Love
Bites
Release
Date: 12/29/15
Harper
Impulse
New Adult
225
pages
Summary
from Goodreads:
What do you do when you fall in love
with your best friend's boyfriend?
That is the question that twenty-six year-old Justine Sterling has been asking herself ever since the day she met David Whitman, her best friend Renee's boyfriend. Justine is determined to ignore her growing feelings for the irresistibly charming David, until one night, when she finds herself in the bed of the one person she should stay away from.
When Justine and David's affair ends in heartbreak, Justine is forced to repair the damaged friendship with her best friend. In doing so, she learns that right and wrong decisions aren't always black and white, and sometimes you have to follow your heart to see where it leads.
That is the question that twenty-six year-old Justine Sterling has been asking herself ever since the day she met David Whitman, her best friend Renee's boyfriend. Justine is determined to ignore her growing feelings for the irresistibly charming David, until one night, when she finds herself in the bed of the one person she should stay away from.
When Justine and David's affair ends in heartbreak, Justine is forced to repair the damaged friendship with her best friend. In doing so, she learns that right and wrong decisions aren't always black and white, and sometimes you have to follow your heart to see where it leads.
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I was the saddest girl to ever hold a martini. A walking Sex and the City episode. Minus the sex.
I wished Renee was here. If she wasn't home for a funeral, I would've called her for a long distance cheer-up, but it wasn't the most appropriate time. So instead, I resorted to sitting barefoot on the living room floor, still wearing Renee's gold dress, crying into a martini glass.
Pathetic, really.
I'm not sure what set it off, because I shouldn't have been this upset. It wasn't like I'd invested much time or energy into my relationship with Vincent. I think this was just the last straw. The end result of the bad date build-up. I finally thought I'd found someone who was different, and he turned out to be worse than all of them.
At first, it was quite comical. I chuckled to myself in the cab, wondering how long he'd wait at the table, how stupid he'd feel when our waitress realized he'd been ditched. I skipped into my kitchen, made myself a dirty martini, then sat down on my living room floor and drank.
And somewhere around the second martini, the humor faded.
First, I thought about my parents, and the dreaded question that presented itself every time they called. "So, are you seeing anyone special?" It was the first thing they always asked. Well, technically the third, aside from the traditional "How are you?" and "How's L.A.?" But the first two were just a buffer to get to the third question, the one they really wanted to ask.
Even worse was their discouraged "oh" after I told them no. I could hear the disappointment echoing from three thousand miles away. And forget about family parties. My mom would attempt to cover up my patheticness by telling my nosy relatives that I was "kissing a lot of frogs" when they asked about my dating life.
You can only kiss so many frogs before your parents start to think you're a lesbian.
The sound at the door made me spill the remains of my drink onto the floor. I knew Vincent had my address, but I didn't actually think he'd show up here. I was quiet for a minute, hoping he'd go away, but then I watched in horror as the knob turned and the door swung open.
I could have sworn I had locked it behind me when I came in. No, I definitely had. But then how…
"Justine?"
I looked up and locked eyes with David. David in all his six-foot-tall gorgeousness, standing above me with a look of bewilderment on his face.
I could only imagine what I looked like.
I wished Renee was here. If she wasn't home for a funeral, I would've called her for a long distance cheer-up, but it wasn't the most appropriate time. So instead, I resorted to sitting barefoot on the living room floor, still wearing Renee's gold dress, crying into a martini glass.
Pathetic, really.
I'm not sure what set it off, because I shouldn't have been this upset. It wasn't like I'd invested much time or energy into my relationship with Vincent. I think this was just the last straw. The end result of the bad date build-up. I finally thought I'd found someone who was different, and he turned out to be worse than all of them.
At first, it was quite comical. I chuckled to myself in the cab, wondering how long he'd wait at the table, how stupid he'd feel when our waitress realized he'd been ditched. I skipped into my kitchen, made myself a dirty martini, then sat down on my living room floor and drank.
And somewhere around the second martini, the humor faded.
First, I thought about my parents, and the dreaded question that presented itself every time they called. "So, are you seeing anyone special?" It was the first thing they always asked. Well, technically the third, aside from the traditional "How are you?" and "How's L.A.?" But the first two were just a buffer to get to the third question, the one they really wanted to ask.
Even worse was their discouraged "oh" after I told them no. I could hear the disappointment echoing from three thousand miles away. And forget about family parties. My mom would attempt to cover up my patheticness by telling my nosy relatives that I was "kissing a lot of frogs" when they asked about my dating life.
You can only kiss so many frogs before your parents start to think you're a lesbian.
The sound at the door made me spill the remains of my drink onto the floor. I knew Vincent had my address, but I didn't actually think he'd show up here. I was quiet for a minute, hoping he'd go away, but then I watched in horror as the knob turned and the door swung open.
I could have sworn I had locked it behind me when I came in. No, I definitely had. But then how…
"Justine?"
I looked up and locked eyes with David. David in all his six-foot-tall gorgeousness, standing above me with a look of bewilderment on his face.
I could only imagine what I looked like.
About
the Author
Rachel
discovered she wanted to be a writer at the age of ten, when her love of R.L.
Stine murder mystery novels inspired her to start writing her own.
In
2008, Rachel combined her love of writing and music and began freelancing for a
music column in Worcester Magazine. She also worked as a music journalist for
Starpulse News Entertainment and Jamsbio Magazine, as well as a fitness
journalist for Prevention Magazine.
Rachel
graduated from Bridgewater University in 2011 with a B.A. in Communications and
Media Studies.
She
currently resides in Santa Monica, CA.
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