Sweet Thing by Renee Carlino
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Age Group: New Adult
Event organized by: AToMR
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Book Description:
A USA TODAY bestseller, Sweet Thing tells the
story of Mia Kelly, a twenty-five-year-old walking Gap ad who thinks she has
life figured out when her father’s sudden death uproots her from slow-paced Ann
Arbor to New York City’s bustling East Village. There she discovers her
father’s spirit for life and the legacy he left behind with the help of an old
café, a few eccentric friends, and one charming musician.
Will Ryan is good-looking,
poetic, spontaneous, and on the brink of fame when he meets Mia, his new
landlord, muse, and personal heartbreaker.
A story of self-discovery
and friendship, Sweet Thing shines light on the power of loving and letting go.
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What reviewers are saying
about Sweet Thing. . .
Maryse's Book Blog -
"It gave me every emotion and in just the right amount. My perfect read. .
. 5 stars PLUS!!!!"
Jelena's Book Blog -
"Her writing style is so fresh, the tone, the dialogue, the plot, the
characters.... everything... just everything was marvelous she is definitely an
author to watch out for."
A Love Affair With Books -
"If you are looking for a new author, a new read or might want a bit of a
cry, I highly recommend SWEET THING"
Book Addicts - "This
book made me FEEL; it made me yearn for a happily ever after."
The SUBCLUB Books -
"I was hooked and hanging on every word from the Prologue all the way to
the Epilogue, I had a hard time steering my eyes away from the story it had a
fierce grasp on me and I happily obliged to ride the journey alongside the
characters."
Shh Moms Reading -
"This is 5 HUGE stars ~ a soul searing beautifully written book that now
owns a piece of my heart."
About the Author
Renee’s first friends were
the imaginary kind and even though her characters haven’t gone away, thankfully
the delusions have. She admits she’s a wildly hopeless romantic and she blames
80’s movies staring Molly Ringwald for that. She lives in Southern California
with her husband, two sons, and their sweet dog June. When she’s not at the
beach with her boys or working on the next book, she likes to spend her time
reading, going to concerts, and eating dark chocolate.
Author social media links:
Website:
www.reneecarlino.com
Twitter: @renayz
Facebook:
https://www.facebook.com/AuthorReneeCarlino
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6994731.Renee_Carlino
EXCERPT 1: from A Prayer
for Us
Looking around at the
remaining guests, the little white lights everywhere and the glistening pond, I
thought Jenny and Tyler’s wedding couldn’t have been any better; it was
complete magic. Playing music with Mia made an already perfect night
spectacular. I wanted to grab a bottle of champagne and stroll around the
little pond with Audrey, but I couldn’t find her anywhere.
I made my way up to the
cottage and entered the front door. Right away I could hear movement. The
moment I turned the corner to head down the short hallway, I saw Mia in sneaky
mode, quietly closing one of the bedroom doors. When she turned, she ran right
into my chest.
“Have you seen Audrey?” I
said. She just stared at me, blank-faced.
“What, Mia?” She remained
expressionless and then dick-stick Dustin walked out of the room and stood
behind her. “Oh no. Really? Really, Mia? You and him?” Holy shit, she was
fucking him in there. Oh my god, she’s gonna need disinfecting. And then Audrey
walked out and stood next to Dustin. “What?” I started laughing uncontrollably.
Why wasn’t I invited to this party? “The three of you? What the fuck?” I
searched Mia’s face. She looked sad. I couldn’t believe it. I turned and headed
down the hallway, thinking what a travesty this was—my best friend and my
girlfriend together with Dustin, the filthiest, STD-ridden dirtbag in the
universe.
I went straight for the
bar, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and then headed toward the pond. I could hear
Mia yelling behind me. I kept my head down, got into the little white boat, and rowed away
from the dock. I just kept thinking How could Mia do that, did she have no
dignity? and How could Dustin use her that way when he knows how precious she
is to me? How could he when he knows that I would have given anything to be
with her, to be with Mia.
She yelled at me to come
back and talk to her.
“I’m not. Talking. To.
You. Ever!” I screamed. I saw Dustin with his arm around Audrey, standing
behind Mia. I stood up in the boat, barely able to keep my balance, and flipped
them off with both hands. “Fuck all of you!” I almost fell over, so I sat down
and rowed farther into the darkness before yelling a final, “Don’t look for
me!”
I could still see them
under the lights, but I knew they couldn’t see me. When I got to the other side, I pulled the boat up
onto the shore and started on the whiskey. First I heard her and then I saw her
coming toward me from the footpath.
“Will?”
“Don’t fucking come near
me, Mia. I swear to God I will row myself into the middle of that Goddamn pond
and stay there till next year.”
She stayed where she was
and in the calmest, sweetest voice, said, “I walked into the room and thought
you and Audrey were having sex. I couldn’t see who it was behind the screen. I
tried to sneak back out, and that’s when I ran into you. I was confused.”
I believed her, but I
couldn’t face her in that moment. Audrey and Dustin had humiliated me and I
knew Mia felt sorry for me.
“Go away, Mia.”
I spent the next hour in
that little boat, thinking about everything, thinking about my life, thinking
about the time Mia had asked me what my hopes and dreams were. I knew without a doubt they
included her, but I also knew I had to be patient with her. The fact that
Audrey and Dustin, that pencil-dick, were probably screwing around right in
front of my face, didn’t even bother me. I just thought about how relieved I
was that it wasn’t Mia.
I headed back to the
cottage and found her sleeping, absolutely peaceful and beautiful. Her long,
dark hair was braided and resting over her shoulder. She was on her side; the
quilt was shrugged half down, exposing her almost completely in her T-shirt and
underwear. Honestly, by that point I had gotten over wanting to fuck Mia. When
I thought about being with her, I only
thought about making love to her, sweetly. That
night I wanted so badly just to have slow, soft, sleepy sex with her. I
lay beside her on top of the quilt and watched her sleep. I thought back to
earlier that day at the wedding when she came walking down the aisle, how badly
I wanted to see her in white, but still how stunning she looked. I thought
about her reaction when she saw Jenny and the way she’d lovingly but enviously
stared at Jenny on her dad’s arm. I knew Mia was thinking about her own father
and that the grief and pain was still weighing heavily on her. I thought about
how she was always alone, even when she dated that dipshit, Bob. Mia just
seemed like this lost little soul and I knew it would be a while before she
came around. I passed out thinking about what it would be like to hold her and
praying that she would let me; praying for us.
A few hours later I woke
up to the feel of her gentle hand pulling my belt open. I noticed she had
removed my shoes and tie. I looked down at her through foggy, squinted eyes.
She smiled lovingly at me. There was just a hint of pity in her expression, but
her face was warm and kind.
“I got it,” I said. “Come
back to bed.”
She slid back into bed
while I stripped down to my boxers. She turned away from me and onto her side.
I curled up behind her and hitched my leg over hers. I reached my hand up under
her shirt to her warm, soft skin. I was holding her; she didn’t stop me. It
felt so good. That moment was tender, raw, and sacred, and I would take a
fleeting moment like that any day over an eternity of mediocrity.
“Are you okay?” she
whispered.
“I am now.” I kissed her
hair and inhaled deeply. “It hurt more when I thought it was you,” I said and
then I dozed off again. I woke up practically laying on top of her. My hands
were on her sides and my head rested on her stomach. I think I was crushing
her, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was running her hands through my hair.
She smelled like Mia always smelled, clean and cozy and like home. I stayed
there as still as I could; I wanted it to last forever. And then I thought, “Oh
screw it. I’m going for it.”
I anchored my fingers and
tried slowly to pull her panties down. She pressed herself against me like she
liked it and then I think she felt me hard beneath her and jerked away to sit
up. I watched her blushing face. She bit down on that pouty bottom lip.
I whispered, “Sorry,
baby.”
Her lips curled into a
tiny smile, and she leaned over, kissed my shoulder, and breathed, “Get some
sleep,” just barely loud enough for me to hear.
When she left the room, I
looked down at myself and laughed. Patience, my friend, patience.
This Fragile Life by Kate
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