The Fragile Line: Part One (The Fine Line #2)
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Thank you to Lori Rattay for the invitation to attend the North Iowa Book Bash in April of 2016. I’m not sure if you know this, but your invitation lit a spark, that drove me to buckle down hard enough to actually finish a story that I had started at a point where “life” had gotten in the way of writing. Thank you so much for reigniting that fire.
To my beta readers: Verna McQueen of Verna Loves Books, Alissa Evanson of A is for Alpha B is for Books, and Lori Rattay of BF Bookies. Your honest input and guidance has been absolutely invaluable. Thank you for your feedback, support, and encouragement, and for helping to make this story the best it can be.
To every reader, reviewer, and blogger who has given their unlimited support. You are the best cheerleaders an author could ever ask for. Your optimism inspires me!
High school senior Liv Evans has one rule: No attachments. She’s lost enough in her life and has vowed to do whatever it takes to make sure she never again feels the emptiness of losing someone she loves. Boys are a fun distraction, but a serious relationship is something she’d rather live without. Her determination for a future free of pain and heartbreak is put to the test when she meets–and quickly forms an unexpected bond–with Logan Tanner.
Logan has always been a free spirit, but ever since a life-changing event took place, which left him doubting the integrity of those who are closest to him, he’s taken that term to a whole new dangerous level. Learning the hard way that life is too short for worries or work–and that women can’t be trusted–Logan has exchanged steady work for street racing. When Liv walks into his world, everything he thought he knew about life and women is challenged.
In The Fine Line, Liv and Logan will discover if it’s possible for true love to have a future, or if history is destined to repeat itself.
Excerpt from
The Fine Line
“Liv, wake up,” Logan whispered softly. A hum came out of my throat as I shifted off his shoulder and turned away from him, burrowing my face in the cool pillow beside us. The soft fabric smelled like him and I took one more deep, heavenly breath in. How long had I been asleep? Based on my current comatose state, not long.
His hand casually brushed up and down my arm. “You’ve got to see this.”
Intrigued, my eyes cracked open, just enough to see the blurry orange and purple hues reflect on the bare walls of Logan’s bedroom. His fingers brushed my hair off my face and behind my ear.
“Open your eyes, baby. It’s beautiful.”
He called me baby.
I turned to face him as I opened my eyes, confused and unexpectedly delighted by his term of endearment. When my eyes finally focused and saw his beautiful face lit up by the colors of the sunrise, my bewilderment grew incredibly. His eyes glowed as he studied me. I had never seen him look this peaceful and content. He smiled at my expression then huffed out a single laugh.
“It slipped,” he said as if he read my mind. “Get over it.”
He moved off the bed and leisurely walked to the window, placing his wrist on the window frame above his head and his other hand on his hip, as he gazed out with a more contemplative expression. Then he turned to face me and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He extended his hand, motioning for me to join him.
I didn’t need to see the sunrise. The beautiful man that stood before me, bare chested and painted in colors was enough. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His smile faded as he dropped his arm to his side, and he stared at me for a moment.
Slowly, the melancholy grew in his eyes. “I don’t know what the hell to think when you look at me like that, Liv. Everything about that look says you want me. That you need me, like I need you. But something tells me you’d freak if I tried anything with you right now. I’ve never been so fucking confused in my life.”
Shit. I tried to snap myself out if it, but I still couldn’t look away. I was being unfair to him. He deserved so much better than me, so much more. He deserved the world. He deserved something I couldn’t give him. I sat up with my feet dropping down to the floor. He deserved an explanation.
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About the Author
Alicia Kobishop
Alicia Kobishop is a contemporary romance writer who lives in Milwaukee, WI, USA with her husband and two children.
Before trying her hand in writing, she worked her way up in the field of administrative healthcare with experiences ranging from working within a large local healthcare organization, to smaller independent physician practices.
In early 2013 her life took a change of course when she re-evaluated her passions in life, and sought out to try many new things. She reclaimed her childhood passion for reading, and after reading tons of fictional novels in a short amount of time, and loving every moment of it, she became absorbed with the idea of taking her experience with books to the next level, and decided to write one. Nine months later, her debut novel, The Fine Line was published.
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