Just South of Biloxi
Release Date: 07/21/15
Just south of Biloxi there was a girl with spunk, a girl with spirit.
A girl with fire.
A girl with a heart full of rebellion.
Just south of Biloxi there was a boy, with a dazzling smile and a kind demeanor.
A boy with morals.
A boy in love.
Just south of Biloxi there was a boy and a girl who realized too quickly, too swiftly, that there is such a thing as shattered hearts and cracked dreams.
Just south of Biloxi there was a boy and a girl who would never truly understand the meaning of some hearts and some worlds are better left broken.
*This is the 4th book in the Asylum series but can be read as a companion standalone*
Picking up speed, I start to gain on him. I’m closing the gap between us. Now, only three feet separate us instead of six. I’m starting to pass him up and I can tell this is vexing him by the way he’s huffing out next to me. I’m pretty sure that I’ve got at least a foot on him when I break through the thicket of trees behind my house. But I’m wrong. It’s right when we’re on the outskirts of my property that I feel the tip of his toes dig into my right heel. It’s right when we’re on the outskirts of my property that I stumble, taking two wobble steps forward before I topple over altogether. Suddenly, I’m rolling across the green grass, stopping on my back so that I can catch my breath. But then Edward surprises me for the second time tonight when he falls on top of me, the heat from his body pouring out of him and seeping through my skin. I’m overheating from the inside out. To top it off, he’s facing me, his abs pressed against my stomach, his warm lips almost touching my neck.
“Edward, what are you doing?” I’m confused and there’s a part of me that’s wondering if he fell on top of me on purpose. I try to push him off me, but he pins my arms over the top of my head, immobilizing me. I’m torn between how I’m supposed to feel about this. Part of me knows that I should trust him and another part of me is afraid of this side of him. I never see this side of him. He’s always so gentle, kind, and courteous.
His eyes burn into to mine as I stare up into his gray-green eyes. I feel his intense gaze making my skin tingle. I open my mouth to say something, but the second I do, he beats me to it, saying, “Something I’ve always wanted to do.”
Before I can process what he just said. His lips are on mine. They’re hot. They’re wet. And they’re shooting shivers of pleasure down my legs. I can feel the warmth from his mouth on mine sitting low in my belly, snaking through my veins, burning as a lava-like venom. But I won’t dare pull out of the kiss. I won’t dare pull out of it even though my mind is spouting off commands that I should. It feels too good. Too amazing. For once, I’m not even thinking about what this spontaneous, lustful act might do to our friendship.
About the Author
Lauren Hammond knew from a young age that she was born to be a writer. After publishing her first novel in 2007, she then went on to write several screenplays and a few award winning poems.She aspires to be a positive role model for young people who have a pencil, a piece of paper, and a dream. Never give up on your dreams, you might wake up one day and regret not pursuing them.She has two more novels in the works, as well as some film projects