Thinking back to my own high school memories, I had many nice times. Oh, sure. There were times when I was upset about some drama or because I didn't get what I wanted but overall, my high school memories were positive. How about yours? Did you enjoy your high school years?
In Ashley Brooke Robbins latest novel, our heroine has some bad times during high school until she meets a boy. (Boys were always a positive in my high school memories) but let's see what's going on....
In Ashley Brooke Robbins latest novel, our heroine has some bad times during high school until she meets a boy. (Boys were always a positive in my high school memories) but let's see what's going on....
Blurb:
My name is Rose, and welcome to the summer break before my senior year. You’d think I’d be a little more excited, sorry to disappoint. My mom thinks I’m in a state of depression. I yell how nuts she is…then begin snot-crying, uncontrollably. So embarrassing.
I live on a small island named Luna Bay, in North Carolina. I should be getting excited like the rest of the teenage population to venture off into the enchanting world of endless exams and studying—college. Instead, I spend my days hiding out in my room, living vicariously through the lives of fictional characters.
Until my whole world turns upside down when I throw water in an innocent guy’s face. That’s when the headaches start, the blackouts and general craziness, ya know, more so than normal.
“Sometimes the worst possible situation turns into something great. Something you’ll never forget…remember that.”—Rose Kaylin.
My name is Rose, and welcome to the summer break before my senior year. You’d think I’d be a little more excited, sorry to disappoint. My mom thinks I’m in a state of depression. I yell how nuts she is…then begin snot-crying, uncontrollably. So embarrassing.
I live on a small island named Luna Bay, in North Carolina. I should be getting excited like the rest of the teenage population to venture off into the enchanting world of endless exams and studying—college. Instead, I spend my days hiding out in my room, living vicariously through the lives of fictional characters.
Until my whole world turns upside down when I throw water in an innocent guy’s face. That’s when the headaches start, the blackouts and general craziness, ya know, more so than normal.
“Sometimes the worst possible situation turns into something great. Something you’ll never forget…remember that.”—Rose Kaylin.
Excerpt:
“Getting ready to watch a meteor shower,” Dad replies in his normal voice, not having to yell to be heard. “Care to join us? You can make out without too much judgment. We’ll just make nauseatingly cute noises.”
I lace my fingers through Caleb’s. “Want to?”
He kisses my nose, which makes me scrunch it up. “I would love to.”
After I change into my regular jeans, T-shirt, and Converse in the upstairs bathroom, I feel a lot better, a lot more like myself. I’m putting my clothes into my room when strong arms wrap around me from behind. I know who it is from the homey feeling associated with his touch. “First the creeper, and now you’ve transitioned into a stalker.” I flip off my light switch.
“There’s my naturally beautiful girlfriend.” He happily picks me up.
“Ha-ha.” No one’s ever called me that before. “We better get out there before it starts.”
He sets me down and takes my hand, letting me lead the way.
“This is a family tradition. My dad has this rather nerdy thing about astronomy,” I explain as we climb up to the attic where we have access to the flat part of the roof.
“Cool.” Caleb shrugs. “Ladies first.”
It’s not long before we’re lying side by side, staring at the black and dark-blue sky. I’ve always found stargazing peaceful, bordering on boring, but this time, it’s different. I sense Caleb’s robust presence beside me, feel every time he takes a breath or even moves a little. I’ve never been this hyper-aware of someone.
The moon seemingly brightens, casting a white glow over us, which grabs my attention. As I take in its silent beauty, something occurs to me. True beauty doesn’t demand attention. It’s in those rare moments, when the crickets sing, that it shows itself; you merely have to be patient. Sometimes it goes deeper than outward appearances. Sometimes you have to take more than a glance to identify it.
Caleb laces his fingers through mine, and I squeeze his hand, almost afraid he’ll disappear because he’s my definition of perfect. Gazing at him, I see his true beauty. It’s not about how high his cheekbones are, or how nice his lips are. It’s about the light twinkling in his eyes. About the magnificent soul residing inside his body. “Remember when you said something about wishin’ on the moon?”
*Sounds so adorable, right??? Well grab your copy and read it today!!
“Getting ready to watch a meteor shower,” Dad replies in his normal voice, not having to yell to be heard. “Care to join us? You can make out without too much judgment. We’ll just make nauseatingly cute noises.”
I lace my fingers through Caleb’s. “Want to?”
He kisses my nose, which makes me scrunch it up. “I would love to.”
After I change into my regular jeans, T-shirt, and Converse in the upstairs bathroom, I feel a lot better, a lot more like myself. I’m putting my clothes into my room when strong arms wrap around me from behind. I know who it is from the homey feeling associated with his touch. “First the creeper, and now you’ve transitioned into a stalker.” I flip off my light switch.
“There’s my naturally beautiful girlfriend.” He happily picks me up.
“Ha-ha.” No one’s ever called me that before. “We better get out there before it starts.”
He sets me down and takes my hand, letting me lead the way.
“This is a family tradition. My dad has this rather nerdy thing about astronomy,” I explain as we climb up to the attic where we have access to the flat part of the roof.
“Cool.” Caleb shrugs. “Ladies first.”
It’s not long before we’re lying side by side, staring at the black and dark-blue sky. I’ve always found stargazing peaceful, bordering on boring, but this time, it’s different. I sense Caleb’s robust presence beside me, feel every time he takes a breath or even moves a little. I’ve never been this hyper-aware of someone.
The moon seemingly brightens, casting a white glow over us, which grabs my attention. As I take in its silent beauty, something occurs to me. True beauty doesn’t demand attention. It’s in those rare moments, when the crickets sing, that it shows itself; you merely have to be patient. Sometimes it goes deeper than outward appearances. Sometimes you have to take more than a glance to identify it.
Caleb laces his fingers through mine, and I squeeze his hand, almost afraid he’ll disappear because he’s my definition of perfect. Gazing at him, I see his true beauty. It’s not about how high his cheekbones are, or how nice his lips are. It’s about the light twinkling in his eyes. About the magnificent soul residing inside his body. “Remember when you said something about wishin’ on the moon?”
*Sounds so adorable, right??? Well grab your copy and read it today!!
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About the Author:
Ashley’s favorite thing to write about is basically anything to do with myths, supernatural, paranormal… but upon occasion she’ll write about young adult life. It comes somewhat naturally to her considering she’s twenty herself.
If the vampires or other supernatural beings still haven’t claimed her, you’ll most likely find her with her computer or a notebook, working on whatever story plots invaded her mind at that time or an article for www.lllranting.com. An organization that supports LGBT and mental health. Like most teenagers, she’s still unsure of what all she wants to do with her life. Become a marine biologist, graphic designer, editor, fashion designer? Or maybe just stick to writing, we might find out one day.
She hopes to one day travel the world, take her mom to swim with the dolphins, let her sister finally visit Graceland, and swim with sharks, probably without her sister and mom. She currently lives in North Carolina with her mom, sister, and four crazy, spoiled dogs who think they’re human.
You can find her on her website: www.JustThatWeirdoNextDoor.com, or on pretty much any other social media site as AshKat174, except Snapchat (ash_lllranting). You can probably find those links on her website.
Ashley’s favorite thing to write about is basically anything to do with myths, supernatural, paranormal… but upon occasion she’ll write about young adult life. It comes somewhat naturally to her considering she’s twenty herself.
If the vampires or other supernatural beings still haven’t claimed her, you’ll most likely find her with her computer or a notebook, working on whatever story plots invaded her mind at that time or an article for www.lllranting.com. An organization that supports LGBT and mental health. Like most teenagers, she’s still unsure of what all she wants to do with her life. Become a marine biologist, graphic designer, editor, fashion designer? Or maybe just stick to writing, we might find out one day.
She hopes to one day travel the world, take her mom to swim with the dolphins, let her sister finally visit Graceland, and swim with sharks, probably without her sister and mom. She currently lives in North Carolina with her mom, sister, and four crazy, spoiled dogs who think they’re human.
You can find her on her website: www.JustThatWeirdoNextDoor.com, or on pretty much any other social media site as AshKat174, except Snapchat (ash_lllranting). You can probably find those links on her website.
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