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Book Title: Pressure Point
Author: Olivia Luck
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: January 28, 2015
I know what you’re thinking. It’s unconventional to want a man nine years older than you. It’s inconvenient to crush on your dearest friend’s older brother. It’s silly to pine after a man for six years. It’s cliché to lust after a celebrity. It’s pathetic to fall in love with a man who barely knows you exist.
I know what you’re thinking because I’ve thought it all, too. And yet that hasn’t stopped me from wanting Blake Campbell. Charming, gorgeous, brilliant, kind, selfless – Blake is everything I’ve ever wanted, but he doesn’t see me that way. In fact, he hardly noticed me until one night.
Traumatic events brought us together for the first time, but then he tossed me aside. I know it’s irrational, but I wanted him up until the moment he left me lying there alone.
When his eyes finally open and he finds out I’ve left, will it be too late?
Some people trip over a crack in the sidewalk and meet the love of their life. Some people are walking down the street, lost in a text message when they literally stumble into their destiny. Others don’t have romance on their radar when they fall off the deep end and into the relationship that makes them whole. In other words, love finds them and not the other way around.
I’ve never been one of those people. Romantic. Dreamer. Idealist. I’ve been called them all. Those nicknames never bothered me because I knew all the way to the marrow of my bones that the love of my own life was not too far away.
In my mind, the scenario was complete.
Our eyes would meet across a crowded room.
No, that’s not right.
Let’s take it from the top.
He’d become aware of me first, unable to wrench his eyes away from my glossy back waves (thank you Italian heritage and superb genetics). They would tumble around my shoulders elegantly and I’d be wearing an outfit that elongates my short legs (stubs, as my cousins called them. Rude.).
In my mind, the moment I meet him is flawless.
Reality had a different idea.
Because when I found the man I knew I was destined to be with me, he hardly noticed me. Every time after, he saw me as nothing more than a friend to his sister. Most times we interacted he scarcely paid attention to me, if only to provide pleasantries.
Despite all that, my gut keeps telling me that I’m meant to be with him. I’m not giving up. No matter what.
Friends, I’m working hard on Pressure Point and it’s about two-thirds done. I hope. Beta readers, that means I”m coming for you!
As promised, I’ve got a very unedited Pressure Point teaser for you. It’s subject to change and edits, of course.
Remember to add Pressure Point to your TBR. And now for your teaser….
“Teresa, that was the best Italian I’ve ever had.” I tell her with a wink.
“Bambino, I didn’t do any of the cooking. It was my Stella. She’s pretty talented, hm?” There’s a twinkle in Teresa’s eye, like she knows that her pretty daughter has caught my attention. I school my features neutral, but let my gaze drift over to Stella who is blushing sweetly as she zips her feet into heeled boots.
“It was nothing,” she murmurs.
That blush makes me want to kiss her ten times more than I did when I walked into the house an hour early. She’s got culinary skills, too?
I’ve got to push this beautiful girl out of my head. Fast. The damn universe must be against me today, because I don’t get a reprieve from Stella’s sweetness.
After Teresa kisses us all good bye with a flurry of Italian words I don’t understand, I herd the girls into the backseat of the SUV. Somehow Stella winds up wedged between Zoe and I. The gentle scent of her floral perfume warps around me, rendering me absolutely fucking useless on the short drive from her home to the Chicago Center. Several inches separate us on the bench seat, but if I were to shift just right…
Feigning nonchalance, I stretch my right leg so it rests against hers. Could it be my imagine or did she just suck in a breath? I wonder what it would be like to have her hair wrapped around my fist, her legs tangled with me while I…
Zoe’s voice is a surprise bucket of Gatorade tossed on your head after winning the Super Bowl. It gives me the jolt I need to stop fantasizing about her friend.
First of all, thank you, thank you, thank you for supporting New Point! I’m so thrilled you love Miles and Zoe as much as I do. A lot of you have been asking me about Stella and Blake… They are coming! I am writing Pressure Point feverishly and have a planned release in January 2015.
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And, I will be sharing an exclusive Pressure Point teaser in this space next week – especially for my blog followers.
Lots and lots of love!