Available NOW!
An
Unstill Life
When
your whole world is falling apart, what are the chances you’ll find love in the
most unexpected of places?
Livvie
feels like she’s losing everything: her two best friends have abandoned her for
their boyfriends, her mother continues to ignore her, while her sister, Jules,
is sick again and getting worse by the day. Add in the request Jules has made
of her and Livvie feels like she’s losing her mind, too.
Her only
escape is in the art room, where she discovers not only a refuge from her life,
but also a kindred soul in Bianca, the school “freak”. Livvie’s always felt
invisible, at school and at home, but with Bianca, she finally feels like
someone sees the real Livvie. As the relationship deepens and it comes time to
take the romance public, will Livvie be able to take that step?
Livvie’s
about to find out if she has what it takes to make the tough decisions and
stand up for herself—for the first time in her life.
"I cannot rate this book highly enough...The honesty in Livvie's voice as she tells her story is refreshing. Her world is believable, relatable, breath-taking, and inspiring. I had to take a couple of "cry breaks" while reading. An Unstill Life is a must-read." - Jessica Lucci
"A beautifully written and poignant story dealing with more than one controversial issue, I strongly recommend this book to anyone looking for a contemporary issue-driven read." - Xan
"An Unstill Life is breathtakingly beautiful and emotionally riveting. I was so impressed and cannot wait to read more books by this stellar author!" - Laura
"An Unstill Life is a perfect view of how fast everything can spiral out of control. Kate Larkindale balances difficult topics with true to life emotions. The descriptions of events, emotions and reactions that each character has is directly on point and plays out smoothly within the situations presented. Issues of bullying, discrimination and even deep rooted domestic frustrations are cleanly addressed in an honest way." - Long and Short Reviews
Excerpt:
I lolled against Bianca,
aware of her distinctive raspberry scent enveloping me. My laughter caught in
my throat, and I had trouble breathing through it. I looked up at her, watching
the way the streetlights played across her features. With her head thrown back,
her throat was long and white, and I was overcome with a sudden desire to touch
it.
I didn’t say a word, but she
seemed to hear my thoughts. Her laughter quieted, and she turned to look at me,
her eyes glittering in the sodium glow. For a long time we stood there, eyes
locked, the warm breeze wafting across our skin.
Bianca bent her head, and her
lips settled upon mine. They were warm and soft, slippery with lipstick. I
shivered and pressed my own lips hungrily against hers. Her mouth opened a
little, and I followed, admitting her inquisitive tongue. It tickled mine,
darting in and out, waltzing across my taste buds. The flavor of wine, exotic
and sour at the same time, flooded my mouth.
My heart beat a rapid tattoo
through my chest. This was wrong. I should not be doing this. But I remained
mesmerized, nerves I’d never noticed before singing songs of ecstasy along my
spine.
Kissing Jesse had been nothing like this.
She pulled away, slowly, as
if surfacing from a dive. She licked her lips, smiling in satisfaction. Her
lipstick, smeared now, blurred her mouth into something unrecognizable. I ran
my tongue across my lips and tasted her there, spikes of electricity igniting
in my belly. This was better than I could have imagined.
“Wow…” she breathed. “You’re
good.”
“Am I?” I reached for her
again, wanting nothing but her mouth on mine once more.
“Yeah, you are.” She pushed
me against the wall, and I lost myself in her kisses.
Time held no meaning. It
could have been seconds or forever before I drew back. Nothing so good could be
wrong, yet my stomach writhed with guilt. “I…I should get home.” My voice was
unsteady.
Bianca glanced up at the
star-speckled sky and nodded. “Yeah. Me too.”
It felt completely natural
when, as we walked toward the bus stop two blocks away, she slipped her hand
into mine.
No comments:
Post a Comment