An Excerpt from Walk the Edge
“This is going to be the best night of our lives,” announces Reagan. Addison sits at the desk in front of me and Reagan’s to the left of Addison.
I check the clock on the wall over our English teacher’s desk. In exactly two minutes, the bell will ring and the first day of my senior year will begin. It’s not only the first day of school, but also the first Friday of the school year.
Three years ago, Addison, Reagan, and I promised we’d do something crazy on the first Friday of our senior year. After notifying High Grove that I declined their scholarship, crazy is exactly what I need. “Are you sure your parents aren’t going to check on us?”
“Trust me, everything will be golden.” Reagan uses the camera on her phone to fix stray pieces of her dirty blond hair. She curled it this morning and much to her displeasure the curls are falling out. “Has Cass started following you yet? I told her you created a Bragger account.”
I sigh and Addison scowls. She’s less than thrilled with my lack of excitement. I currently have twenty-five followers. It’s better than none, but not nearly reaching Addison and Reagan’s totals. Not sure how this whole social media thing is supposed to be fun. It’s like being back in elementary school and waiting to be picked for kickball.
“To gain followers you must post something.” Addison has this teacher to pupil reprimand going on, and it’s scary on her. “Don’t make me start posting for you, brat. You’re the one that wanted to join the world. Reagan and I are trying to catch you up on how to participate in the land of the living.”
“Because everyone will love reading how I was up doing dishes until midnight,” I say.
“Tell them you were doing it naked and half the boys in school will follow you.” Reagan tosses me a sly smirk and I laugh. She’s always saying things that push the envelope. “Tell them you’ll post the picture if you reach five hundred followers. Watch your stats climb, girl.”
“That would be interesting.” A new voice joins the conversation.
I see the jeans first. Actually I see a rip in the jeans, and that rip is an inch above the knee, and I’m staring at a very muscular male thigh. I enter this weird zone, because there’s this sinking feeling of where this is heading, and ominous sirens are sounding off.
It’s like being stuck in slow motion as I glance up. My heart stops. Starts. And when it starts again, I find I can’t breathe. Golden hair that’s a little long on top. Light blue eyes drinking me in. All I see is a whole lot of gorgeous…and dangerous.
It’s Thomas freaking Turner. He wears the same leather vest that he had on the other night, and underneath it is a black T-shirt with the name of an old-school metal band. My eyes automatically scan his patches and I wonder which one is the warning that he carries a gun.
His fingers skim my desk as he strides past. There are small cuts on his knuckles, and the skin on his hands look rough—like him. For some reason, I find that attractive. It reminds me of him hunched in front of his bike yesterday as he was repairing his machine. The steady way he moved. The serious set of his face. The way the muscles in his arms flexed as he worked.
“Hello, Breana.” Thomas’s voice is deep, smooth and feels like a caress along my skin.
This is the second book in the Thunder Road series. We first meet Razor in book 1.. He’s the silent, scary, brooding one. He’s a ticking time bomb. Everyone pretty much steers clear of him when they see him coming. No one wants to irritate him or set him off. He is best friends with Oz, whom we met in the first book, (Oz and Emily’s story ROCKED) and Chevy both in the motorcycle club with him. The club is called the Reign of Terror. Thomas ‘Razor’ has grown up with the Reign of Terror being his family. His father is the Sergeant at Arms. As razor struggles with the thoughts that the club was somehow involved with his mothers death. Anger consumes him until he meets Breanna! Breanna breaks that hard shell that is Razor..
Brianna is an incredibly smart beautiful girl from a very large family that she is smack dab in the middle of. Classic middle child syndrome. Always feeling overlooked left out. Pegged at school as the nerdy, smart one. Bre decides it’s going to be a different her senior year, and Razor is the perfect man for the job.
But Breanna has a problem and his name is Kyle!!
Of course they both are just to hot for words.. Blonde and blue, ripped up smokin hot bod with tatts, and sweet Bre dark hair and her beautiful hazel eyes searching for love and acceptance. Breanne is a little leery of him, being so sheltered, and hearing murderous rumors, with him being from a motorcycle club and all. But the side glances are stolen and the flirtations begin. Soon they are making promises. Spending time together, and trust and friendship blossoms!
Brianna is being blackmailed by some jock at school. Razors trying to find out about his mothers death. There are guns, danger, and heart pounding love! Oh and ANGER remember this is Razor’s story Capitan Brooder Pants! Ha ha …. just the kind of stories I love reading. I found myself crying in this book and I bet you’ll cry too. It is a dual point of view, and it does have a happy ever after. Chevy and violets story is next, and I can’t wait for book 3 SQUEEE!!!