Today we are revealing some teasers for an upcoming standalone title from Carrie Aarons. YOU'RE THE ONE I DON'T WANT releases November 15th, and you will not want to miss this second-chance romance.
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You're the One I Don't Want
by Carrie Aarons
Releasing November 15
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Book Blurb:
Love is weakness.
Which is why Annabelle Mills vowed a long time ago to never let it destruct her. A former pageant queen with a bite equally as lethal as her bark, she’s interning at her dream job on the set of the highest-rated home design show on television. Everything in Annabelle’s life, though it may be cold and isolated, is going exactly as she always planned.
Until her ex-high school sweetheart moves to town. The same boy that she cheated on, once upon a time, essentially breaking both of their hearts. But no one knows the full story, and being vulnerable enough to open up about it is not on Annabelle’s checklist.
Hate is fuel.
The kind that courses through Boone Graham’s veins and allows him to shut out everyone around him. As the hottest rookie on Austin’s professional baseball team, he should be spending his days hitting homeruns and signing jerseys. Except he’s seen dreams ripped right out from under those closest to him, leaving them with nothing.
Without a college degree, he’ll never take the risk of pursuing his real dream. But when he runs into the girl who took a mallet to his heart and stopped it beating, attending the same university might just be the biggest challenge he’s faced yet.
As the semester unfolds, the line between love and hate is blurred. And with the amount of baggage stacked between them, together is the last thing they want to be.
That’s the thing about hearts, though. They develop plans all on their own.
Love is weakness.
Which is why Annabelle Mills vowed a long time ago to never let it destruct her. A former pageant queen with a bite equally as lethal as her bark, she’s interning at her dream job on the set of the highest-rated home design show on television. Everything in Annabelle’s life, though it may be cold and isolated, is going exactly as she always planned.
Until her ex-high school sweetheart moves to town. The same boy that she cheated on, once upon a time, essentially breaking both of their hearts. But no one knows the full story, and being vulnerable enough to open up about it is not on Annabelle’s checklist.
Hate is fuel.
The kind that courses through Boone Graham’s veins and allows him to shut out everyone around him. As the hottest rookie on Austin’s professional baseball team, he should be spending his days hitting homeruns and signing jerseys. Except he’s seen dreams ripped right out from under those closest to him, leaving them with nothing.
Without a college degree, he’ll never take the risk of pursuing his real dream. But when he runs into the girl who took a mallet to his heart and stopped it beating, attending the same university might just be the biggest challenge he’s faced yet.
As the semester unfolds, the line between love and hate is blurred. And with the amount of baggage stacked between them, together is the last thing they want to be.
That’s the thing about hearts, though. They develop plans all on their own.
Chapter Six
Boone
I only have an hour in between my workout and the film session
that the hitting coaches want us to attend.
My entire schedule since moving to Austin has been busy as hell
and completely out of whack. Between getting my class schedule figured out,
sprinting across campus to get to the buildings, dealing with my moving
company, figuring out where to park my car in front of my building, practicing
with the Triple-A affiliate team I was drafted to and everything in between …
I’m fucking wiped.
I’ve been scouted for the major leagues
since my sophomore year of high school, so I thought I’d been
semi-prepared for what was to come, but my mind feels like it has been put in a
blender for the last two weeks. I had so not been prepared. It was as if I was
hobbling around in the dark in my new reality, trying to grasp at things before
they moved on me.
I needed to get it the fuck together. I am a professional now and
having a career as a professional baseball player would only get harder from
here.
From the few times I’d visited Austin for tournaments or
the odd family trip, I remember we’d gone to Big Cheese’s
Grill. They boasted the best burgers in town, and it was close enough to campus
that the place was always packed with students and professors alike.
I open the door to the restaurant while glancing at my iWatch to
check the calories versus fat burned during my workout.
And I slam right into a body.
I bounce back, shocked at the person who just rammed into me. I
fumble to hold on to them, to keep our gravity from sending both of us flying.
I fail, and the body falls backward, the door slamming into my back. I absorb
that blow and keep upright, thank God, or I would have been sprawled flat on
top of whoever just plowed into me.
“Seriously?! Watch where you’re going!”
An angry, high-pitched tone fills my ears.
My head is down, trying to collect its scrambled thoughts, as I
reach for whoever I just knocked to the ground. “I’m
so sorry, I didn’t realize you were coming out—”
The air and words leave me as I pull her up. Her hand is still in
mine as we stand face-to-face, my surprise mirrored back at me. Those lips, the
lashes, the eyes a rich, deep, soul-searching brown. The freckles across the
bridge of her nose that make her look more innocent than she actually is.
A current of tension radiates back and forth between our
interlocked hands, and I can smell the glass of wine she must have just drunk
on her breath. It’s sweet with a bite of alcohol, and my
mouth waters for a drink. I haven’t thirsted for alcohol in five years,
yet in one chance meeting, Annabelle has me reaching for a bottle. She’s
poison to me, makes me want to do crazy things. I drop her hand as the thought
crosses my mind, as if she’s burned me.
“You should really watch where you’re going. Or did
you knock me down on purpose?” Annabelle sniffs.
I scoff, “Right, I often go around pushing women
to the ground on purpose. I see the cold hard ice hasn’t melted off your
personality, Annabelle.”
And a woman she is. So much more grown up than I remembered her.
She’d always been beautiful but gone was the gangliness of
teenage years. This is a woman who stands in front of me, curves abound and an
unseen knowledge of the world to match. I couldn’t help but get that
jab in there.
“And I see you’re just as focused on yourself as
ever. You never did care what anyone else was doing, did you, Boone?”
She folds her arms over her chest and my eyes stray to her boobs in a
sizzle of heat between us.
We’re
like a bunch of children fighting like cats and dogs out in the street. How can
she still pull out every insecure and immature trait within me? My brain is
moving seconds slower than it usually does, and I know I’m standing here
staring too long. Even though I hate Annabelle Mills, I can’t
help but memorize every detail about her for the first time I’ve
seen her in about five years.
“Move.”
Annabelle pushes past me, not using any manners, and starts to stalk
down the sidewalk.
Talk about rude. She’d always been aggressive, harsh, and
just a little bit more high-maintenance than any of the other girls. It’s
what had drawn me to her. And then seeing those glimpses of vulnerability, that’s
what had made me stay. It was addicting feeling like you were the only one who
got to see the nice side of the mean girl.
I should walk into the restaurant. I should pick up my to-go
order and drive back to my apartment where I’ll eat a quick
lunch and change and go to the practice facility.
But a flash of Annabelle in the bar the other night dances
through my head. And her callous words just now piss me off even more.
She always did have the perfect way of getting under my skin and driving
me wild. When I’m around her, I forget who I am. I
turn into some raging bull, with a fuse shorter than the bombs Itchy and
Scratchy use on each other.
The stupidest thing I could do right now? Stomp after her,
yelling, in the middle of a crowded downtown street.
So that’s exactly what I do.
“You really haven’t changed a bit!”
Oh, fuck. What am I doing?
Annabelle rolls around, her eyes sparking with rage. “Nope,
still the same cold, heartless bitch you dumped.”
“Yeah, like I said, I can see that.”
Lord, my mama would be so disappointed in me agreeing with a woman that
she was a bitch.
“Well, no one said you had to be around it. You’re
the one who moved to my city. You’re welcome to leave.”
She waves around like I should just get out of here.
I fist my hands in my hair. Christ, she’s so aggravating. “No can do, I’m
getting paid to be here.”
She rolls her eyes. “Like I’m not? Have you
watched TV lately? Or did you take one too many fly balls to the head? I know
there weren’t a lot of brain cells in there to start.”
Fuck her. Now it’s time to really piss her off, get
under her skin like she’s under mine. “Oh, you mean that
show you play house on or whatever? They’ll get bored of you
when the next eye-candy pageant queen comes along.”
I swear Annabelle could spit nails at me if she willed it right
now. “You’re an asshole, Boone Graham. You’ve
only ever cared about yourself and where you want to be. It was silly of me to
think you’d ever think of someone but yourself.”
I drop the anvil. “Says the girl who cheated on me. Who
lost her virginity to another guy.”
People around us are starting to stare, to really look at the two
people arguing openly on the street. It’s not a good idea for me to stick
around any longer; people know who I am on a national level and being seen
fighting with a girl, who someone will inevitably social media stalk and find
out is my ex, is not good publicity.
Except I can’t stop staring into Annabelle’s
eyes. They are furious, yes, but there is something more there. I’ve
really … hurt her. I’m shocked, to be
honest. I didn’t think I could remotely hurt this girl, who self-identifies
as a cold, heartless bitch.
But there it is. The raw flash, miss-it-if-you-blink second of
real pain that flickers through those mocha pools. I open my mouth to say
something, to take it back, maybe apologize, but she speaks first.
“You have no idea.”
Her tone pulls at my heartstrings, it’s low and somber.
And then she melts into the crowd, giving no explanation of what I have no idea
about.
Author of romance novels such as Red Card and Privileged, Carrie Aarons writes books that are just as swoon-worthy as they are sarcastic. A former journalist, she prefers the stories she dreams up, and the yoga pant dress code, much better.
When she isn't writing, Carrie is busy binging reality TV, having a love/hate relationship with cardio, and trying not to burn dinner. She lives in the suburbs of New Jersey with her husband, daughter and dog.
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