Crushing
As a pampered and adored daughter of a wealthy Southern family Rory’s life was seemingly perfect until her troubled childhood crush moves back in across the street forcing her to choose between him and the life that has been chosen for her.As if that isn’t enough, her quiet island town has turned dangerous. A good friend has gone missing, lending truth to the rumors of a serial kidnapper. In her quest to help she becomes a target and will have to make choices about love, friendship and the inevitable sacrifice that they both require.
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Elena lives and writes in a suburb North of Los Angeles. She has never lived anywhere besides California which is probably a good thing since she hates being cold and is terrified to drive in the snow. She loves being a wife and a mother to her two kids and three dogs, although really the bulldog is the fourth child who has never matured beyond the toddler stage.
A self proclaimed nerd, she has been writing since she was a child. She has only recently, however, come out of the closet about this to her family and friends. They now understand better, but not completely, why she talks about characters in stories as if they are real people.
Excerpt from Crushing:
“Aurora,” Gage called out.
I froze. Did he not remember that I hated when people used my full name? I looked back and he was
strolling over to me, completely ignoring Dominic, whose whole body stiffened up. I widened my eyes at Gage as he made his way over, but he didn’t even check his stride. He grinned at me. I knew that look.
He remembered all right.
“Gage,” I said through my teeth. I had reached the end of my tolerance of overbearing males.
“Are you trying out for the golf team today after school?”
Him? On the golf team? This could be an issue. Holden, Dom, and I played on the team every year. Not good. “I was planning on it.” “We both are. Why do you care?” Dom had stepped up to stand next to me, his tone belligerent.
Gage did not even look at him.
“I spoke to the coach Friday and signed up, so I guess I’ll see you over there.”
Dom huffed.
Gage took a step toward Dom. “Problem?”
“With you. Yeah. Stay away from her. She’s not even supposed to talk to you. So find some other girl to bother,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Dom!” I gasped.
Gage shifted his gaze to me. “Really?” He turned back and took another step toward Dom. “I think Rory can decide for herself. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t need a babysitter either—especially not some
meathead jacked up on steroids.”
“Right, because hanging out with a screwup like you is better, and man, I don’t need steroids to finish
what we started the other night.” Dom moved forward, and they were chest to chest having a stare
down. People were starting to gather. It didn’t take long when boys got a whiff of a fight. I stepped forward ready to wiggle into the middle of them, when the bell rang. The realization of where and when they were must have broken the spell. They stared at each other for another beat, then they
both stepped back. I took a breath. That was close.
Gage turned to me. “See you later.” He winked and walked away.
Why was nothing ever simple?
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