Rebounding by Shanna Clayton
Publication date: June 14th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Rebounding is a FULL-LENGTH novel.
CONTEMPORARY ADULT ROMANCE
Recommended for 17+ due to mature language and adult situations.
Charlotte Hart used to have the perfect life.
Or…what she thought was perfect.
President of her sorority. Legions of friends. A promising career in journalism. It’s exactly what she wanted, exactly what she’d always planned. But after her slimy bastard of a boyfriend cheats on her with her archenemy, everything she built comes crumbling down.
She needs out. Now.
But leaving everything behind means she has to live with Max, a mysterious guy from the past. Living with him isn’t the wisest decision she’s ever made—Max isn’t friendly, he keeps a lot of secrets, and sneaks out in the middle of the night. There’s definitely something shady about him, but at least he seems to understand what she needs. In fact, he seems to know it better than she does.
When Charlotte shows up on Max Archer’s doorstep, he knows he can’t turn her away. He wishes he could—she’s broken, lost, comes with too much baggage, but he owes her his life. Whatever she wants, he’ll find a way to make it happen. Problem is, Max doesn’t count on Charlotte wanting more than he’s willing to give.
He doesn’t count on her wanting his heart.
REBOUNDING follows characters that were introduced in the novel PRETENDING, but you do not need to read PRETENDING beforehand as REBOUNDING is its own story and is a standalone novel
It’s just the two of us, our eyes locked on each other. She’s beautiful. I hadn’t noticed that before, but now it’s hard notto notice it. Everything about her is perfect and symmetrical, to an almost unattainable level. Flawless skin, blonde hair and slender, she’s the type of girl you’d think was Photoshopped if you saw her on a magazine cover. For all her perfection though, the thing I find most attractive is the way her hair keeps spilling from the knot she tied it into. It’s the only thing out of place. She stands up, and then walks over to my bed, inspecting me just as curiously. The way she looks at me makes me wonder if I look as beat up as I feel.
“How are you?” she asks, breaking the silence.
“Okay, I guess, for someone who’s just been stabbed.”
“You were stabbed seven times,” she repeats. “I heard one of the doctors say that.”
Her eyes drift over my face and across my chest, pausing over my left shoulder, where I remember seeing most of the blood. That’s where they cut me the deepest—right
beneath my shoulder blade. Even with the morphine drip I can feel it.
“Why did you help me?” I ask her.
She pinches her brows together like she doesn’t understand the question. “You were in trouble.”
“Most people would’ve run out of that alley as fast as they could.”
“And leave you there to die?” She shakes her head, frowning. “Where I’m from, we don’t just look the other way.”
I don’t believe her. People are generally the same everywhere. When there’s trouble, they get scared. And when people get scared, they run. I’m pretty sure she’s the exception, but I don’t tell her that.
“I suppose I owe you for tonight.”
“Yeah, I kinda did save your life,” she says, her blue eyes sparkling. “But no biggie.”
“I don’t like owing people debts,” I tell her seriously. “Let me write you a check. I have money.”
“Is that how you usually handle this type of situation?” She sounds amused, not at all excited by the prospect of money. I shrug, and then grunt when I feel a sharp pain to my shoulder. “I don’t know. I’ve never been in this type of situation.”
She smiles, and if it’s even possible, becomes more beautiful. It makes me catch my already unsteady breath.
“I don’t want your money.”
“Everyone wants money,” I argue, because it’s the truth. She shakes her head, uncompromising. I let out a sigh. When I said I didn’t like owing people, I meant it. A debt will haunt me, especially one as big as this. “Then what do you want?”
“Hmm.” She tucks her hair behind her ear. “Maybe a favor? One day I might need your help.”
“You don’t even know me,” I point out. “How do you know I’d be any help to you?”
“You didn’t know me either, and yet, here we are.”
“Point taken.” But still objected.
“Why don’t we just chalk this up to what it is—a good deed. It makes me feel good to think of it that way.”
She flashes me that amazing smile of hers again, and it has the same effect on me as it did before. I try to speak, but nothing comes out. I’ve never been around someone with the ability to leave me speechless. I’m not sure I like it.
“It may be a good deed in your eyes,” I say, trying to piece my thoughts together. “But I still see this as something I need to repay.”
She leans against the side of my bed, invading my personal space. She’s so close I can smell her. For being stuck in a hospital all night, I wonder how she can smell so good.
“In that case, I promise one day you will repay me.”
“Just not today, right?”
She shakes her head. “Nope.”
“Are you planning to steal my firstborn child?”
“Yes, now you’re onto the inner workings of my evil mind.”
Whatever she is, she’s the opposite of evil. I don’t understand her, but part of me wishes I could keep her around to remind me of what people are capable of.
“Who are you, Charlotte Hart?” I say, shaking my head. “I thought your brand of human went extinct a long time ago.”
“Nah,” she says, grinning. “There are still a few of us out there.”
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