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jade4813 · 5 years ago

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The Lies We Tell Ourselves, Chapter 9

Fandom: Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist

Title: The Lies We Tell Ourselves

Rating: PG (I’m assuming it’ll stay there?)

Pairing: Zoey/Max

Synopsis: Max would do anything for Zoey. Including posing as her fake boyfriend to give her father one last “big moment” to celebrate with her. Nothing could possibly go wrong. After all, it’s only his heart that stands to be broken. Right?

Chapter: 9/?

Author’s Notes: Takes place after Zoey’s Extraordinary Glitch.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

“Hey, guys. Sorry we’re a little late. You didn’t start the movie without us?” Zoey asked as she opened her parents’ front door and walked inside. Reluctantly, she shrugged out of the coat he’d wrapped her in, wishing she could think of an excuse to keep it on. She didn’t really need the warmth, but it smelled like him and so it brought her a measure of comfort. She turned to ask him if he wanted it back, but he was looking in the other direction, and she wasn’t strong enough to get his attention. So, instead, she hung it in the coat closet.

“Of course not,” her mom replied cheerfully, giving her a hug. “Your dad decided he wanted to start with charades anyway. I decided to have a little fun with it, so tonight’s theme is movie titles. Max, everyone’s in the other room, setting up, if you want to go on in.”

He brushed her, heading into the living room, and Zoey found herself starting at his back with such longing, it took her breath away. What would he do if she called out to him? Asked him to come back? Told him she needed him to hold her?

Maggie made a soft sound. “Zoey, I was just about to grab drinks for everyone. Do you want to help me?”

“Is this another one of those things where you pretend you need my help, but secretly you want to grill me about something?” she asked dubiously as she followed her mom into the kitchen.

“Of course not!” Maggie lied smoothly. Then, her eyes wide with deceptive innocence, she asked, “Why? Is there something I need to grill you about?”

She reached into the refrigerator with a sigh as she asked morosely, “If I said no, would you believe me?”

Maggie reached for some glasses. “I’m your mother; of course I would believe you,” she answered. “And I wouldn’t even think of mentioning the fact that you look like you’ve been crying. Or the way Max was looking at you until you turned to look at him. Or the way you looked at him when his back was turned.”

“He was looking at me?” she asked in a tiny, hopeful voice.

“Zoey, what is going on? Is everything okay with you two?” she asked, in lieu of answering the question.

Her shoulders slumping, she admitted softly, “I don’t know what to say, Mom. I…I screwed up, and I hurt him. A lot. He’s…he’s giving up on me, and I just don’t know how to fix it.” She felt the urge to cry again, but she fought back the tears, scared that if she cried now – in front of her mother – she wouldn’t be able to stop.

Maggie gave her a sympathetic look. “I can’t imagine you did anything as bad as all that.”

Resting her shoulders on the counter, she placed her chin in one hand and threw her mother a morose look. “I wouldn’t be too sure about that.”

“Have you tried talking to him?”

“I’ve tried! But he doesn’t believe me, and I don’t know how to make him! What if I can’t, and I lose him completely? I can’t even imagine my life without Max.”

Putting the glasses on the counter, her mother wrapped her in a tight hug. “Oh, Zoey. I know it’s hard, and you’re scared, but if there’s one thing I don’t doubt for a second, it’s how much the two of you love each other. And if there’s one thing that I’ve learned from a lifetime of loving your father, it’s that as long as you love each other, you can work through this together.”

Zoey pulled back and threw her mother a skeptical look. “I appreciate the advice, but I don’t think you and dad ever screwed up as badly as I just screwed things up with Max.”

Her mom laughed. “I know it seems like that now, but we were still so young when we met; we still had so many things we had to learn. You don’t think we ever did anything stupid or thoughtless? That I never worried that I’d driven your father so crazy, he might just be done with me?”

“But…you guys always have always seemed so solid! You have, like, the perfect marriage!”

Maggie snorted. “Oh, sure, it seems like that now, but it took us some time to get there. You know how Mitch loves his big moments? Well, we’d only been dating for a couple months and he decided he wanted to take me to a basketball game and do this huge gesture using the Jumbotron. In retrospect, it was very sweet, but I wasn’t really ready for anything like that.”

As Maggie dropped her arms and started to gather the drinks onto a tray, Zoey asked, “But you love those big gestures!”

“I do now! But back then, it was so different from anything I’d been used to. I mean, when you’re having an affair with a married man, you don’t really do big gestures. It’s more discrete sneaking around and clandestine rendezvous. So, needless to say, I didn’t respond very well, and we ended up having a huge argument.”

Zoey bit her lip. “So how did the two of you get through it?”

Lifting the tray and turning towards the living room, her mom replied, “We remembered how much we loved each other, and holding on to that was more important than any argument we could have.”

Grabbing the two bottles of beer her mom couldn’t fit on the tray, Zoey followed her into the other room. As she walked in, she saw Max sitting on the couch, next to her dad. Emily was standing in front of him, and Zoey watched as she took his hand and pressed it against her stomach. “Do you feel it?”

If Zoey didn’t love him already, she thought she would have fallen for him all over again when she saw the look of wonder on his face at the feel of the baby’s kick. “Emily, that’s…incredible. Thank you.”

Oblivious to her daughter’s emotional turmoil, Maggie walked towards the group, calling cheerfully, “Okay, who needs a drink? Max, how about a beer?”

“Ah, sure,” he agreed, pulling his hand off Emily’s stomach and throwing Maggie a smile. “Thank you.”

“Oh, gee. I don’t seem to have one,” Maggie replied, the regret in her voice a little over-the-top as she thrust the only one on her tray into David’s hand.

Somewhat startled, David began to protest, “Actually, I was going to ask for -” Since Maggie’s back was to Zoey, she couldn’t see the look on her mother’s face. But whatever David saw there, he wisely changed course. “A beer, of course. Thank you.”

Plowing ahead, Maggie continued brightly, “But I think Zoey has a beer for you. Zoey?”

Max watched as Zoey, blushing bright red, crept forward, holding out one of the bottles for him to take. It was all he could do not to laugh aloud at Maggie’s not-so-subtle maneuvering. He didn’t know what the two had talked about in the kitchen, but he’d learned long ago that nothing much got past the heads of the Clarke family. But knowing Zoey as he did, he also knew she was equal parts touched and desperate to set herself on fire, so he threw her a week and a cheeky grin, mouthing, “Subtle.”

“Sorry,” she mouthed back, blushing even brighter red if that were possible, but he just shook his head slightly, silently reassuring her. She handed over his drink, and he let his hand linger a little longer than necessary when it brushed against hers.

“Okay, now that I have the beer I definitely wanted, let’s get this party started!” David interjected cheerfully, rubbing his hands together. “Zoey and Max, Emily and I are willing to take pity on you this time and let you go first. It’s the least we can do, since we’re about to totally obliterate you.” It was possible David took charades a little too seriously.

Max snorted. “You say that, but you’re going to need that beer to have something to cry into when we’re done with you,” he joked in return. “Zoey, swee –” He caught himself mid-endearment, choked slightly when he realized what he was saying and the word got caught in the back of his throat, then tried to continue when he remembered that it was just the sort of thing that would continue to sell their fictional relationship. “-eetheart,” he finished, the word tumbling awkwardly off his tongue, broken in half by a strange hiccup in the middle. With a strangled cough, he tried to recover. “Do you want to go first?”

He’d seen Zoey flinch when he mangled the pet name, but she plastered a smile on her face and nodded. “Of course.” She took a quick drink of her beer, then he watched as she reached into the bowl and grabbed a piece of paper, giving it a quick glance before tossing it aside.

God, she was so beautiful.

He shook his head, trying to dislodge the thought. If he was ever going to convince his heart that it didn’t love her anymore, he had to stop thinking like that. Though he imagined the heat death of the universe would happen before he managed to fall out of love with her, he had to try. Picking at the peeling label on his beer bottle, he pondered the cute girl at the gym that flirted with him every time he came in. It probably wouldn’t be fair to ask her out just yet, but maybe one day…

He shouldn’t be thinking about this now. Not in front of her parents, when they were supposed to be pretending to be a couple. The more he thought about it, the more miserable he became, and he was struggling as it was to smile and keep up the act. When all this was over, he was going to need to ask Zoey for a break. He needed to take some time to get his head in order. As much as he kept telling himself to close off his heart and keep his distance, one look in her eyes shattered his resolve. When she cried, his body ached to do anything he could to take away her pain. Which only left him with his own.

Lost in thought, he didn’t hear what David said, but he chuckled softly when he heard the rest of her family laughing in response. Rubbing his hand across his forehead, he tried to stifle his melancholy sigh. He had to pull his mind off her, off his heartache, off the bewilderment he felt when he tried to decide which was worse – the ache in his chest now, or the emptiness he would feel if he couldn’t get a hold of himself and lost Zoey completely.

No, he was getting ahead of himself. He wouldn’t lose her. He just needed some time. If he couldn’t stop loving her, perhaps he could find a way to lock those feelings deep inside himself and move on with his life. Yeah, maybe he would ask out that girl at the gym. What was her name? Sandy? Carol? Maybe it was Alice…

“All right, enough fooling around, you guys. We need to focus,” Emily cut in, leaning forward and staring at Zoey with the kind of laser-like intensity usually reserved for scientists tasked with splitting atoms. David wasn’t the only one who took charades very seriously.

Max chuckled and caught Zoey’s eye, subconsciously wanting her to share in his silent amusement as he took another long sip of beer. He was going to have to slow down a little if he didn’t want to get tipsy and make a fool out of himself, but he wouldn’t mind a slight buzz, if it helped take away his memory of his earlier breakdown and confession. Not to mention, well, everything else.

“Okay, Zoey. You ready?” Maggie asked as Mitch reached for the button to start the timer.

Her eyes locked on Max, she opened her mouth, presumably to respond. Instead, she started to sing. “What did you think I would do at this moment…”

Surprised, Max sucked in a sharp breath mid-swallow, accidentally inhaling his sip of beer. He spluttered, choking, trying to catch his breath as he sat up abruptly on the couch. Zoey clamped one hand over her mouth and stared at him in horror, a tiny, frantic shake of her head the silent answer to his unasked question. She was not doing this intentionally.

Maggie let out a small, surprised laugh. Emily threw Zoey a confused look while David slapped Max on the back, trying to clear his airway. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” he wheezed, scrambling to his feet.

Zoey clearly tried to hold her hand in place, and it shook as it fell away. She continued, “When you’re standing before me with tears in your eyes…” She snapped her jaw closed, pressing her lips together in a futile attempt to bite back her song.

“Zoey, what are you doing?” Emily pressed. “This is charades, not karaoke.”

Max forced a loud laugh, trying to divert her family’s attention from the impromptu musical number that was about to play out in front of them. He had to do something to get Zoey out of there. Fast. Before the situation got any worse. Boxed in on both sides, he realized it would take too long to scoot around the coffee table in front of the couch, so he jumped over it instead, nearly stumbling in his haste to get to her side. “Ha! Oh, yeah. It’s okay, Emily. This is…um…this is just a little thing…Zoey and I do. She, uh, lost a bet earlier and, um -”

“Trying to tell me that you have found you another, and you just don’t love me no more…”

Raising his voice to drown out her singing, he blurted, “Actually, would you guys excuse us for a second? We should really…” he gestured vaguely. “Outside.”

Zoey couldn’t stop herself from singing, so he bent down and pressed his lips against hers. She made a tiny little squeak of surprise, but when she opened her mouth, he deepened the kiss. Anything to help her stop singing until he could get her someplace private. The day would probably come when she would have to tell her family about her mysterious superpower, but this was probably not the place, and it was definitely not the time.

She grabbed onto him, cupping his face in her hands, and he honestly didn’t know if she was clinging to him because she wanted to continue their kiss, or if she was just desperate to stop herself from singing. Max shot a quick look towards the front door out of the corner of his eye and, at a loss how else to move her without breaking off the kiss, swept her into his arms.

“All right, all right you two! Take it outside!” David grumbled good-naturedly, and Max raced to the exit as fast as he could while still trying to act casual.

Behind him, he heard some movement, the soft crinkle of paper, and then Emily mumble in a bewildered tone, “Okay, but what did that song had to do with The Princess Bride?”

Max was in such a rush to get out of the house, he tripped on the threshold and tumbled, having to shift his hold on Zoey as they careened down the porch steps. Off-balance by her weight, he did a strange half-spin as he hit the ground, barely breaking his stride on his mad dash down the walk. If he could only get her to the street. Surely her parents wouldn’t hear her from the street. Just a few more seconds, Zoey. Give me just a few more seconds.

She made another surprised squeak and moved her hands to his shoulders to keep from tumbling out of his arms, but it was enough for their kiss to break off, and she began to sing again. “What did you think I would say at this moment? When I’m faced with the knowledge that you just don’t love me…”

She began to wiggle in his arms, trying to regain her feet, and he barely made it to the street before he had to put her down. Panting from the exertion, and almost certain he had pulled something when he fell off the front steps, he didn’t struggle when she wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him closer, pressing her forehead against his as she crooned, “Did you think I would curse you, or say things to hurt you? ‘Cause you just don’t love me no more…”

“Zoey,” he moaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “Please.” If this was a heart song – and he was certainly willing to believe it was, since he doubted she’d have started singing in front of her family – he knew she couldn’t control herself. That didn’t make it any easier to hear.

Nuzzling him with her cheek, she sang softly in his ear, “Did you think I could hate you? Or raise my hands to you? Now, come on, you know me too well. How could I hurt you, when darling I love you. And you know I’d never hurt you.”

She trailed a line of kisses along his jaw, and he moaned again. He knew he should release her and step back, but he couldn’t force his arms to let her go. She trailed her hands along the line of his neck and then down his chest, her fingers exploring a soft path across his stomach. His knees buckled, and he pulled her harder against him.

She brushed her lips against his, and he told himself he shouldn’t kiss back. True, it was a heart song, but she wasn’t entirely in her right mind at the moment. She wasn’t in control of her words. Or her actions, he reminded himself when she nipped his lower lip with her teeth.

“What do you think I would give at this moment? If you’d stay, I’d subtract twenty years from my life. I’d fall down on my knees -”

He couldn’t look at her and retain any self-control, so he kept his eyes squeezed shut as he caressed her collarbone, his fingers caressing the back of her neck as held her to him. Tilting his head, he breathed her in. He shouldn’t kiss her. He told himself he shouldn’t kiss her. But how much could a man take? As soft as a whisper, he pleaded, “Damn it, Zoey. Tell me to stop. Tell me to walk away. Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you.”

She hesitated, but he sucked in a ragged gasp when she relaxed against him, her body pressing against his. Her breath was as warm and soft as the caress of her lips against his as she whispered, “Max? I think…we have a lot to talk about. Take me home.”

#the lies we tell ourselves #zoey clarke #max richman #zoey's extraordinary playlist #zep #zomax #clarkeman #fake dating au

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loose-leaf-teacanons · 8 years ago

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Can you do also kikasa for the otp questions please?

1. Who liked the other first?

Kise. XD He’s not even surprised by it initially, because he gets temporary mini-crushes on people who impress him really easily, especially if they give him a hard time. With Kasamatsu, it’s kind of embarrassing, though – the guy is his captain, and a sour-faced hardass, and he’s not that impressive, okay, self??? Just because he ripped you a new one on your first day doesn’t mean he’s worthy of the dokis! You have standards!

He fully expects the stupid mini-crush to fade, and maybe it would, except Kasamatsu-senpai– (what the hell, self?! could you stop getting the dokis from calling somebody “senpai”? Urgh! …okay could you at least stop getting the dokis harder? /Please/?).

Well, except Kasamatsu-senpai keeps doing all those things Kise never even knew he needed (except for the whole throwing-stuff-at-his-head, though okay, if Kise is perfectly, entirely honest, sometimes he needs that, too. But don’t tell Senpai!!!), and he’s so passionate about basketball, and he works so hard, and he looks after everyone, and he’s got kind of a cute smile (one that sits a bit crooked like it’s not sure it should be staying on his face), and he’s actually pretty cool to be around, and he doesn’t talk down to Kise at all even though he’s really big on the senpai-kouhai stuff, and there’s something about his hard-won but earnest praise that makes Kise want to try ten times harder every time he’s on the receiving end of it, and how weird is that?

It doesn’t fully click for Kise until the Interhigh, where he ends up so taken care of and comforted (and he didn’t even know that was possible after failing to win, because at Teiko you just didn’t fail, period), only to then catch a glimpse of all the hurt and disappointment and frustration that Kasamatsu-senpai went off to bear alone, without letting on how he’s feeling to anyone, and that’s… yep, that’s the sound of Kise’s heart breaking.

That’s when he’s hit with something he hasn’t ever felt before, this overwhelming urge to not just bask in somebody’s company, care and attention but to give something back to them, to do even a little bit for them what they do for him.

That’s the moment it kind of starts dawning on him that this is love. He’s always thought of love as this burst-into-song thing with lots of flirting and pursuing and hearts and flowers and dates, that he never even thought it would actually be this, this “I will protect you and your happiness even if I die trying and even if you never know about it (actually it’s better if you don’t or you’d throw a basketball at me >.>) and I can’t imagine anything better than just seeing you proud and victorious and content.”

So yes, suffice it to say, he is so very, very screwed.

Kasamatsu, for his part, has Kise rather firmly in his “kouhai” drawer the entire time. Yeah, Kise’s special to him (special in the head! *eyeroll*), someone he feels responsible for and who is actually a good kid and pretty good company once you get at the passionate, hard-working, sharp personality buried under all that Teikou crap and the celebrity bullshit.

It’s not until he leaves for university that Kise even gets shuffled into the “friend” drawer (though they’ve been friends before that, obviously, it’s just Kasamatsu’s archaic and painfully earnest idea of senpai-kouhai dynamics that stops him from thinking of them as such), and sure, it’s probably a bit weird for Kise to remain so attached to him (seriously, did I clock him on the head too hard or something?), and it’s probably considerably weirder that Kasamatsu remains attached right back, but whatever, right?

And if he calls him rather more than he calls anyone else, if he schedules all his course load and homework so they get the occasional free weekend to meet up, if he shows up to watch all of Kaijou’s championship matches without fail, if he keeps sending Kise music mixes and remembering his birthday when he can’t remember anyone else’s without consulting his phone first (including his own; July… somethingsomething, right? *checks ID card*), well… anyway, that’s just how it’s always been with Kise.

(That sound you’re hearing, btw, is Moriyama and Kobori synchro-smacking their heads against the wall)

So yeah, Kise has his work cut out for him. XD

2. Where is their ‘special spot’?

Where indeed, senp– ow. Mean!

Kidding aside, I don’t think they really have one. Kise is always drawn to new places – he’s like a human Siri for trendy cafés, shops, movie theaters, music venues, etc. Kasamatsu calls it a skill that’s both amazingly useless and uselessly amazing, and Kise just sticks his tongue out because whatever, Senpai, you just admitted I’m amazing~~~! *sidesteps rib jab*

Kasamatsu himself tends to attach more significance to the events/memories than the places they happened in.

3. How do they cheer one another up?

Depends on what’s wrong, tbh. Kise is kind of a melodramatic handful to begin with, and he can bitch endlessly about small things like some kind of workplace rivalry or whatever, though in such cases he’s usually content to fling himself on the couch in an epic fit of pique and complain about it loudly and emphatically.

Kasamatsu will mostly leave him to it and go about whatever it was he was doing before Kise made his dramatic entrance, and then come back a couple of minutes later and be like, “So, you good?” (and Kise will whine for a while about how callous and disinterested Yukio-san is in his terrible plight, you go to get coffee while the light of your life is suffering from the cruelty and injustice of the wo–ow ow ow not my nooooose!!!)

But yeah, it’s easy to tell when Kise is truly upset because his entire being just dims. In those instances, Kasamatsu doesn’t say much, just holds Kise as he attempts to fold up all 189 cm of himself against Kasamatsu’s chest and maybe have a good cry. Kise will usually tell him what’s wrong after he’s all cried out, and Kasamatsu just stays and listens and tries to help him untangle whatever issue it was for as long as it takes.

Kasamatsu’s upsets are really quiet, and tense, and you can just watch the furrow in his brow deepen, and every fiber of his being tightening, and still he doesn’t say anything and keeps it to himself out of some idiotic idea that he has to be strong and work it all out himself. It’s incredibly frustrating for Kise, who knows he’s not nearly as experienced at comforting people or that good with giving advice, but that doesn’t mean he can’t try, dammit!

What usually happens is he human-barnacles himself to Kasamatsu before he can vibrate out of his skin from all the tension, puts his chin on Kasamatsu’s head and tells him to talk, Yukio-san in a tone that brooks no argument, so Kasamatsu eventually deflates and does.

4. What is their favourite movie to watch together?

They like watching action comedies and sports movies together (and man do they love to rant about how inaccurate the latter often are, seriously, that coach should be fired for such an untenable training regimen and that captain is a complete idiot).

Kise also loves cheesy romance movies and tearjerky K-dramas, though those frustrate Kasamatsu endlessly with their idiotic cliché plots and people’s inability to just fucking talk to each other, what the fuck, so he usually goes to do something else while Kise catches up with the 537th episode of Passion Island or whatever.

Though occasionally he can’t help but overhear something or other and comments on it semi-automatically from across two rooms, like telling the crying heroine to “Just dump that guy, he’s a fucker” and he’s not even doing it to be a smart-ass or anything – like for a moment he’s genuinely giving advice to this idiot character he doesn’t even care about, and Kise suddenly can’t with the cute.

5. When did they know that they are each other’s soul mate?

Oh good god, no. I mean, Kise will sometimes jokingly call them soul mates, but as romantic as that concept is in the context of a movie, he much prefers this relationship where they have to compromise and learn to fit around each other’s little quirks and smooth out each other’s edges, and sometimes they fight, too, but that’s all part of what makes working things out together so worthwhile.

Kasamatsu just doesn’t get the concept, not even in a fictional sense, and it continues to baffle him that people like Moriyama can actually go on a hunt for a “soul mate” in real life, honestly, are you an idiot??? He just finds it so unrealistic that people expect to find someone “perfect” for them, and then have a crisis at the first sign of disagreement or whine about actually having to put in an effort. Moro––hmmmfhfhgh! *snogged within an inch of his life by Kise*

6. Where do they primarily kiss one another out in public? Examples forehead, cheek, hand etc.

They usually don’t? Kasamatsu gets easily embarrassed by PDA in general, plus they’re both mindful of the fact that Kise is becoming an increasingly public figure (once his career really takes off), and one thing they can both do without is having their relationship splayed out and picked apart in stupid gossip columns or lived through vicariously by crazy fans or whatever.

That said, Kise is really good at picking moments or places where nobody’s paying attention. Kasamatsu has found himself tugged into alcoves and behind clothes racks, or pecked in the half-second before he gets out of the car, and then he has to spend fifteen minutes getting rid of his flaming face. Urgh.

7. Who goes all out for the other persons birthday?

Nah. They’re both pretty low-key with each other. It’s all small, practical gifts and cake, mostly. Sometimes they’ll organize old team get-togethers for the occasion, but yeah, it’s all pleasantly uncomplicated.

8. Whose clothes is too big for the other, but they wear them anyway?

I’ve said it before, but I will say it again: Kise is simply heart-broken that Kasamatsu refuses to wear any of his clothes, and that he himself is too big to fit any of Kasamatsu’s. Sometimes he’ll steal a sweater to drape over his shoulders and be all pouty because that’s the best he can manage.

9. Who is the one who stays up late baking brownies and dancing in their underwear wearing a baggy shirt, and who is the one who comes down to see the other being all cute?

I’m sorry, I still find the idea kinda creepy in general. XD And they? Are so not the type to do this, even if this were a thing people actually did.

10. Would they cuddle even though it is super hot outside?

Kise tries, peels away ten seconds later to complain about how it’s too hot to do this, tries again half a minute later only to establish that it’s still too hot to do this, and this’ll go on until Kasamatsu threatens to dump his ass on the floor.

#kikasa #headcanon cannon #meme #Anonymous

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mysteryshelf · 7 years ago

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FRIDAY SF & FANTASY - Thunderstruck

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Thunderstruck Brenda Drake Published by: Entangled Crave Publication date: September 11th 2017 Genres: Mystery, Mythology, Romance

Stevie Moon is famous…at least to the subscribers on her comic review vlog. At school, she’s as plain as the gray painted walls in the cafeteria. So when Blake, the hot new guy at school, shows an interest in her, she knows trouble when she sees it. Been there. And never doing it again.

As the son of the god Thor, Blake Foster’s been given an important mission—to recover the Norse god Heimdall’s sacred and powerful horn before someone uses it to herald in the destruction of the entire universe. But while Blake is great in a fight, the battlefield that is a high school’s social scene is another matter.

Blake knows his only choice is to team up with the adorable Stevie, but she’s not willing to give him even the time of day. He’ll need to woo the girl and find the horn if he hopes to win this war. Who better to tackle Stevie’s defenses than the demi-god of thunder?

“Every page brims with captivating Norse mythology and deliciously creative worldbuilding.” Pintip Dunn, New York Times bestselling author.

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EXCERPT:

After disposing of the troll, Blake rushed to May’s house and showered. His thoughts kept going to Stevie. After hearing what Jörd said to him, he wanted to see her. The pull to go to her was too strong. He had no choice but to give in to it.

He climbed the tree outside Stevie’s room and sat on the branch. A blue light blinked on and off inside the room. He lightly tapped on the window. Muffled voices from within the room hummed against the glassed pane.

The curtain pushed aside. Amira was close to Stevie’s back when the curtain slid to the side. Stevie said something to Amira that Blake couldn’t hear through the thick glass. Amira turned away and dropped onto the bed. Stevie flipped the locks and opened the window.

“You scared the shit out of us,” Stevie snapped.

Amira crossed her arms. “Yeah, we’re watching scary movies here.”

Blake tried not to laugh, but he couldn’t hold it in. “My apologies. Can I have a moment alone with you, Stevie?”

“With me?” She glanced back.

“No.” Amira heaved a sigh. “With the other Stevie in the room.”

“Where do you want to go?”

He reached his hand out to her. “Out here is fine.”

She narrowed her gaze on him. “I don’t think so.”

“Come on,” he said. “It’s perfectly safe. This branch is thick. Trust me.”

“Stop being a chicken and go already. I have to pee.” Amira shuffled off.

Stevie hesitated before grabbing his hand and letting him guide her out the window and onto the branch. “This is crazy, you know that?”

“If you never throw caution to the wind, you’ll never be rewarded.” He sat on the branch and held her hand as she came down beside him. Her hand was warm and soft in his, and he wanted to hold it forever.

The loose pajama bottoms she wore had cats on them. Her pink tank top rode up a little and exposed a bit of her midriff. Her light-brown hair, the color of the acorns he’d gathered with his grandmother when he was a boy, rose in the wind behind her. Wide, dark eyes met his, her full lips parted in a smile.

“What did you want?” She glanced at the ground. “Wow, this is pretty high.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t let you fall.” He slid his hand across her lower back and held her waist. She shivered. “Are you cold?”

“A little,” she said.

“Hold on.” He let her go, shrugged off his hoodie, and draped it around her shoulders.

“Thank you.”

She held it closed at the zipper. He returned his arm around her, grasping her waist. She shuddered, and he smiled at her response to his touch.

“You didn’t answer me,” she said. “What did you want to talk to me about?”

“Actually, I’m not here to talk,” he said. “Have you ever had an urge to do something, and once it’s in your head, you can’t sleep or think until you do the thing?”

“I guess.” When she looked over at him, they locked eyes and an intensity passed between them like the energy he felt in the handle of his hammer after catching lightning with it. He noticed a faint scar just above her cupid’s bow.

“How did you get the scar?” he asked.

“Scar?” She glanced down at her chest.

“Not there,” he whispered, lifting her chin to look into her eyes. “On your lip.”

She touched it. “Oh this? It’s an embarrassing story. Let’s just say, I learned to watch where I’m walking, especially when poles are around.”

He chuckled. “I can imagine what happened.”

She lowered her head again, her feet kicking back and forth.

He decided to take his chance and cupped her face in his hands, bringing her face to his and kissing her. It was a gentle, wanting kiss. Her lips were soft and warm against his. She tasted like May’s brownies. When Stevie hadn’t responded to his kiss, he was about to release her, but then her lips began moving with his. He cradled her in his arms and they balanced together on the branch.

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It works like this

Go to your Goodreads to-read shelf.

Order on ascending date added.

Take the first 5 or 10 books (I’m doing 20 because I have way too many on my list)

Read the synopsis of the books

Decide: keep it or should it go?

Penmort Castle (Ghosts and Reincarnation #1) by Kristen Ashley

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Cash Fraser is planning revenge and to get it he needs the perfect woman. So he hires her. Abigail Butler has lost nearly everything in her life and she’s about to lose the home she loves.

Cash meets Abby, who is posing as a paid escort, and the minute he does he knows he’s willing to pay for more than Abby being his pretend girlfriend. A lot more. Abby needs the money or the last thing that links her to her dead family and husband will be gone. The deal is struck but both Cash and Abby get more than they bargained for.

Cash realises very quickly that Abby isn’t what she seems and while he changes strategies, Abby discovers that Cash’s legacy, Penmort Castle, is like all the tales say – very, very haunted. Making matters worse, the ghost in residence wants her dead.

Abby’s found herself in the battle of her life so she enlists Mrs. Truman, her nosy neighbour; Jenny, her no-nonsense friend; Cassandra McNabb, white witch and clairvoyant with a penchant for wearing scarves (and lots of them); and Angus McPherson, dyed-in-the-wool Scot (which means he hunts ghosts in a kilt) to fight the vicious ghost who has vowed that she will rest at nothing to kill the true, abiding love of the master of Penmort.

Date added to TBR: 1/24/17 Keep or Ditch? Keep Comments: This actually sounds really interesting and I believe I have it on audio.

Moonstruck (Diablo Lake #1) by Lauren Dane

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In Diablo Lake, Tennessee, a town populated by werewolves, witches, and more, magic woven deep into the earth protects the town’s secrets from outsiders.

Katie Grady left Diablo Lake to get over a humiliating breakup; but her family needs her help, so she’s back, in a sublet right across the hall from the guy she’s lusted after for years. Jace Dooley is hotter than ever, and their friendship picks up along with massive doses of grown-up chemistry.

The very scent of Katie sharpens Jace’s canines, makes the wolf within him stir. There’s nothing more alluring to a Pack Alpha than a sexy female who is so very in charge. She won’t be coddled, but if he plays his hand just right she might be convinced to become his.

Katie presents a challenge to Jace’s wolf nature, whose chief instinct is to protect. Especially now that she’s coming into the magic that is her birthright – and suddenly Jace isn’t the only one who’s interested in Katie, or the raw power she’s just learning to use.

Date added to TBR: 1/24/17 Keep or Ditch? Ditch Comments: I’m not super interested in this one anymore and the ratings aren’t that great on Goodreads.

Doing It Over (Most Likely To #1) by Catherine Bybee

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Voted Most Likely to Succeed, Melanie Bartlett ended up anything but. The down-on-her-luck single mom wants a complete do-over—is that too much to ask? With her family long gone from River Bend, strong, independent Mel is as surprised as anyone to end up in the quaint small town she once called home. But with her friends, Jo and Zoe, by her side, and a comfortable room at Miss Gina’s quirky bed-and-breakfast, she just might have turned the corner on a new life.

Wyatt Gibson never liked the big city. River Bend suits the ruggedly handsome builder just fine. Wyatt knows he’s home, even if that means being charmed by the appearance of Melanie and her spunky, adorable daughter. Is Wyatt’s calm devotion—even amid a coming storm—enough to convince Mel she may have found a home to call her own, a family that never leaves, and a true love to last a lifetime?

Date added to TBR: 1/24/17 Keep or Ditch? Ditch Comments: I think I owned this at some point (given to me by my mom), but I don’t see myself reading it any time soon.

Staying For Good (Most Likely To #2) by Catherine Bybee

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Zoe Brown may have been voted Most Likely to Never Leave River Bend, but the paper-thin walls and suffocating air of her family’s double-wide trailer were not what she wanted for her life. Other than BFFs Melanie and Jo, the only thing that kept Zoe sane during high school was her boyfriend, Luke.

She didn’t just leave, she escaped—turning her back on the shame of her black-sheep siblings and imprisoned dad. Now a celebrity chef in Dallas, she can afford all the things she never could have growing up. But when she returns to rustic, ruggedly beautiful River Bend, Zoe has to face all that she abandoned—including Luke.

While Luke was a refuge for Zoe in the past, he knows they inhabit totally different worlds now. Anchored by his parents and his job as a mechanic in his father’s shop, Luke never felt the urge to leave River Bend—until Zoe’s return.

But when the two rekindle their old flame, Zoe is forced to make the hardest decision of her life: remain in River Bend and confront her past before it destroys her, or say good-bye to everyone she’s ever loved…again, this time for good.

Date added to TBR: 1/24/17 Keep or Ditch? Ditch Comments: Same as above.

The Rosie Project (Don Tillman #1) by Graeme Simsion

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An international sensation, this hilarious, feel-good novel is narrated by an oddly charming and socially challenged genetics professor on an unusual quest: to find out if he is capable of true love.

Don Tillman, professor of genetics, has never been on a second date. He is a man who can count all his friends on the fingers of one hand, whose lifelong difficulty with social rituals has convinced him that he is simply not wired for romance. So when an acquaintance informs him that he would make a “wonderful” husband, his first reaction is shock. Yet he must concede to the statistical probability that there is someone for everyone, and he embarks upon The Wife Project. In the orderly, evidence-based manner with which he approaches all things, Don sets out to find the perfect partner. She will be punctual and logical—most definitely not a barmaid, a smoker, a drinker, or a late-arriver.

Yet Rosie Jarman is all these things. She is also beguiling, fiery, intelligent—and on a quest of her own. She is looking for her biological father, a search that a certain DNA expert might be able to help her with. Don’s Wife Project takes a back burner to the Father Project and an unlikely relationship blooms, forcing the scientifically minded geneticist to confront the spontaneous whirlwind that is Rosie—and the realization that love is not always what looks good on paper.

The Rosie Project is a moving and hilarious novel for anyone who has ever tenaciously gone after life or love in the face of overwhelming challenges.

Date added to TBR: 1/25/17 Keep or Ditch? Ditch Comments: I used to have this on my bookshelf, but I unhauled it recently.

Worth the Wait (McKinney/Walker Brothers #1) by Claudia Connor

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He broke her heart. When he finds out just how badly, it will break his too.

Nick Walker found the love of his life when he was just nineteen.

Found her. Loved her. Lost her.

It’s been ten years since Nick watched the only woman he ever loved walk out of his life. Now this FBI Special Agent will do anything to win her back.

But it won’t be easy…

Mia’s heart was shattered by Nick. They’ll have to face their painful past if they want a future, including Mia’s own secret about that day it all fell apart.

Do you believe in second chances?

Date added to TBR: 1/25/17 Keep or Ditch? Keep Comments: This is available on Kindle Unlimited and it has great ratings on Goodreads.

All That Lies Within by Lynn Ames

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How far would you go to hide who you really are inside? And what do you do when you find the one person from whom hiding your true self isn’t an option? Glamorous movie star Dara Thomas has it all-an Oscar nomination, dozens of magazine covers proclaiming her the sexiest woman alive, and people of both sexes clamoring for her attention. She also has a carefully guarded secret life. As Constance Darrow, Dara writes Pulitzer Prize-winning fiction, an outlet that allows her to be so much more than just a pretty face. Rebecca Minton is a professor of American Literature in love with the work of the mysterious, reclusive author Constance Darrow, with whom she strikes up a correspondence. A chance phrase in a letter leads her to a startling conclusion about the author. What happens next will change the course of both of their lives forever.

Date added to TBR: 1/26/17 Keep or Ditch? Keep Comments: I’m not a big fan of the famous trope.

The Versions of Us by Laura Barnett

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What if you had said yes? The moments that change everything… One Day meets Sliding Doors in this outstanding debut that is causing a buzz across the publishing world Some moments can change your life for ever. Have you ever wondered, what if…?

A man is walking down a country lane. A woman, cycling towards him, swerves to avoid a dog. On that moment, their future hinges. There are three possible outcomes, three small decisions that could determine the rest of their life.

Eva and Jim are nineteen and students at Cambridge when their paths first cross in 1958. And then there is David, Eva’s then-lover, an ambitious actor who loves Eva deeply. The Versions of Us follows the three different courses their lives could take following this first meeting. Lives filled with love, betrayal, ambition but through it all is a deep connection that endures whatever fate might throw at them.

The Versions of Us explores the idea that there are moments when our lives might have turned out differently, the tiny factors or decisions that could determine our fate, and the precarious nature of the foundations upon which we build our lives. It is also a story about the nature of love and how it grows, changes and evolves as we go through the vagaries of life.

Date added to TBR: 1/26/17 Keep or Ditch? Ditch Comments: Ehhhhhhh

Decluttering my TBR #3 It works like this Go to your Goodreads to-read shelf. Order on ascending date added. Take the first 5 or 10 books (I’m doing 20 because I have way too many on my list)

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REVIEW:

You Send Me by Jeannie Moon

Compass Cove #2 Pneumonia is not fun…it is painful and it can kill you…so Jordan Velsor is a lucky woman to have Dr. Nick Rinaldi check on her just before a big storm sets in…perhaps even more than lucky? One thing leads to another and before the two know it they are in a fake engagement that begins to feel a whole lot more real than either thought possible. Jordan wants Nick to be more open and Nick is not willing to verbalize about some of his demons so there are a few tense moments along with sadness, loss and big decisions to be made by both. I like this small town community that feels like family and know there are many more stories that can be written with the compass of Compass Cove at the center of the story. I am glad Nick finally shared with Jordan but at one point wrote “I don’t understand her leeriness” and guess that I felt she was a bit too protective and wanted more from a war veteran than perhaps she should have. Anyway, I did enjoy it and loved the couple together. I wish them happiness and much love in the future! Thank you to NetGalley and Tule Publishing for the ARC – This is my honest review. 4 Stars

Title: You Send Me

Author: Jeannie Moon

Genre: Women's Fiction

Release Date: May 29, 2018

Publisher: Tule Publishing Group

Series: Compass Cove

Format: Digital/Print

AISN: B07CGJGDPZ

Synopsis:

Jordan Velsor didn’t want to need anyone. After dumping her cheating fiancé, caring for her sick dad, and nearly being crushed along with her car during a violent storm, she’s pretty much at her breaking point. If anyone needs some luck, it's Jordan, but the last thing she wants is gorgeous Nick Rinaldi, her landlord’s grandson, hovering over her while she nurses a bad cold. The wounded Navy doctor seems too good to be true... which means he probably is. Nick Rinaldi left the Navy broken and adrift, wondering if he would ever practice medicine again. When his grandparents' tenant is almost killed by a falling tree during a storm, he discovers Jordan is not only in shock, but suffering from pneumonia. Not one to miss an opportunity to play white knight, Nick arrives at her cottage to take care of her during the storm... But the lovely teacher has a fierce independent streak, and as he learns more about her, he wants to do more than merely help.

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The deep rattling cough woke her from a restless sleep. This cold was kicking her ass, but even though all she wanted to do was burrow under the covers, she was out of tissues, and the dog needed to go outside.

Glancing out her window, the weather had worsened. She almost would have been content putting out a pad for Gertie to go inside, but her tissues and cough medicine were in the back seat of her car. She had to go out regardless.

“Come on, Gertie, time to pee.”

With a whimper and a moan from her spot at the other end of the couch, her little rescue buried her face in the corner. Gertie was no dummy.

“Look, if I have to go out, so do you. Your bladder is the size of a thimble, and it’s going to get even worse later.”

The dog sighed—sighed her annoyance at Jordan. A dog with an attitude. Didn’t it figure? Gertie practically rolled off the plush cushion and settled on her back on the blue patterned rug. Her short little legs were straight up in the air, feigning death.

Jordan felt pretty dead herself, but they still had to go outside.

The wind howled, and all the windows in the cottage shook like it was going to lift up and fly away. Gust after gust provided a not-so-subtle reminder that the nor’easter currently blowing across Long Island was going to make all their lives miserable. This storm was brutal. It had been wreaking havoc for the last twelve hours and based on the latest weather report it had slowed down to a crawl, meaning it was going to stick around for a while.

Grabbing the dog’s leash, Jordan gently nudged the little furry blob on the floor. Nothing. She didn’t budge. “Gertie! Come on!”

Ninety-nine percent of the time, she loved the little mutt. This moment definitely fell into the one percent.

After she broke her engagement, Jordan had the sudden urge to have a pet. A lot of people told her it would pass, but she knew that wasn’t the case. Jordan needed unconditional love in her home, so she kept her eyes open for the right opportunity. She couldn’t handle a puppy or a kitten, so when she wandered around a rescue fair one Sunday this past September, she found herself completely enamored with Gertie. A stubby-legged little mutt, Gertie was a tube of golden fur with a pointy snout and big, soulful brown eyes. She was about five years old, and her owner had just died, leaving the little dog all alone.

Jordan felt a kinship with the pooch, and took her home that day.

Lina Rinaldi, who usually frowned on her cottage tenants having pets, took to the dog right away, and Gertie loved the older woman right back.

As Jordan stared at the lump still upside down on the floor, she was about ready to offer Mrs. Rinaldi full custody. Then a deep, rasping cough shook Jordan to the core. It racked her body violently, and pain shot around her chest. God, she felt awful.

“Come on,” she said firmly to the pooch. “We’ll skip the leash this time. Out and in. Let’s get this over with.”

Gertie rolled over and trotted to the front door, giving Jordan the side eye as she waited. Donning her parka and a pair of lined wellies that she pulled over her pajama pants, Jordan grabbed the remote and unlocked her car. When she opened the front door, she was hit by a blast of wind, rain, and sleet that stung her cheeks and chilled her to the bone. “Lord, it’s miserable.” Looking down at Gertie, she nodded. “Okay, let’s make this quick.”

The two of them bolted outside, with Gertie heading for her favorite patch of grass and Jordan heading for her car. She stopped when she coughed so hard she could barely breathe. It hurt. She’d never had a chest cold that hurt so much. Finally, yanking open the door, she heard her pooch barking from the small covered porch. Jordan grabbed the bag that was filled with some basic food provisions, juice, tea, tissues, and a selection of over-the-counter cold remedies. She slammed the car door shut, and on her way back inside she noticed the whitecaps on Jennings Bay. The wind was forcing massive amounts of water into the coves and harbors around town, and she hoped the it didn’t breach the seawall surrounding the property. Jordan’s cottage was closer to Cove Road, but the Rinaldis’ big house was at risk.

Without any further delay, Jordan made it back to the porch, feeling chilled and soaked to the bone despite all the foul weather gear she’d put on. Gertie was barking frantically, having positioned herself under the old wooden swing, and Jordan was starting to lose her patience.

“Gertie, what the hell is the problem?”

That’s when she heard the groan and crack. Jordan looked up just as a large section of an old oak tree, about fifty feet from the house, gave way. Throwing her body against the wall to avoid any debris, Jordan watched as the massive tree split in half and came crashing down, crushing her car in the process.

If she had waited ten more seconds to head outside, Jordan would have been killed.

Frozen in place for—she didn’t know how long—Jordan startled when a large, strong arm wrapped around her.

She looked away from the wreckage in the front yard and into the gorgeous face of Nick Rinaldi. “Damn. Are you alright?”

Was she? She wasn’t sure. Jordan tried to answer, but she had trouble catching her breath. Sucking in air, he kept her steady when they walked into the house.

Waiting for the dog before he closed the door, Nick sat her on the bench in the entryway. Glancing in the canvas tote from the market, his brow furrowed.

“You’re sick? What’s wrong?”

With a low rattling cough that had him pressing the back of his hand to her forehead, she muttered, “Chest cold.”

Shaking his head, he helped her off with her boots and jacket. “Let’s get you settled in bed, and I’ll go get my bag. You’ve got a lot more than a chest cold.”

“My car…” “We can’t do anything about your car until the storm passes, so put it out of your head. It’s the last thing you need to worry about.”

“Are you kidding? Not worry about it?” How was she supposed to get to work or see her dad? How was she supposed to do anything if she didn’t have a car? The pain in her chest wasn’t just from her cough at that moment, but at the wave of dread—helplessness—that rushed through her.

“One thing at a time.” Nick, a former Navy doctor, was single minded. And as much as Jordan didn’t want to admit it, he was right. In this weather, there was nothing she could do.

“Come on,” he said. “Lead the way.”

“I’ll be fine,” she said, stopping in her tracks. Those few words taxed her already strained system. She coughed painfully into her arm while Nick guided her into her room. The coughing spell was so violent, ripping at her tender lungs, she couldn’t even object as he tucked her into bed.

Sick as she was, Jordan wasn’t blind. Nick Rinaldi had been on her radar since he landed back in Compass Cove the previous fall. The guy was gorgeous, smart, and a gentleman to the core. But he’d settled back in with his grandparents almost six months ago, and other than a token hello, or a polite smile, he rarely spoke to her.

Still, with his lean frame, dark hair, and kind eyes, he checked a lot of boxes.

She thought she heard him mutter something about being stubborn, but her lack of breath didn’t allow a response. If anyone was stubborn, he was. The man of mystery was a well-known do-gooder, and obviously she was his next project. There was only one problem with that. She didn’t want his help. Needing people was a slippery slope, and Jordan had no intention of heading down that way again.

About Jeannie Moon:

Jeannie Moon, author of fifteen novels, has always been a romantic. When she’s not spinning tales of her own, Jeannie works as a school librarian, thankful she has a job that allows her to immerse herself in books and call it work. Married to her high school sweetheart, Jeannie has three kids, three lovable dogs and a mischievous cat and lives in her hometown on Long Island, NY. If she’s more than ten miles away from salt water for any longer than a week, she gets twitchy.

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In YOU SEND ME, Jordan and Nick must let go or their separate pasts in order to seize their future together in this charming fake engagement romance. Fans of Susan Wiggs and RaeAnne Thayne have fallen in love with the Compass Cove series from International Bestselling Author, Jeannie Moon.

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Title: You Send Me

Author: Jeannie Moon

Genre: Women's Fiction

Release Date: May 29, 2018

Publisher: Tule Publishing Group

Series: Compass Cove

Format: Digital/Print

AISN: B07CGJGDPZ

Synopsis:

Can Jordan and Nick let go of their separate pasts and seize their future together?

Available at:

Amazon: https://amzn.to/2HzVSES

Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/2vpQ6ki

iBooks: https://apple.co/2IVOqof

Other books in the Compass Cove series

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