Stir Me Up by Sabrina Elkins
Her senior year has just gotten a lot more complicated...
Sabrina Elkins
SABRINA ELKINS, author of STIR ME UP, has also worked as a journalist, movie copywriter and prep cook. She grew up in Vermont, graduated from USC, and now lives in Southern California with her husband and three kids. Sabrina loves hearing from fans and encourages you to visit her website, sabrinaelkins.com, and find her on Twitter @sabrina_elkins, Facebook, and here at Goodreads.
Excerpt
It’s maybe twelve-thirty when I decide to do the unthinkable. I slip my jeans back
on, take a room key, glance at Estella—sound asleep—and tiptoe out the door barefoot,
hands shaking. I knock lightly on Julian’s door, sure he too is fast asleep. I can’t hear a
thing inside his room. But I know he’s got the cane and his legs to deal with, so I wait. Even
though he’s sleeping. He said he was tired. This is stupid... I clutch my room key and
decide I’ll leave. I’ll wait twenty more seconds and then leave. He’s not coming. Okay. I
turn—and of course that’s when the door opens. Jeans. Cane. Bare chest.
“Hi,” I manage.
The door opens wider. I slip inside, and I’m instantly pinned to the wall by Julian’s free
arm and body. “Estella’s asleep?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“You’re trembling.”
“I... ” His kiss leaves me breathless; my arms are wrapped around him. His balance is
better now, but distantly I worry about him falling again. My legs may give out also.
“Ahh... ”
“Come to bed.”
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It’s maybe twelve-thirty when I decide to do the unthinkable. I slip my jeans back
on, take a room key, glance at Estella—sound asleep—and tiptoe out the door barefoot,
hands shaking. I knock lightly on Julian’s door, sure he too is fast asleep. I can’t hear a
thing inside his room. But I know he’s got the cane and his legs to deal with, so I wait. Even
though he’s sleeping. He said he was tired. This is stupid... I clutch my room key and
decide I’ll leave. I’ll wait twenty more seconds and then leave. He’s not coming. Okay. I
turn—and of course that’s when the door opens. Jeans. Cane. Bare chest.
“Hi,” I manage.
The door opens wider. I slip inside, and I’m instantly pinned to the wall by Julian’s free
arm and body. “Estella’s asleep?” he asks.
“Yes.”
“You’re trembling.”
“I... ” His kiss leaves me breathless; my arms are wrapped around him. His balance is
better now, but distantly I worry about him falling again. My legs may give out also.
“Ahh... ”
“Come to bed.”
Giveaway
Win 1 of 3 stockings filled with holiday candy, chocolates, a hand-crafted Christmas charm bracelet and $10 Amazon gift card. Open Internationally. Void where prohibited.
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