Okay, so the cover reveal for CAUGHT UP IN US will be week of January 7! (Didn’t happy today, sorry!) I’m dying to share it. I love it sooooooo much! Soon, soon, soon. Did I mention I’m also going to pre-release the first 4-5 chapters for free on Amazon, B&N, etc? Next week too!

For now, here’s another teaser to whet your appetites! And, don’t forget, you can mark CAUGHT UP IN US “to-read” on Goodreads!

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“What’s your address?”
        I gave it to him, and he told the driver, then he looked back at me
again. His green eyes were darker, more intense. “It’s really good to
see you again, Kat.”
        I grasped mentally at numbers, at logic, at images of my parent’s
store, at the sound of my mom’s voice. But they were all wisps in my
hands, falling through fingers, as my double-crossing heart longed to
whisper it’s good to see you too. His gaze stayed on me, and his eyes
said so many things, all the things I’d wanted to hear.
         I could feel the whole back of the car grow smaller and bigger at
the same time. Everything faded away, the din of the music from the
radio, the strangers walking down the street. He was all I saw,
sitting next to me, looking in my eyes. I wished I could say I was
thinking of business, of my jewelry line, or even of mundane things
like where I’d left the quarters for the next load of laundry, because
that would all prove I was as impervious as I’d aimed to be. But when
your first love tells you how good it is to see you again, you don’t
think at all. You just feel.
        I felt my traitorous heart jumping, my belly flipping.
        Stupid body trying to trick me.
        Somewhere, I caught the dangling end of the anger still in me, and
held on tight so I wouldn’t fall into his arms. “This is a nice car,”
I said crisply, by way of changing the subject.
        He cleared his throat. “Yeah. Thanks. So, I was thinking it would be
a good start to this mentor thing if I show you the factory. Can you
go with me on Friday?”
        “Let me just check my schedule and get back to you.”
        Then I turned away, and stared out the window, as if the rain-soaked
New York streets were endlessly fascinating, high-fiving myself for
playing it cool.