on February 3, 2015
Genres: Contemporary Romance, New Adult
If you ask the confident and snarky
skater girl, and she’s in the mood to share, she’ll tell you her name is Cat.
She might even tell you that she’s hooked on graffiti, 80s movies, and having
fun—the riskier the better. Cat will share a good time with you, but she won’t
ever trust you enough to share her heart. It’s protected by secrets and she’d
like to keep it that way.
Cat knows one thing for certain: Love isn’t really her thing.
If you ask the confident and rich pretty boy, he might tell you his name is
Huck. He might even tell you he loves a challenge and is used to getting his
way. He won’t tell you that his life is a mess because he risked his heart by
trusting the wrong girl. Huck is ready for a change, he just wasn’t ready to
get hooked on someone like Cat.
Huck knows one thing for certain: Love hasn’t done him any favors, but Cat just
might be worth the risk.
Cat and Huck think a one-night stand seems harmless, but when all the little
secrets they didn’t share turn out to be toxic truths, they realize how easily
a one-night stand (or a few) could ruin everything.
The thing is, you can be ruined in more than one way. Once you’re HOOKED, what
wouldn’t you risk for the chance at more?
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“Interesting,” she said, taking time to silently check me out a little longer before her eyes lifted to meet mine again. “Well, nice to meet you, Huck.” She waved as she started walking backwards to where she’d left the other guy sitting.
“You’re leaving?” I asked.
“That’s all he told me to ask you,” she explained, a smile teasing at the corners of her wicked lips.
“I don’t get to ask you anything?”
“Not tonight, Abercrombie.”
Abercrombie? What did that mean?
“I don’t even get a name?” I asked.
“Will you be back here tomorrow?”
“I’m at the skate park most Saturday mornings,” she offered.
“Where’s that?” I asked. I hadn’t been to many places around Venice Beach yet. The first night I ventured down to the Santa Monica Pier to check it out, I’d accidentally stumbled across Old Muscle Beach and the strange, beautiful girl who was now walking away from me. I hadn’t been able to force myself to explore anywhere else yet. I didn’t really want to. She was the only thing I wanted to explore.
“It’s over by the graffiti walls,” she called over her shoulder, pointing to the south end of the beach. “You can’t miss it.”
“You’ll be there tomorrow?” I asked.
“Like I said, I usually am on Saturday mornings.”
“Whenever I get up,” she answered, flashing me an impish smile.
I guess I knew what I’d be doing all morning—hanging out at the skate park like a goddamn pedophile. She kept walking without looking back and I watched as she rejoined the guy I’d seen her hanging out with every night so far. I hoped he was just a friend. If not, I was going to have to relegate him to that duty because I definitely wanted to get to know the skater girl better.
I was hooked.