Pieces of Olivia by Melissa West
(Charleston Haven #1)
Published by: Intermix (Penguin)
Publication date: July 15th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
(Charleston Haven #1)
Published by: Intermix (Penguin)
Publication date: July 15th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Olivia Warren used to be a normal girl with a bright future.
But on one fated night, everything changed.
Hiding the scars of her past up her sleeves, Olivia transfers her enrollment from Columbia University to The College of Charleston, determined to pursue her own dreams for the first time in her life.
She intends to allow herself a bit of alone time to heal… that is, until she meets Preston.
Preston is best friends with her roommate, completely hot, and off-limits. But the chemistry between them is instantaneous—and as the pair begins to spend more time with one another, their feelings for each other build into something undeniable, something powerful enough to heal Olivia’s deepest scars.
Olivia tries to put her own past behind her and trust Preston, but she discovers that his past might be more present than she ever bargained for…
Hiding the scars of her past up her sleeves, Olivia transfers her enrollment from Columbia University to The College of Charleston, determined to pursue her own dreams for the first time in her life.
She intends to allow herself a bit of alone time to heal… that is, until she meets Preston.
Preston is best friends with her roommate, completely hot, and off-limits. But the chemistry between them is instantaneous—and as the pair begins to spend more time with one another, their feelings for each other build into something undeniable, something powerful enough to heal Olivia’s deepest scars.
Olivia tries to put her own past behind her and trust Preston, but she discovers that his past might be more present than she ever bargained for…
“What’s
in the box?”
I glanced
down at the box like it was poison in my hand. “Rose gave me homework.”
“Oh yeah?
What is it?”
“I don’t
know. I’m afraid to look.” I closed my eyes slowly, hating the pathetic girl I
was becoming in front
of him, but somehow with Preston, I didn’t feel that natural urge to cover up
my fears and insecurities. I could be myself around him, because I knew he
would see through the lie. Like he already knew what I would say even before I
thought of my response.
Preston
reached out and took the box from my hand, tucking it under his arm. “Come on.
I’ll drive you back to Liberty.”
“What
about London?” The words were out so quickly that I didn’t have time to
register what they suggested.
Preston
stuttered, clearly taken off guard. “Uh, what about her?” He cocked an eyebrow
at me, his lips angling up a fraction of an inch. But that was enough. He knew
what the question meant. Damn it!
“I don’t
know. She seemed . . . uncomfortable. You know, on Thursday.” God. Was he drunk
at the party? Maybe he didn’t remember what happened. Or maybe he didn’t think
the way we were, pressed together, his palms cupping my face, was unusual or
intimate.
“Oh,
right. She’s fine.”
My eyes
narrowed. He was being intentionally shady, which meant they were still doing
whatever it was he did with girls. I felt my resolve falter at the thought and
peered behind me to see Rose giving me two thumbs up. I closed my eyes and
shook my head, defeated. “Fine. I’ll ride in your damn truck.”
Preston
grinned and started to reply, but then his gaze travelled past me to Rose’s
office, his eyebrows shooting up. “Is that your therapist?”
I walked
around him toward his truck. “Yes.”
“She’s
waving at me.”
I sighed.
Of course she was. Thank you, Rose. If I ever speak to you again, I’m going to
turn you into one
of those ghosts you love. “Are we going or not?”
I slipped
into the truck, waiting as Preston stopped outside his door to see if Rose was
still watching
him. He raised his hand to wave, and I buried my face in my hands. I was going
to need heavier medication to survive this humiliation. Damn Rose and her
deliberateness. I knew she just wanted me to trust other people, to step
outside my “safe zone,” but we were going to have to talk about her methods.
Preston
finally slid in beside me and passed over the box. “It’s light.”
“What
is?”
“The
box,” he said, nodding toward it. “Have you guessed what’s inside?”
“No. But
I’m pretty sure I know what it has to do with.”
I
pictured things from my bedroom or items from each of my friends or newspaper clippings about
the fire.
He eyed
the box. “I’m betting it’s empty. She seems a little out there. Maybe she’s
messing with you.”
“I’m not
that lucky.”
“Then, I
bet it’s . . .” He tapped his long index fingers against the steering wheel,
drawing my attention
over, making me remember the feel of them against my skin. “Fake spiders.”
“What?
She isn’t going to give me a box of fake spiders. Who does that? That’s
stupid.”
Preston
laughed. “Okay then, you take a guess.”
I shook
my head. “I don’t know.”
“Try.”
“I can’t.
I don’t know.”
“God,
stop being such a girl and take a damn guess.”
“Testy!
And I take offense. I’m not being a girl.”
“Then put
your money where your mouth is and guess. Make it a good one.”
I shook
my head again, but this time I was smiling. “Fine. I bet the box is full of
worms, the squishy
kind with glitter in them.”
“What
brand? Because if we’re talking Strike King, then maybe I’ll just . . .” He
reached for the box and I
swatted his hand away, laughing.
“Hey!
Find your own crazy box.”
Preston
grasped my hand as I was swatting his away, his fingers gliding over my
knuckles then fingertips
before he released.
Suddenly, the air in the truck felt thick, the space
between us small. I swallowed hard, wishing I could ask him what was happening
between us, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear his answer. For now, I felt safe
in the dream world, where I could imagine Preston wanting me without having to
risk my heart. I knew I would eventually have to date again, feel again, but
for now I’d rather play out the dream, which I guessed was exactly what Rose
had meant by her stupid safe zone.
We
reached Liberty and said goodbye, all the while my heart jumping in my chest,
begging me to stay a little longer. I could avoid reality. I could pretend. But
I couldn’t deny the truth to myself any longer.
I had
fallen for Preston Riggs.
Melissa West writes young adult and new adult novels for Entangled Teen
and Embrace and Penguin/Intermix. She lives outside of Atlanta,
GA with her husband and two daughters and spends most of her time
writing, reading, or fueling her coffee addiction.
She holds a B.A. in Communication Studies and a M.S. in Graphic Communication, both from Clemson University. Yeah, her blood runs orange.
Connect with Melissa at www.melissawestauthor.com or on Twitter @MB_West. And for sneak peeks at upcoming works, prizes, and more, join The RES Spies at Mel's Madhouse: https://www.facebook.com/groups/TheRESspies.
She holds a B.A. in Communication Studies and a M.S. in Graphic Communication, both from Clemson University. Yeah, her blood runs orange.
Connect with Melissa at www.melissawestauthor.com or on Twitter @MB_West. And for sneak peeks at upcoming works, prizes, and more, join The RES Spies at Mel's Madhouse: https://www.facebook.com/groups/TheRESspies.
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