Blog Tour Promo: Date Me: Jillian Dodd
I’m not scripting my life anymore.
I’m living it.
I’m done with the God of all Hotties.
I’m going to give my heart to the boy who I think deserves
it.
The boy whose kisses are hotter than molten lava.
The boy who offered me the key to his heart.
The boy who asked me to Homecoming in a big, sexy way.
There are so many things to look forward to.
Parties at the Cave. Homecoming festivities. Drama Tryouts.
Shopping trips to NY.
But things aren’t always as perfect as they seem.
I find out that my best friend has been keeping a secret from
me.
Not that I can blame him.
I have secrets too.
But, for now, I’m going to pretend I’m just a normal girl.
I’m going to pretend he’s not still out there.
I’m going to pretend he’s not getting desperate.
I’m going to pretend I’ll never see him again.
But, I will.
And this time, I might not get away.
Excerpt:
When I get back to my room, I text Dawson.
Me: Tonight was really fun. I heart you.
He calls me right away. “Is hearting me close to loving me?”
“Maybe. You swear you're over Whitney?”
“I swear.”
“Then I think I need another goodnight kiss.”
“I’m on my way.”
I crack the window, letting in the chilly night air, then run into my closet, using my phone as a flashlight and jumping over the pile of textbooks that are scattered across my floor.
I throw on a soft knit nightie as I hear my window open and shut. I grab a cashmere blanket off my chair, wrap it around my shoulders, and walk toward my bed where Dawson is diving under the covers.
“It's cold out,” he whispers.
I slide under the covers, wrapping him up in the blanket with me.
He's a little tipsy and looks really tired. “Are you tired?”
“Very, are you?”
“Yeah.”
“So you just wanted a goodnight kiss, huh, Keatie?”
“That and . . .” I run my hands through his hair, stalling. Then I decide to be fearless and go for it. “I wanted to tell you something.”
“And what's that?”
“I wanted you to know that I more than heart you, Dawson.”
I can feel him smiling as he kisses me. “Hearting me is good enough.”
“No, it's not, and it's not how I feel.” I kiss the side of his neck, just below his ear, and finally say it, “I love you, Dawson.”
About
the Author:
Jillian
is the author of the That Boy series and The Keatyn Chronicles. She grew up on
a farm in Nebraska, where she developed a love for Midwestern boys and Nebraska
football. She lives in Texas with her family.
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