Losing Me by Jasmine Carolina

Losing Me

Genre: YA

Subgenres: Fiction, Romance

Release Date: April 2, 2014

Blurb:

Nickayla Quinn is not a damsel in distress.

Six months after she experienced a horrible betrayal at the hands of her best friend, her world is turned upside down. At the end of her rope, Nickayla can no longer go on… Determined to end it all, her plan is foiled when she’s pulled out of the darkness in a timely rescue in the form of Colin Westwick.

Colin never thought that saving the mysterious, drowning girl would be the end of his life as he knew it. Fueled by a desire to be around each other as much as possible, their walls come down and they let each other in, all the while battling demons that neither wants to share.

Nickayla’s not a weak girl who needs to be saved…she just needs to find the most important thing that she lost: herself. Losing Me

Teaser:

“You really do look great,” Colin mused, taking in my appearance. “Most girls think they have to get all dressed up for a first date, but I definitely appreciate a girl who wears jeans and Chucks and then to top it off, says I’m just gonna throw my hair in a ponytail, because who the Hell am I trying to impress.”

I grinned, watching the road as he pulled out of my driveway and began to drive.

“Maybe I’m pulling reverse psychology on you.” I enjoyed making him squirm. He’d told me more often than not what kind of effect I had on him. “Maybe I’m trying to impress you by dressing like I’m not trying to impress you.”

His eyes flashed to mine and a boyish grin took over his expression as he let out a low chuckle.

“Well, is that the case?”

“Nope,” I replied with a light shrug of my shoulders. “I just really like jeans, and my hair was being stubborn so I put it in a ponytail.” Losing Me

He groaned, turning to stare at me with a pained expression when we got to a red light. “Jesus, Nickayla, stop reverse psychologizing me!” he exclaimed.

“Sorry.”

My giggle was nearly uncontrollable. He was being even cuter than usual.

When the light turned green, he lifted a hand away from the steering wheel and wagged a finger at me angrily.

“That!” he exclaimed, his voice raising an octave and making me flinch. “Don’t do that, I beg of you.”

I didn’t know what he was referring to. His hand was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white.

We reached the Harlow Galleria, a large indoor mall with possibly every place a teenager would want to visit. He pulled into the parking lot, circling three or four times before he pulled into a parking spot right outside of the Harlow Bowl. He put the car in park and pulled

the keys out of the ignition, turning to look at me for a moment. I was still stunned into silence by his sudden outburst.

“I’m just going to be frank with you, because life’s too short to waste a single moment without the truth,” Colin said, taking off his seatbelt and taking my hand into his. “I like you, Nickayla. I really like you. And I’m trying my best to take things slow because well, that’s what you’ve asked of me. I love the prospect of being your friend and taking you out on dates—which I plan to do every weekend until you all but beg me to stop because I like you. I like the way you say my name. I like the way you called me when you needed me even though we barely know each other. I like the way I’m usually reserved around girls but I’ve given like three of these long, embarrassing speeches in my entire life, and they’ve all been with you. I like the way you leapt into my arms and hugged me when I picked you up from your house earlier. I like the way you flirt without even really flirting. I like the way you don’t try to impress me by trying to impress me by not trying to impress me. But I love the way that you giggle. I don’t know why that’s the one thing I love, so don’t ask. If I could bottle up that sound and play it whenever I want to, I would. When I’m driving, you’re not allowed to giggle. Please, don’t. Change the subject or hold it in or something, because when you giggle, I swear, my heart stops, and we don’t want that, do we?”

I shook my head, trying to suppress yet another giggle, just because I didn’t want to interrupt his soliloquy. He was so adorable. It appeared that I wasn’t the only one who rambled.

“No, we definitely don’t want that.” My cheeks flamed. If only he knew the kind of effect that he had on me.

You can currently find the prologue of Losing Me on my blog.

Author Bio: photo.php

Jasmine Carolina is a twenty-year-old college student who has been passionately writing from the raw age of ten. It was the love of the Harry Potter series and the Chronicles of Narnia that sparked her love for writing and anything that involved creativity. She currently resides in Los Angeles, California with her family and her two dogs. Along with writing, Jasmine has an enthusiasm for books, musicals, travel, and makeup, however, she’s not afraid to get her hair messed up or her nails broken. Losing Me, book one of her Nickayla Quinn series, is her debut novel. She’s currently working full-time while she works on Saving You—which is book two in the series, a spin-off novel, and two standalones.

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