SNAPPED by Ketley Allison
(The Snapped Series, #1)
Publication date: November 1st 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
(The Snapped Series, #1)
Publication date: November 1st 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
“We have someone who saw you struggling with the deceased before using that knife. Your best friend, and our eye witness.”
In nine weeks Charlie Miller’s life goes from high-rolling perfection to a crypt of sin. All it takes is one night, one blade, and her boyfriend, best friend and new friends all either end up as suspects or dead.
Nate Westcott, a pierced, tattooed, charismatic lawyer, is a man she can’t have—but a seductive danger she can’t ignore. He’s cocky, infuriating, brilliant and wrong, yet he makes her question whether she really is the good girl she wants to be or more like the selfish killer everyone thinks she is.
And her body wants him in ways she’s not supposed to crave.
As the weeks close in, cracks start forming in her everyday world of pro football golden boys, law school domination and New York City nightlife. Everyone she cares about is at risk because one of them doesn’t love Charlie back. In fact, they want her out of the way. Disposed of. Set up.
One more step, and all Charlie has to do is fall through.
Week 1 starts now.
WHO WILL SNAP?
Snapped is Ketley’s New Adult Contemporary series with all the romance you’d expect, but the killer—and lovers—that you don’t.
SNAPPED – part 1: The Snapped
Series by Ketley Allison Teasers
Teaser 1:
He smiled slowly. “You
have a really nice laugh, you know that? You make this cute little sound with
your nose at the beginning.”
“Oh God.” This gorgeous
specimen was in a private bathroom with me, half-naked, talking about my snort.
With him standing so
near, the dark indigo rim of his blue eyes was startlingly apparent, as well as
the whites of his teeth, and even the glistening tip of his tongue. Then my
mind went to all sorts of things that tongue could do, and I flushed a brighter
red.
He pushed a damp
tendril of hair off my forehead, his fingers activating nerves I never knew
existed. Tentatively, I smiled back.
When Lara’s voice cut
through the air, followed by her pounding surprisingly strong fists against the
door, I was reminded where I was, my stomach adding to my reality by gurgling
its queasiness.
“You better not be
pawing at her!” she shrieked. “Open the damn door!”
I backed away from the
sink and leaned against the wall as I groaned. “And it begins...”
Slade turned and
unlocked the door, stepping out of the way before Lara fell in, her hair
tangling in her face.
Flicking the strands
out of the way, she gasped at the sight of his naked torso. “Get your shirt on,
asshole!”
I balked. “Lara!”
Slade just looked at
her, bemused.
“He wasn’t doing
anything,” I said. “He was just helping me.”
“You’re okay?” Slade
asked me.
All I could do was nod.
He took all the words from my mouth.
“Good. I’ll, uh...I’ll
see you around, okay?” He slipped past Lara with his hands up in surrender
before he walked out the door and shut it quietly behind him. I heard the
whistles start up again.
“Sports wonks,” Lara
grumbled as she adjusted herself.
“He...”
Lara raised her eyes to
me. “What’s that, mumbles?”
“He didn’t get my
name,” was all I could say before my knees went out from underneath me.
Teaser 2:
I wrapped my hands
around the railings, iron framing my view as I watched them. I rested my
forehead between the cold columns, feeling like an inmate forced to see the
world from the inside.
Neither Lara nor Slade
said anything. Nor did they pause for a picture or even acknowledge the
requests.
But, I thought, neither
bothered to correct them.
The press believed Lara
was me, that Slade was bringing his girlfriend with him even though players
weren’t supposed to consort with their companions prior to a game.
But I shouldn’t rush to
stupid thoughts—he probably offered her a ride, asked to drop her off somewhere
rather than wasting money on a cab.
Yet the tug on my
insides wasn’t regret or logic. It was, ever so slightly, jealousy. She was
beautiful. She was with him. I was up here, curled up on the balcony and
sporting terrycloth and stress pimples in the background.
I sagged against the
bars, blowing out an annoyed, desolate sigh.
“Charlotte!”
I stiffened.
“I see you, girl! Down
here!”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
I flipped to all fours,
squeezing my eyes shut as though I could scrunch out what was happening, and
crawled to the balcony door.
Please don’t have zoom capabilities.
“Charlotte! Why aren’t
you with your boyfriend! Who’s the lady with him?”
Door. Get to the damn
door.
“Charlotte! Charlotte!
Char—”
Slam.
I shut the French
doors, transforming the sounds from below into muffled murmurs, almost
nonexistent.
And if I were to be
honest with myself, I felt pretty nonexistent right now, too.
Teaser 3:
A sweaty, lean, very
tall man sidled between Reagan and me, and my back flattened against Slade’s
chest as I made room for him. His hair, sort of an ash brown, was all over the place,
and with a jerk of his chin, he flicked it away from his eyes. They were a very
disarming green, even in this hazy light. His gray T-shirt was soaked through,
his forearms almost as shiny as the varnished wood of the bar. I could make out
tattoos on both of them. Thick, tribal, and mostly black as they twisted up and
disappeared under his T-shirt. They highlighted the tendons shifting underneath
his skin, lines of toned muscles matching the marks, and a visceral, carnal part
of me reacted to the glisten on his skin, the parched exhales of his breath,
the way his chest moved as he sucked in air.
I cleared my throat,
deciding to observe the rows of bottles behind the bar instead, as if I were
searching for the perfect liquor for my second drink. It worked for maybe half
a second.
Teaser 4:
I stepped closer to
them with Nate forced to follow in order to keep hearing me. “Slade’s journey
has exposed me to more areas of this country than I ever could have traveled to
on my own,” I said in answer to his question. “And when my time comes to be a
lawyer, I plan to show him a different world, too.”
“Oh really?”
He was mocking me. Was
he mocking me? The liquor blurred his face into one of disbelief and disdain.
“All right.”
“We balance each other
out.”
“Okay.”
“Our differences...” My
voice became louder, my hand gestures more forced. “They’re what brought us
together in the first place.”
“Sure,” Nate said after
a long draw from his beer.
And with that
dismissive sip, unqualified anger seeped under my skin. “I’m not disappearing.”
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AUTHOR BIO:
Ketley Allison began her career by writing books as birthday presents for her friends (with her friend as the main character and opposite a super sexy lead, of course) before ending it in order to walk down a path she thought she was supposed to follow.
The writing bug never left her--and, in fact, would often bleed into the official papers she was supposed to write--so nowKetley's putting down her suit and finally following her dream. While her friends are no longer the stars of her books, she still throws in bits and pieces of them into each and every one of her characters.
As a result, her books tend to focus a lot on friendships as well as love, because let's be honest, friends are what really get you through--especially when your epic love turns into epic heartbreak.
Learn more about Ketley by visiting her website at www.ketleyallison.com
The writing bug never left her--and, in fact, would often bleed into the official papers she was supposed to write--so nowKetley's putting down her suit and finally following her dream. While her friends are no longer the stars of her books, she still throws in bits and pieces of them into each and every one of her characters.
As a result, her books tend to focus a lot on friendships as well as love, because let's be honest, friends are what really get you through--especially when your epic love turns into epic heartbreak.
Learn more about Ketley by visiting her website at www.ketleyallison.com
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