Title: The Edge of Something
Author: Andi Loveall
Genre: Contemporary, New Adult Romance
Release Date: November 10, 2015
Publisher: Swoon Romance
Summary:After a nasty breakup, twenty-two-year-old Devin Ashford is on a mission to travel the world one random excursion at a time. He wants to forget his ex, discover new experiences and end up with some awesome stories to tell. If it takes spending all of his savings to do it, he is ready.
His first stop is a communal homestead in the Appalachians of North Carolina, which turns out to be a bohemian paradise. The weed is plentiful, the owners adore him, and the very sight of Cora, their nineteen-year-old goddaughter, makes him want to set up a permanent camp.
Cora warns that she isn’t ready for a serious relationship, but Devin is falling hard. Playful kisses turn into passionate sex, and each day is spent connecting and enjoying the mind-numbing awesomeness—until he makes the mistake of saying “I love you.” Discussing the future kills the good vibes, and Cora pushes him away.
Pissed off and rejected, Devin begins preparing for his next excursion: backpacking India. But just when it’s time to go, the death of one of the homestead’s beloved animals leaves Cora upset and in need of a friend. Devin’s kindness wins him another shot at romance.
With a plane ticket in hand and his pride on the line, Devin and Cora find themselves teetering on the edge of something more.
She smiled, holding them out. “Would you like one?”
“Um. Yes. Don’t mind if I do.” He took it from her, letting his fingers rest on her hand a beat longer than necessary. If she noticed, she didn’t let it show.
“We just dug them up from the greenhouse this morning. They’re good. Raven doesn’t believe in peeling them because why waste the resources, you know?”
He stuck the carrot between his teeth, secured his foot on the log fence, and hauled himself up. A sweet scent wafted over from her wet hair. It was pure and natural, like the earth after a rainstorm.
She looked over at him and narrowed her eyes. “Welcome to the fence.”
He laughed through the carrot and leaned forward, dropping it from his mouth into his hand. “Thank you, thank you.”
Judy was lumbering over. Cora leaned forward, holding out a carrot.
“Come here girl,” she said, feeding it to her. “Come here Rainbow.”
“I thought her name was Judy.”
“It is,” she said. “But I call her Rainbow. We were here visiting when Walter and Raven brought her home. They said we could name her — my sister and me. But we couldn’t agree. She wanted Mrs. Jenkins and I wanted Rainbow. We got in such a fight about it that Raven decided to name her Judy. It was this huge scandal, and I cried for like three days. Then, I realized I could just call her Rainbow.”
“How old were you when this happened?”
“Maybe six.”
“This is good, by the way,” he said, chewing a bite of carrot. “Kind of outrageously good.”
“Told you.”
“Carrots are such an all-or-nothing thing, too.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well … ” He swallowed. “Take garlic, for instance. It might be a little green in the middle, or a little too dry, but for the most part—obvious reasons such as spoilage aside—garlic is garlic. Onions are onions. And potatoes? Hard to go wrong with potatoes. If nothing else you can mash them up and you’re good to go. But with carrots, they’re either bitter and awful or completely amazing. There’s absolutely no middle ground.”
“What kind of weird carrot experiences have you had?” She laughed. “They’re almost always good.”
He made a grim face. “If only that were true. After being hit by a carrot truck and bashed in the head with a can of carrots by an unknown assailant, I can only assume the position the carrots have taken. This carrot here? It just might be a sign the war is over.”
“Maybe it was fate,” she said. “You having so many bad carrots. Now you can really appreciate the good ones.”
“I do appreciate,” he said, gazing at her.
Andi Loveall grew up in the blistering heat of California’s Central Valley and has since traveled far and wide in search of adventure and romance. From the steamy streets of Bangkok to the dancing fireflies of the Appalachians, the places, people and things she has seen have convinced her of two things: Life hurts no matter where you go, and the world is a crazy-beautiful place.
A freelance writer by day and storyteller by night, Andi is on a mission to create characters that come alive in worlds she can’t quite reach. When she’s not writing, she’s usually hula hooping, dying her hair bright colors or making delicious home-cooked meals for herself and the people that she loves.
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