Today is release day for A Summer Like No Other by Elodie Nowodazkij!
A Broken Dreams Novella
She’s his best friend’s
little sister. He’s the biggest player of them all.
They shouldn’t be
together. But this summer’s just too tempting.
Sixteen-year-old Emilia
Moretti’s goal for the summer is simple: forget her brother’s best friend—Nick
Grawsky—ever existed. It should be easy: He’s spending his summer in the
Hamptons, adding girls in tiny bikinis to his list of broken hearts. Guarantee
he won’t be telling them they’re like his little sisters. This summer, Emilia
won’t stay awake at night thinking about him. She’ll need flawless ballet
movements to have a shot at next year’s showcase, and she’s finally ready to
search for her birth parents. But when Nick decides to stay in the city,
Emilia’s resolve disappears in a pirouette. Maybe it’s the spin they needed to
be together. As long as she doesn’t get stuck believing in happily ever after…
Nick is tired of
pretending to be the happy, let’s-have-fun guy. His father wants him to change
his career from professional dancer to…lawyer. He needs to put all of his focus
on dancing to prove to Daddy Dearest he’s good enough to make it big. And he
may have a case of the bluest balls in history courtesy of Emilia. She’s
off-limits: The bro code with Roberto even forbids the dirty thoughts he has
about her. Besides, he’s not boyfriend material. He only has time for flings,
for girls who don’t expect much, for girls he doesn’t want to kiss goodnight.
He knows he should resist her, but he’s not sure he wants to…
At least for this summer.
It’s going to be a summer
like no other.
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Excerpt
[From
Chapter 13 – Em]
I look up in the sky. “I like you,” I
whisper. “I really really like you.”
He tenses behind me and I know he’s looking for an easy way out. I should feel
hurt, or confused, or sad, or disappointed, or angry. But instead, I look at
him, daring him to say something.
“We should get going,” he says. And
random laughter bursts out of me. I was trying to stay serious, I swear. And
maybe my laugh sounds wrong, kind of like a sad clown’s laugh.
“You don’t like to talk about your feelings.
You love to show up with one random girl after the other, but did you ever
confide in them? Do they know you?” I slap my hand on my mouth. No-Filter-Em:
that should be my nickname or my superhero name. No-Filter-Em to the rescue! I
giggle at my own joke and sip a bit of my drink, but he gently takes it away. “I
talk too much, don’t I? It’s like I don’t have a filter. I mean, it’s not that
I don’t have a filter. I don’t want to have one with you. With you, I feel like
I can talk about anything and you won’t judge me, you won’t make fun of me. Well,
you might make fun of me. But not in a mean way.” My stomach churns and I roll
on my side, stretching, trying to make the feeling go away, but it’s there and
soon I feel like retching. “I think I’m going to get sick.”
“Let’s get you out of here.” Nick
jumps to his feet. Nick doesn’t need a nickname, he acts like a superhero in my
mind most of the times, except with all those girls. I hold on to my stomach.
“Take my hand,” he says and pulls me up. “The bathroom’s over there.”
“I won’t make it.” I moan and wobble
to the side. There are only a few people scattered around. And I throw up in
the bushes. “Oh my God, everything’s spinning.”
”You can do this, come on.” He wraps
an arm around my waist.
“I’m so sorry,” I whimper. “I
d-d-didn’t mean to throw up like this.” My steps are hesitant, and my stomach
gurgles.
Nick stops suddenly and I’m about to
protest that everything spins again, when he gently wipes my mouth with cold
water. We’re by one of the water fountains that joggers use, and he’s wetting
one of the napkins from my picnic basket into the splashing water. “You’re
fine. You’ll be fine,” he says so tenderly that I want to kiss him. But
instead, I mutter, “I really do like you.”
He smiles and leads me back to the
streets. People pass by us, cars rush by. He drops the basket on the ground and
still holding me, he picks up his cell with his other hand. “Hey John, can you
come and pick me up? I’m on West Seventy-Seventh Street, by Central Park.”
He hangs up quickly and then calls
for one of the vendors close by. “I need a water bottle.”
“I’m tired,” I say and wiggle out of
his embrace. “I need to sit.” And I do. And I yawn. And I want to sleep so
badly.
“Come on, drink some water,” Nick
says, crouching next to me. People are walking around us. I should get up. But
my legs are so tired. I take a sip.
I hold on to his arm, drinking one
more gulp.
“I don’t know my limits. And that cocktail was good. So. Yums. I never
say ‘yums.’ I usually say ‘yummy.’ It was yummy yums.” This is funny. Yummy
yums. I giggle but then sigh. “My
stomach’s still not happy.”
Nick slowly caresses my forehead. And
maybe I’ve closed my eyes for a second. “The car’s here,” he says. I’m still
wobbly when I stand up.
The black sedan pulls in front of us.
And his father opens the door.
Giveaway Time
To
celebrate the release of A Summer Like No Other, I have set up a giveaway with
pretty special prizes
(including
a leather bracelet from Chloe + Isabel)
You
have mannnnny ways to enter and you have an entire month to do so!
Thank you SO MUCH!!!
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About the author
Elodie Nowodazkij was raised in a tiny village
in France, where she could always be found a book in hand. At nineteen, she
moved to the US, where she learned she’d never lose her French accent. She
graduated with a bachelor’s degree in Modern Language & Linguistics, and
later earned master’s degrees in German Cultural Studies and European Studies.
Unbeknownst to her professors, she sometimes drafted stories in class. Now she
lives in Maryland with her husband, their dog and their cat. She's also a
serial smiley user.
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This sounds fabulous.
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