Jordan Hays knows just how precious life is; that’s why he has his own mapped out. He’ll work to pay his way through university while he studies hard, regardless of the constant distractions. Because when it comes to becoming a nurse, he’s deadly serious. He won’t fail to save someone again.
Release Date: April 20th, 2015
Jordan Hays knows just how precious life is; that’s why he has his own mapped out. He’ll work to pay his way through university while he studies hard, regardless of the constant distractions. Because when it comes to becoming a nurse, he’s deadly serious. He won’t fail to save someone again.
But Hex Penton is way too similar to the sister he lost, and even though the only thing more fun than stupid dares is the crazy girl who sets them, Jordan needs to make a choice. Hex believes every moment is important; every opportunity must be taken, because you never know when the world will be yanked out from underneath you. With the foundations he’s based his life on shaken, Jordan must discover what’s more important: making sure Hex’s life isn’t wasted, or remembering how to live his.
It’s time to play truth or dare.
Nineteen-year-old Olivia Dean has the perfect reputation, the perfect boyfriend, and an increasingly perfect CV. She has it all, until Christian breaks up with her in public, calling her out as a self-gratifying sexoholic: the kind that plays solo. But Olivia doesn’t do any such thing — the only thing she does at night is sleep … right?
Now all the boys on campus seem to want her attention for the absolutely wrong reason — including resident hottie, Logan Hays. He's pulling out his best moves to gain her attention, so resisting his sexy charm is hard work. With rapidly slipping grades, a disturbingly lurid reputation and demanding parents, Olivia must discover the truth behind her rumoured sleeping problem. If she doesn't, the perfect life she's worked so hard for may slip away, including the one person who has Olivia breaking all her rules — Logan.
What do you do when you’re asleep?
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Shh! is a story about acceptance, learning to trust and in turn love while facing life's unexpected difficulties.
EXCERPT
Admiring my nails, which were longer than they’d ever
been, I poured myself a liberal splash of vodka and mixed it with lemonade.
Liquid courage, that’s what this was, and I’d only need one more then I’d be
right to head downstairs to the party that was happening tonight. I didn’t
bother with the stupid meet-and-greet the senior guy said I must to attend. Mum
had only just left by the time five rolled around and I’d wanted to catch a
quick nap since we’d had an early start.
From my window, I could see people filling the
courtyard. The music blared loudly, dead opposite to the voices, I assumed.
Everyone looked a little awkward, standing around, cradling plastic cups as if
they were scared of each other. It wasn’t hard to pick out the seniors. They
all rocked massive smiles and worked the crowd.
A quick look in the mirror and everything was in
place—my hair looked pretty decent, shorts weren’t riding up my butt, and all
the essentials were tucked away beneath my tank top. Everyone had said it was
going to be freaking freezing here in Armidale, but so far it was like living
in a sauna. The air felt thick and hot, and that sun had one heck of a bite.
Good thing it was sinking now, so my shoulders wouldn’t burn. Again. They
already stung from the rays they’d seen while we lugged my stuff in from the
car this afternoon.
Right. I drew in a deep breath, and squared my
shoulders. This would be a piece of cake. I tucked my room key into my bra and
snuck one last look out the window at the courtyard below. People. Easy-peasy.
Before I could over-think the whole thing, I yanked
open the thick wooden door and stumbled as it caught my heel on the way out.
Good thing my Docs were solid. Those fashionable strappy sandals everyone wore
this summer wouldn’t have saved my bony ankle from certain destruction.
All the doors in the hall stood closed, marking my
dorm floor as dead empty. I’d heard voices earlier this afternoon, but whoever
it was must be down there already. The resident senior had said there were
three first years on this floor. It was a pity there was no way of telling
which rooms were occupied. The other rooms would fill up later in the week when
the senior students returned—right now only the resident seniors were here—so
I’d find out who lived where soon enough.
Good God, I was still stalling—standing here, staring
at closed doors like a freaking lunatic. Before I could conjure any more
time-wasting thoughts, I stepped out of the hall and into the stairwell.
Music from the courtyard echoed all the way up the structure,
bouncing off the concrete walls and tiled stairs as if they were made for this
very purpose. The music wasn’t too bad. Not top forty, but not golden oldies
either. Good party tunes.
As I emerged into the throng of it, I plastered on the
friendliest smile I could muster. It turned out I didn’t need to seek out
someone to make me look less alone, because my block senior, Jason Donagan,
marched up to me with a mock scowl. “Where were you?”
I shrugged. “Sorry.”
“Well, you missed out on meeting the other freshers in
our block.” He waggled a finger in a fake scold.
“Oops.”
“Looks like you need a drink.”
“Ahh, yeah. That’d be great, thanks.”
He disappeared into the crowd, which wasn’t as thin as
it had looked from my window. People were scattered around in small groups,
looking awkward. Some girl caught my attention from over by a wooden picnic
table. Dark hair that almost reached her waist swished as she swayed to the
music, seemingly without notice, since her focus and smile were both set on me.
Maybe she’d be a good one to start with. Before I could make a move, another
girl bounced in front of me, grabbing my arm as if we were best buds.
“I’m-Amber-and-you-have-awesome-hair.”
It took me a second to make out what she was saying,
she spoke so fast. I fingered the blue tips of my shoulder-length brown hair.
The colour had been freshly applied this morning. “Thanks.”
With her arm hooked through mine, she piloted me
toward the largest group of people, which held the dark haired girl. She gave
me a massive smile; her and Amber must already be friends.
“Hey everyone,” Amber cooed, “meet my new friend …”
“Hex,” I answered.
“Hex,” she mimicked. “Where are you from?”
“Umm …” It wasn’t a trick question, so why was I
stumbling? “North.”
“Ahh, a coastie.”
“Not quite, it’s more inland—”
The other girl extended a slender hand. “McKenzie.
Second year applied science. I’m on the social committee, so I could crash
o-week.”
Jason reappeared and passed me one of the plastic cups
everyone else seemed to have. I shot him a grateful smile and swallowed its
contents in two gulps.
The evening wore on much the same, meeting new face
after new face. With so many names I’d be lucky to remember two or three come
morning. Amber remained glued to my side, and after only an hour in her company
I was certain we’d wind up good friends. The girl sure was fun and seemed to
draw in a crowd with her bubbly voice.
The drinks flowed steadily, but there wasn’t so much
that people got plastered. The music lulled and a song I knew well blared to
life. I grabbed Amber’s hand and pulled her up onto one of the long wooden
picnic tables in a corner of the courtyard. She squealed the second she
realised what I was up to, and in three seconds flat had her hands above her
head, her eyes closed, as she shimmied her body like a pro. I’d definitely
found a new friend. Someone wolf whistled below us, but I drowned them all out
with my singing.
When the music ended a chant filled the air.
He-ex. He-ex.
He-ex.
I grinned as I took a plastic cup some guy held up to
me. Amber joined in the chant and it was obvious they wanted me to drink. I
yelled, “Bottom’s up,” and tipped the entire contents of the cup into my mouth.
Amber’s name came next and she followed my lead, giving the people what they
wanted.
My legs felt the effects of my earlier drinks, but it
was all good. Until Amber decided it was time to climb down. She stumbled to
the side, and we both grabbed hold of each other at the same moment, me saving
her from falling. She laughed as if it were the funniest thing ever. A laugh
that was the most contagious I’d ever come across. I burst into a fit of
giggles as we both stood there, clutching each other by the arms.
Another cup of beer appeared in front of me. The hand
holding it, attached to a random guy I hadn’t met. I accepted the drink with
thanks, a giggling Amber still clinging to my side.
It took a good few minutes before we finally pulled
ourselves together. Sucking back a lungful of hysterical laughter-stopping air,
I stepped down off the table and right into the personal space of a
six-foot-odd hunk of solid muscle. My drink splashed out of the cup, its cool
liquid trickling down my arm. Blue eyes regarded me with a deadly seriousness
that shouldn’t be seen in a face that handsome.
I held his stare for a long minute.
There was no way I would back down to a guy. His jaw
clenched and my god, it was as chiselled as any A-grade movie star’s. A
peppering of jet-black stubble gave him a rugged edge, or maybe that came from
his shaggy hair. But boy, he needed to give it up already. He continued to
stare as if he were waiting for me to apologise. God only knew how I’d offended
him. A quick check proved my feet weren’t stomping his toes, nor had my drink
landed on his shirt. He wore low-slung jeans and a plain grey T-shirt, both of
which fitted his toned body perfectly.
I raised my right eyebrow.
That made both of his dip.
I held out my free hand and he took it. “I’m Hex.”
“Hex?” His nose screwed up.
“Yes, Hex.”
“Weird name.”
“No weirder than your attitude.”
“You should slow down.”
“Excuse me?”
He dipped his head toward my almost-empty plastic cup.
“With the drink. You should slow down.”
“And you should piss off.”
Who did this guy think he was? Probably some member of
the anti-fun brigade, and that was too bad, because damn, his whole look was
amazing.
A laugh burst from him so suddenly, I flinched, and
realised our hands were still clasped. “Jordan,” he said, as if he’d remembered
he hadn’t given me his name.
“Well, the
pleasure was all yours, Jordan.” I retracted my hand. “Don’t party too hard,
now.”
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About the author:
Writing for the young and new adult market, Stacey's books are all adventure filled stories with a lot of adventure, a good dose of danger, a smattering of romance, and plenty of KISSING! Hailing from the Hunter Valley in New South Wales, she loves nothing more than immersing herself in the beauty and culture of the local area.
Author of the Collective Series; Forget Me Not and Remember Me. And Oxley College Saga; Shh! and Wait!
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