful pulse, this damp haze, this foggy, hot, yearning ache.
There are more ways to kiss than anyone ever told me, and I want them all.
I get them. I get West, his mouth, his weight, his smell.
Robin York Bio:
Robin York grew up at a college, went to college, signed on for some more college, and then married a university professor. She still isn’t sure why it didn’t occur to her to write New Adult sooner. Writing as Ruthie Knox, she is a USA TODAY bestselling author of contemporary romance, including RITA-finalists About Last Night and Room at the Inn. She moonlights as a mother, makes killer salted caramels, and sorts out thorny plot problems while running, hiking, or riding her bike.
Author Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7279470.Robin_York
Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/Robin-York/e/B00G194QRC/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
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