Title: Another New Life
Author: Sydney Aaliyah Michelle
New Adult Contemporary Romance
**This book contains adult subject matter. Not intended for young readers.**
Miranda Preston is a walking contradiction. Beautiful on the outside, but, insecure, haunted and damaged on the inside. Despite these contradictions, she’s ready to start Another New Life.
When her talent wins her a piano scholarship to the University of Texas at Austin, Miranda arrives on campus determined to experience everything college has to offer and to keep her secrets in the past where they belong.
An easy task, until the first guy who catches her eye happens to be someone, she’s known all her life.
Eight years have passed since the last time Miranda and Troy saw each other. He reminds her of the best and worst times of her life, but she can’t think about one without dwelling on the other. As they grow closer, every day their attraction reminds them they are no longer kids.
The epic romantic love story that is Miranda and Troy seems to be destined for a happy ending, but Miranda knows it's only a matter of time before her secret is discovered. A secret that will not only destroy their relationship, it will destroy Troy, too.
Can Miranda focus on her future with Troy while preventing her past from tearing them apart all over again?
Excerpt #1 –
It
would be so easy to jump into his arms and drag him to bed, close my eyes, and
let that physical part of me take over. I still wanted him so bad, but I wasn't
supposed to do that anymore. I wasn’t supposed to use sex to mask my problems. Damn therapy.
"You
could stay in here," he said.
"I
don't think that's a good idea."
"I've
really screwed things up, haven't I?" Troy stared at the ground.
"Troy,
please don't do this."
"What?"
He looked up.
"Make
me feel sorry for you."
"At
least I'd know you felt something for me."
"I
do feel something for you." I sat down. "I love you."
He
knelt in front of me, taking my hands. I watched as he brought them to his
lips. "I love you, too."
I
pulled my hands out of his grip.
"I
can't do this. Not now. I know I said I was okay, but I don't know. Being here
and remembering all the time we spent together in this room. You made me feel
safe. I felt so connected to you. I thought you'd never hurt me, but I am hurt
and sad and scared we'll never be able to get back what we had. I'm different,
but you're different now, too."
"Please
don't say that."
"I
don't see how—" I began.
"No,
we can fix this. I can fix it." Troy's tone showed his desperation.
"Just, don't say there's no chance."
"It's
how I feel. Even if we were to get back together again, it's not going to be
the same."
Troy
stood up. He had a defeated little boy look like someone stole his favorite
toy, but he turned to me and made one more plea. "What can I do?"
"Give
me some time, okay?" I stood up and headed to the door.
I
didn't wait to hear his response. I closed the door behind me. As I headed to
the living room, I grabbed a blanket from the hall closet and wrapped myself in
it. I curled up into the corner of the coach and cried myself to sleep.
I stayed perched on the dresser,
afraid to move. Not sure what to do or say. I sat there waiting for him to
remember I was in the room. His shoulders set in a flex, he banged his fist on
the door.
"Hey."
He turned to face me. "Come here."
"I'm
sorry," Troy whispered in my ear as he buried his face in my hair. "You
were right."
"It
doesn't matter; I know you would never risk what we have for that." I
exhaled, and he held me tighter.
"Redheaded
skank?" He leaned back to look at me; a smile crept up the corners of his
mouth.
"You
should have let me kick her ass."
"I
would have, but"—he grabbed both my hands in his—"I was afraid you
would hurt these beautiful hands and then you wouldn't be able to play. She's
not worth it."
He
kissed one hand and then the other.
The
adrenaline from the near fight coursed through me, and I got chills when Troy
touched me. My skin was super-sensitive to his touch. My whole body reacted to
his kisses.
I
grabbed him behind the neck and pulled his face down to kiss his lips. Troy's
tongue touched mine, and I moaned. The sound came from deep inside me. Troy
smiled as he kissed me deeper.
His
hands massaged my thighs, and I wrap my legs around his waist. I moved my hands
to his shoulders and trailed my fingers down his arms and his sides until I
reached the bottom of his shirt. I stopped for a second to look into his eyes.
I lifted his shirt over his head.
Troy
without his shirt took my breath away every time. I had run my hands up and
down his cut abs before, but this time, the heat emitting from the tips of my
fingers as they touched his body felt amazing. I had a superhero touch.
I
explored his stomach with my fingertips, etching the lines in my brain. Troy,
with his hands on my thighs, traced a trail from my knees to my butt and didn't
stop there. He moved his hands up my torso, pushing my shirt up along with it.
He stopped and stared in my eyes. I removed my hands for a second and pulled my
shirt up the rest of the way. I couldn't wait to get my hands back on his chest
and my lips on his neck.
Troy's
hands stopped moving. I removed my lips from the valley on his neck I had grown
fond of.
"What
wrong?"
"Just
wanted to make sure you were still with me," he said while moving his
hands back down to my thighs. I guess he saw what he needed to see. My nerve
endings worked overtime. My body wanted Troy, and without a doubt, my mind
wanted him too.
"Nowhere
else I'd rather be." I stretched up to kiss him as I ran my fingers along
his side. He shivered at my touch as I pulled him closer. I didn’t remember
having this type of effect on a man before. Not from a simple kiss, and not
from my touch.
At
this point, everything was different.
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