So, I have been the slowest person ever to share my own trailer reveal! Eek! But, without further ado …
Genre: Contemporary Romance (New Adult)
Seven tequila shots.
Stacey is good at pretending.
She pretends that the boy she’s in love with doesn’t exist.
She pretends that she’s happy to live and die in this small town.
She pretends that her life is carefree while her best friend’s world crumbles before her very eyes.
But Stacey’s got a secret …
And it’s going to ruin everything.
a concrete pylon right next to my head.
ears. Apparently being woken by drill-saw seriously impedes my ability to form
words. I reach my hand out and slam something in front of me, presumably the
drill-saw, most likely a clock radio. Regardless, the action makes the noise
stop, thank hell.
ringing in my head of dizzy-making proportions. Not to mention that my tongue
tastes like I’ve been eating road-kill. Yuck.
as protection from the harsh yellow light coming in through the window framed
by black-flowered curtains. What fresh hell is this? Who has opened my—
for the assault of light from the left of the room. Yep. Black floral curtains
me. Aside from the window, there’s a black bedside table with a digital clock
on the top of it, right next to a red lamp. The floor is covered in a
shaggy-looking cream carpet, a black skirt and red lacy bra lying on top of it.
to look? Can I?
before. There was the party at Joe’s. I’d gone there with Kate, because Dave
and the band were playing. Michael. I saw Michael. Tequila. Lots of tequila.
surface. One for each shot. At least I can remember that.
how the hell did I get here? And, more importantly, where is here?