If your first thought when you saw the cover of my newest book was that this guy was about to box a zombie, you're a true fan. I adore you.
But no, I've decided to give it a try stepping away from Young Adult, the end of the world and all things sci-fi to write a New Adult Romance. And that story is Knockout.
Fighting isn't always about winning.
Sometimes it's about not giving up.
Jenna and Kellen have always known exactly who they are - black sheep. Outsiders in their own lives, they found a place together somewhere between ocean view mansions and the L.A. foster system.
But as they grow into their lives and discover the roles expected of them, everything changes. Boundaries are pushed, lines are blurred and when a horrible accident lands Kellen in the hospital, they'll both be forced to rethink everything they thought they knew about themselves. And each other.
*Knockout is a New Adult Romance, meaning the filter is off. Language is harsher and love scenes are slightly less... blurry than my YA books. It's no 50 Shades, but it is a little more real.
He grinned faintly before looking away. “Laney has never been here. All this time and she’s never shown up. She said she doesn’t like the neighborhood. She’s worried her car will get stolen.”
“Kellen, what she said tonight-"
“Is true,” he cut me off harshly, his eyes going dark. “She’s right. I’m poor white trash, Jenna. It doesn’t matter what grades I get or college I go to. I’ll always be poor white trash.”
“Those aren’t the same thing,” I told him, getting angry.
“Poor and trash. Those are two completely separate things and you know it. You’ve met some of Laney’s friends. Hell, you’ve met some of my parent’s friends. They’re rich as shit but some of them are straight up trash. People lying to each other, cheating on each other, stealing from each other. Money doesn’t make you a good person. If anything, it ruins you."
He continued to stare into the distance. I know he heard me but I also knew I wasn't getting through. He was gone. Detached the way he got when he the world expected too much.
“Hey, look at me,” I told him. Finally he brought his dark eyes to mine. “When you look at me, do you only see a rich girl?”
Kellen’s brow pinched. “No. Not at all.”
“Good, ‘cause when I look at you, I don’t see a poor boy. I see you. All of you. The boxer, the genius, the smartass, the know it all. You are who you are, Kel. You’re not the place you grew up in or your bank account. You’re you and I happen to think that you are pretty fucking amazing.”
He smirked and when the light of it hit his eyes, I sighed inside. “You’re pretty fucking amazing yourself.”
“I know. Now go do what you do until you feel like yourself again. I’ll wait.”
And I did. For hours. Kellen ran through his entire workout but I didn’t say a word. I sat in that chair or wandered around the gym, but I stayed close the entire time. He didn’t speak to me, he barely looked at me, but it didn’t matter. He was in his zone. In his place where the world turned blurry like the painting I’d done of him. Where it was all color and light without sound or thought. It was weightless. Instinctual and free.
Author of YA/NA science fiction and romance peppered with wit and sarcasm.