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Outspoken and flirtatious, Lauren Myers is more than most guys can handle. Even so, a disastrous trip to her boyfriend’s hometown in Greece leaves her reeling, forcing her to reevaluate her views on men and relationships all together.
Level-headed and reserved, Ian Mason is perfectly content with his life the way that it is—until a phone call from his mother flips his life upside down. Suddenly, everything changes and he’s forced to hold the weight of the family business all on his own.
After a chance meeting draws them together, the two will learn love often finds those who aren’t necessarily looking, and that there are moments in life that hold within them all the power to wreck you.
Meet Lauren Myers
A little bit wild and loads of fun, Lauren is definitely someone who can liven up a party. She’s flirty and adventurous, and incredibly bold with her words.
Same as every woman, Lauren sometimes holds a serious side as well…
“The warmth I’d felt inside died a little, because in that moment, I wanted to be that type of girl, the type who didn’t think it was awkward or strange for a guy to hold a car door open for her.
But I wasn’t.”
Lauren’s story is one of finding yourself. It’s about realizing everything happens for a reason—how we have to go through tough times to get to the better ones, and how heartbreaks can make us appreciate happiness more.
Meet Ian Mason
Super sweet and a little shy at times, Ian is a genuine good guy. I’ve wrote cocky arrogant types in the past, and while I love to add a dose of both in my male characters from time to time, writing a straight up good guy was refreshing.
Don’t get me wrong though, Ian is no dud in the personality department…
“Confident enough, are you kidding me? I just got a tattoo.” He shifted his eyes from the road to glance at me for a split-second. “Sweetheart, I went from confident, to dead sexy, to fucking badass in a single afternoon.”
Ian’s story is one of responsibility. It’s all about learning that sometimes in life you have to step up your game for those you love, while at the same time it reminds us that stepping out of our comfort zone occasionally is healthy.
Wreck You Excerpt One: (From Ian)
"I drink just about anything, but because I started with a margarita, I’ll have a shot of some tequila.” She sat up straight and tipped her head to the side. “What about you? Are you just a sloppy beer drinker?”
“A sloppy beer drinker?” I questioned while polishing off my last few swigs.
“Yeah. They say beer drinkers are known for sloppy, lazy sex.” She flashed me this look, one that made me feel as though she were waiting for a specific type of reaction. She was baiting me to ask how she knew this and to push the topic of conversation further; it was reflected in her eyes.
“Never heard that before.” I pushed my empty beer bottle away. If that was the type of sex she associated with guys who drank beer, then I didn’t want to be lumped into that category in her mind—even though it was too late for that. “So what do they say about tequila?”
“I’m sure you’ve heard the saying.” Her eyes glittered with mischief as she glared at me.
I shook my head. “And what saying is that?”
“That tequila makes clothes come off.”
I laughed. “Oh really? I think I have heard that before actually. It’s in a song or something. The question is—is it true?” I raised an eyebrow at her, wondering where the hell this brazen guy had come from. This was so not me. I didn’t talk this way to females. This was Brent. Oh, God, Brent had rested at the bottom of that beer. Yeah, it was definitely time to switch up my drink of choice for the night.
Wreck You Excerpt Two: (From Lauren)
Finishing my nightly routine as quickly as I could, I changed into a comfy tank top and stumbled to where I’d set my purse. Fishing out my cell, I read Blaire’s message.
Are you alive? Just making sure we didn’t send you home drunk with an ax murderer.I laughed and attempted to type a reply that made sense.
I’m fine. He was a perfect gentleman. ~ Lauren
I didn’t wait for her to respond. Instead, I tossed my phone onto the table and headed straight to bed. Sleep eluded me though. My mind was buzzing with too much—thoughts of Jimmy, my horrible trip, the talk with my mom, and my insane crush on Ian.
When I burped up the horrible taste of tequila, I decided maybe I would be able to fall asleep if I actually put sheets on my bed instead of just draping them over it. Even after I made the bed and climbed back in, I knew I still wouldn’t be able to sleep. My room felt foreign and my mind wouldn’t turn off. Maybe sending Ian away so soon had been a bad thing.
A knock at my front door startled me, waking my mind even more than it already was. I reached for my thin pajama pants from off the floor and quietly crept down the hall. A second knock sounded, and I peered through the peephole to see who was on the other side. Ian’s frustrated face stared back at me.
I opened the door and smiled. “Well, hello.”
“Hey. I’m sorry to bother you. I’m sure you’re ready for bed or whatever, but um…” He brought a hand up to smooth along the back of his neck. “Do you think you could jump me off?”
“Jump you off?” I stifled a laugh as the words came out of my mouth. He had to know what that odd request had sounded like.
His mouth opened and his eyes widened as the realization of his word choice crashed into him. “I mean. My truck. Could you jump my truck?”
“Now you want me to jump your truck? Look, I know you found all those vibrators beneath my bed, but I’m not as kinky as you’re thinking. I thought I already mentioned this to you once,” I razzed him.
Jennifer Snyder lives in North Carolina were she spends most of her time writing New Adult and Young Adult Fiction, reading, and struggling to stay on top of housework. She is a tea lover with an obsession for Post-it notes and smooth writing pens. Jennifer lives with her husband and two children, who endure listening to songs that spur inspiration on repeat and tolerate her love for all paranormal, teenage-targeted TV shows.