Book Info:
Title: Lily of the Valley
(Flowering, #1.5)
Author: Sarah Daltry
Blurb:
18+ New Adult romance
You met them in Forget Me
Not. Now, hear Jack’s story.
Plagued by a dark past, Jack sees college as a way out. Desperate
to escape the area where he grew up, the people who know his secrets, and his
own family, he deals with his problems through alcohol and sex.
When he first sees Lily, she’s the epitome of everything he hates.
Yet something about her makes Jack rethink everything he knows and assumes
about other people. Now, with the help of his best friend and lover, Jack has
to decide if he wants to pursue something that he knows will only end badly.
Can Lily be one of the few people who can see Jack for who he
really is – or will his darkness be too much for her to handle?
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About The Author:
Sarah
Daltry writes erotica and romance that ranges from sweet to steamy. She moves
around a lot and has trouble committing to things. Lily of the
Valley is her third full length novel, although she also has several
story collections and two novellas available. Her other novels are Forget Me Not, the story that tells
Lily’s version of events, and Bitter Fruits, which was available
shortly, but is now in the contract phase with a major publisher. When Sarah isn’t writing, she tends to waste a lot of
time checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and
simply staring out the window.
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Excerpt:
At work, though, the people are real.
Both the customers and the staff. During the busy times, we get more
douchebags, mostly my classmates who probably should be in the library and not
eating a hangover away. Mal is also on this morning. He’s a recovering
alcoholic, a total asshole to nearly everyone, and an incredibly shitty employee
in a lot of ways. But the dude can cook and when I walk in a couple minutes
late with no explanation, Mal just shrugs and hands me an order.
“Big parties last night?”
“Huge party. I spent the night reading
Dostoevsky.”
“He a scientist?” Mal flips over the
largest slab of ham I have ever seen. For all the sort of dive element of this
place, the food is still fucking great.
“Yeah, something like that.”
“Eh. Never cared for all that mumbo
jumbo. Don’t know any of it and I’m doing just fine.”
That’s
something else I admire about Mal. By no one’s standards is he doing just fine.
He has a tendency to fall off the wagon as soon as he approaches his ten month
anniversary – which he has been doing for likely longer than I
have been alive. He’s been married and divorced five times. He has three kids
who don’t speak to him. Finally, he only eats the food from the café and he
lives in a motel out by the prison. Oh – and he works as a short order cook in
a shitty café. But in his mind, life is just fine. Sometimes, I think I need to
get a hold of whatever it is that keeps him from losing his shit.
We settle into our routine, since there
is little Mal and I can talk about. I can’t discuss Raskolnikov’s character
traits and Mal simply has nothing to say. So we cook in silence, but it’s
comfortable. After everything I have been through, I feel a strange affinity
for this place. Even thinking about leaving when I eventually get the hell out
of town makes me a little sad. I hate that it makes me sad. I want to leave
with no connections, with no strings.
I
go to stick an order on the counter for Liz when I see her. Strawberries. She’s
with some dude, who is
basically what I pictured when she mentioned her
boyfriend. Broad, tan, blond, and eating like a fucking pig. I don’t know what
they’re talking about and I can’t see her face, but he loves her. It’s
immediately recognizable and I hate him for it. I don’t even know why I hate
him for it, since at least maybe he’s not as much of a dick as I would have
expected. If we had been placing bets, I would have gone with the safe
assumption he had something else on the side to make up for having such a sweet
and pure girlfriend. I wonder if maybe she isn’t as innocent as she looks. The
thought makes me horny again. I don’t get what is so damn attractive about this
typical girl, but something makes me want to taste every inch of her skin.
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