Title: The
Story of You and Me
Author: Pamela
DuMond
Release date: September
17, 2013
Genre:
Coming-of-Age, Contemporary Romance
Age Group: New Adult, Mature Young Adult
Links to the book:
Book Description:
She's
driven to save a life.
He's
haunted by breaking one.
Some
secrets are too risky to share.
But
nothing's more dangerous than falling in love...
Nineteen-year-old
Sophie doesn’t listen to the naysayers because she has hope. The kind of hope
that makes you do weird things—like travel two thousand miles away from
everyone she knows and loves to a strange city.
So
what if her first night in Los Angeles starts with a small misstep—a brief trip
to the ER after twenty-one-year-old Alejandro, the hottest guy she’s ever met,
saves her during a bar fight on the USCLA campus.
The
stakes are high for Sophie—life and death—as she seeks answers to dark questions
in a city that can be a slice of heaven, or a piece of hell. She’s running out
of time on her journey to find healing. Falling for a guy isn’t part of her
plan. But healing doesn’t always come the way you think you need it.
Sophie’s
healing is six-foot-two-inches tall, has stunning hazel eyes, black, shiny hair
and a rock solid chest that shelters her. Her healing is Alejandro.
But
he’s not your typical college party boy—he has a dangerous past. Sophie isn’t
the only one who keeps secrets. As they fall in love, he fears his truth might
hurt her. And Sophie doesn’t know if she has the courage to tell him:
He can’t break her—because she’s already broken.
A Story of Hope. A Story of
Love. A Story of Redemption.
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Excerpt:
I glanced at Alejandro who lay on
his back on a table next to me also clad in a threadbare patient gown.
Strangely, it suited him. His eyes widened as he watched what I was going
through, most likely realizing—he was next. “Dr. Tung,” I said, “please be
super gentle with the needles on my friend, Alejandro. He’s not here to heal.
Or research. He’s just here to experience… life. I think.”
“Yes.” Dr. Tung gently stuck in a
needle in Alex’s forehead. “Yin Tang. Third eye point.”
“Hey!” He jumped halfway off the
table. “What are you doing? This feels weird.”
Dr. Tung put a hand on his shoulder
and gently pushed him back down. “You have energy shut off from accident that
happened about four years ago.”
“You were in an accident?” I asked.
“You’re not an official Angeleno
until you’ve had your first fender-bender,” Alex said. “It’s practically a rite
of passage.”
Dr. Tung stuck a needle in Alex’s
chest and then—bam, bam, bam, three needles in
his right ankle and foot. “You need to release that energy so chi flows. So
life flows.”
“I’m not a human pin-cushion, you
know?” He squirmed.
“Stop moving,” I said. “You’re going
to screw up the needles. You don’t want to do that.”
Alex frowned but stopped fidgeting.
“Fine. But, I’m doing this for you, Sophie.”
Dr. Tung stuck a few needles in his
ear. And one in his nose.
He sneezed, which didn’t help
matters. “Dammit!” He was filled with needles, half naked and wearing a stupid
gown. He looked at me like a miserable puppy that was getting shots at the
vet.
I started giggling. I knew it was
wrong. Very wrong. But I couldn’t help it.
“Stop laughing,” Alex hissed.
“You’re going to screw up the needles. God knows you don’t want to screw up the
needles. Because we could actually be having a normal date.”
“But we’re not on a date,” I said.
“Whatever. We could be catching a
movie. Going to a party. But no, we’re in Chinatown. And not for Dim Sum. We
are quite possibly screwing up the needles.”
I couldn’t stop laughing. “Dr. Tung.
Dr. Tung?”
“Yes?” he asked.
“I think Alejandro needs his Yin
Tang opened a teensy bit more.”
Dr. Tung moved toward Alex and
eyeballed his forehead. He twisted the needle deeper.
“Ow!” He hollered.
“I come back in fifteen minutes. You
two be quiet. Do not scare other patients.” Dr. Tung quickly left the room.
“This is like hitting me with the
kickball in middle school, isn’t it?” Alex asked. A grin grew on his face. “I
think this means you like me.”
“Get over yourself,” I said.
About the Author:
Pamela
DuMond is the writer who discovered Erin Brockovich's life story, thought it
would make a great movie and pitched it to 'Hollywood'.
She's
addicted to The X Factor. The movies Love Actually and The Bourne
trilogy (with Matt Damon -- not that other actor guy,) make her cry every time
she watches them. (Like -- a thousand.) She likes her cabernet hearty, her
chocolate dark and she lives for a good giggle.
When she's
not writing Pamela's also a chiropractor and cat wrangler. She loves reading,
the beach, yoga, movies, animals, her family and friends. She lives in Venice,
California with her furballs. If she ever gets her act together, she might even
blog more often.
She's constantly updating her website, which you can find below
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