I recently heard about a book called LETTERS TO NOWHERE by Julie Cross, author of TEMPEST. Interested in seeing more of Cross’s work since TEMPEST, I decided to check it out and the result it nothing like I expected. LTN is fun, witty and has a great plotline. I loved every page of it and I wanted to share it all with you! Below you can read a hilarious excerpt of LTN along with a giveaway for an ebook copy of LETTERS TO NOWHERE. Check it out! Also, right now, LTN is up on Amazon for just 99 cents! You can also find it at Barnes and Noble and Kobo.
I don’t think Jordan even noticed me or Coach Bentley sitting at the table. He went right
for the fridge, chugging milk straight from the carton. I eyed my nearly empty glass. Gross.
Coach Bentley looked over the morning paper at his son. “Damn it, Jordan! Put on a
Jordan glared at his dad but snatched a black hoodie from a hook by the back door and
threw it on. Coach Bentley glared right back and turned to me. “Be ready in ten minutes?”
I nodded, indicating I was ready to leave anytime, then I returned to watching YouTube
videos on my phone. There was a release move on the uneven bars that I wanted to learn, even
though Coach Bentley probably wouldn’t let me try it. He was too obsessed with perfection to let
me take a big risk. And honestly, I’d never been a risk-taker until recently. It was like an itch I
Jordan nudged the gooey eggs around in the skillet, made a face, and reached in a high-
up cabinet, removing a box of sugar-filled cereal. He plunged his hand right into the box and
stuffed his mouth full of fruity pebbles.
What would I have to do to disinfect this food? Spray it all with Lysol? At least I
wouldn’t be eating that cereal, but who knew what he’d get his hands in (literally) when I wasn’t
around to watch?
I distracted myself from pointless germ thoughts and went back watching videos again.
“No way,” Jordan said with his mouth full.
I jumped and glanced over my shoulder at him, now standing right behind me. “What?”
“You can’t do that.” He pointed to the video on my phone.
“I know that.” I stuffed the phone in my gym bag and got up from the chair. “I like to
watch videos of crazy moves when I’m bored.”
Jordan plopped right into my abandoned spot, his disheveled hair looking slightly more
attractive than you’d think it would. He had dimples that popped up when his mouth wasn’t too
full, too. “A crazy move that my dad used to do.”
Now it was my turn to lift an eyebrow. “Yeah, I heard that, too, but I couldn’t find a
video of him performing it.”
Jordan tossed his feet up on the empty chair. “Because he tore his bicep doing that
release right before the World Championships and never competed it.”
“That explains a lot.” Maybe this wasn’t the worst place to be living while training. It
was kind of like a home court advantage.
“Ready, Karen?” Coach Bentley called from the foyer.
“I’ll be in the shower in a few minutes,” Jordan whispered loudly. “Just in case you need
to know. Don’t want you to accidently walk in on me. We should probably post a schedule or put
an alarm on the bathroom door.”
I closed my eyes and turned around, feeling completely mortified.
“Uh-huh,” I said, not looking back at him.
“Thanks for not saying anything. About yesterday…”
Which part? Forgetting to give me a ride or the girl you were feeling up on the couch last
night? I let out a breath. “No problem.”
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