I’m thrilled to be able to share with you an excerpt from CONTROL YOU, Jennifer Snyder’s latest book! I just adore Jennifer’s writing and stories, don’t you?
Here’s the 411 on this New Adult Contemporary Romance:
CONTROL YOU by Jennifer Snyder
Kind hearted and naive, Paige Jacobs wants what every girl craves…to be loved. She uses this need to make excuses when her current boyfriend goes from being a tad jealous and slightly overprotective to stalker-ish. She isn’t that girl and Craig isn’t one of those guys. Things are fine. Perfectly fine. Until the moment a dark-haired, tattooed hottie with a snarky mouth walks into her life and tells her she deserves better.
Confident and boldly spoken, Cameron Green has always been the guy bad girls can’t get enough of and all the good girls want to tame. He’s lived a lavish lifestyle filled with drugs, women, and alcohol up until his destructive path finally caught up with him. Now Cameron isn’t sure what to do with himself or how to dampen the longing for something more festering inside of him since coming out of his drug-induced haze. But when he meets a doe-eyed girl who gets past his walls like no other, everything about him clicks into place. Together the two learn there are emotions that hold within them all the power to control you…
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“What’s the tattoo on your wrist say?” she asked, pointing.
I took in another drag before holding my wrist out so she could read it. Here it was—the moment when my past would catch up with me and make me seem either unstable or sexy as fuck.
“A man can be destroyed but not defeated. It’s a Hemingway quote.”
Her delicate hand reached out and gripped my wrist. The coldness from her touch seeped through my skin and chilled me to the bone. She pulled my wrist closer to her face so she could see it better in the yellow lights of the strip. I held my breath as her index finger came out to stroke the scar the words covered, sending those chills all the way to my groin. Ah hell, I was excited by her touch.
“It’s a reminder?” she asked in a whisper.
“Yeah, one I need some days more than others,” I admitted. There was no point in lying.
Her brown eyes locked with mine. “Sometimes we all need to be reminded of things worth remembering.”
Her voice was soft and sad. It pulled at the edges of my heart and made every cell in my body want to press my lips to hers. But I didn’t. Instead, I forced myself to behave. I swallowed hard and licked my lips, before taking another drag off my cigarette.
“True,” I muttered.
“Can I see the other one?” She released my wrist and gripped my other arm without waiting for me to answer. “Another Hemingway quote?”
“It is.” I continued to stare at her as she reread the words. A gentle breeze fluffed the fine hairs around her face, causing a few wisps to slide across her cheek. This girl was stunning and the best part was she didn’t even seem to know it. Not entirely.
Paige let my arm drop back to my side. “Wow, those are some deep quotes. I think I’ll have to give Hemingway a try sometime.”
“You should. He’s a freaking genius.”
“Do you have any more tattoos?”
I took the last drag off my cigarette and dropped it in one of those ashtrays made to put them out. Shifting my eyes to meet hers, I decided I couldn’t let this moment slide, and said the first answer that came into my mind when she’d asked. “Yeah, but I’m not sure I can show them to you in public.” I winked. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes widened, but she didn’t look away—just the reaction I’d wanted.
“Really?” She arched an eyebrow at me.
I laughed. “No, not really. I was just messing with you.”
She broke into a grin and slapped my chest playfully. “I seriously believed you for a second, thinking you had a tattoo of some sort imprinted on your butt or something!”
“My butt, huh? I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman admit they were thinking about my butt before. This is a new one.” I grinned. She laughed louder, her gorgeous smile widening. I chuckled and shook my head.
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Meet the author!
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.