Title: Dante’s Girl
Genre and Age Group: Young Adult
Author: Courtney Cole
Release date: July 2012
Event dates: Sept.
10-29, 2012
www.courtneycolewrites.com |
Until this year.
And this year, after a freak volcanic eruption strands me far from home, I have learned these things:
1. I can make do with one outfit for three days before I buy new clothes.
2. If I hear the phrase, “You’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” even one more time, I might become a homicidal maniac.
3. I am horribly and embarrassingly allergic to jellyfish.
4. I am in love with Dante Giliberti, who just happens to be the beautiful, sophisticated son of the Prime Minister of a Mediterranean paradise.
5. See number four above. Because it brings with it a whole slew of problems and I’ve learned something from every one of them.
Let’s start with the fact that Dante’s world is five light-years away from mine. He goes to black-tie functions and knows the Prime Minister of England on a first name basis. I was born and raised on a farm in Kansas and wear cut-off jeans paired with cowboy boots. See the difference?
But hearts don’t care about differences. Hearts want what they want. And mine just wants to be Dante’s girl.
My heart just might be crazy.
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Short Excerpt:
“Why
do you look sad?” I ask. “You live in a
beautiful country with the world at your fingertips. Your dad is amazing and nice and you’re a
billionaire. What could possibly make
you sad?”
Dante
studies me, his cobalt eyes serious, his expression unreadable.
“Let’s
go for a walk,” he finally says.
“Someplace quieter.”
A
quiet place with Dante? Yes, Please!
I
scramble to my feet and walk with him through the crowd again, this time
oblivious to the stares. He has a huge
stride and I find myself hurrying to keep up, two steps for every one of
his. He weaves us through the people and
out the doors in record time.
Before
I know it, we are on a terrace. In the
dark. Under the stars.
With
Dante.
This
may as well be Heaven.
In
fact, it might actually be.
Have
I died and didn’t realize it?
I
flex my fingers and poke at my thigh.
My
mind is fuzzy and I feel like I am moving slower than I actually am. Is life in slow motion right now or is it
me? I blink hard then poke myself again.
“Are
you alright?” Dante asks, watching me curiously. I nod.
“Yep.
I’ve just never had three glasses of champagne before. In fact, I’ve never even had one. Until now.”
I
giggle at the thought and Dante smiles.
“Okay,
drunk girl. Let’s sit you down.”
He
guides me to a lounger and eases me onto it.
I clutch at his arm, not wanting to let him go. He stares down at me.
“You
really have had too much to drink, haven’t you, little sunflower?”
The
name warms my heart and I decide that he is the handsomest person in the
world.
“Is
handsomest a word?” I ask him.
He
looks at me blankly.
“I
don’t know,” he answers slowly. “Why?”
“You’re
the handsomest person in the world,” I announce. “I don’t care if it’s a word or not. You are it, one way or another.”
Dante
smiles and runs a hand through his hair, as though he’s trying to decide what
to do.
“Oh. Okay.
Um, thanks? What am I going to do
with you? You’re adorable when you are
drunk. But I made you drunk, even if it
was an accident. How was I supposed to
know that you’re such a lightweight?”
He
sounds like he is waging some sort of battle with himself.
“Who
exactly are you arguing with?”I ask, the champagne clouding my thoughts in a
very thorough way. “You will get no arguments from me tonight. No matter what.”
He
sighs, a husky and ragged sound.
It’s
sexy.
I
scoot closer to him and drag him down until he is sitting on the lounger with
me. His warmth feels nice out here
because the air has turned cool. It’s
dark and I feel like we’re in our own little world. I run my fingers over his arm, then grip at
his shoulders.
“You’re
so strong,” I tell him. “And your
fingers are so long.”
I
don’t know what that has to do with anything, I just feel like pointing it
out. Because his fingers are long. I pick up his hand and slide my own against
it. His hand is at least a full inch
longer than mine. Probably more. I curl my fingers around his and hold tight
to his hand.
I
look up at him.
He
is so devastatingly beautiful in the moonlight.
I
tell him so.
He
stares at me, his dark gaze unwavering.
Except for my knees. It
definitely wavers my knees, if that is possible. I know I wouldn’t be able to stand up if I
tried. Which I’m not going to. I’m
staying right here…with Dante.
“Kiss
me,” I whisper. “Please.”
Dante
is silent, his blue eyes frozen on me.
And
then he lowers his head and his soft lips are upon mine.
And
I might seriously die this time.
For
real.
I’m
kissing Dante.
Kissing.
Dante.
The
thoughts won’t stop running through my head as Dante kisses me in the most
romantic and soft kiss I’ve ever experienced.
My thoughts blur together and all I can do now is immerse myself in the
moment. The world actually seems to
explode for a second. This is the most
amazing kiss in the history of the world.
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