Seventeen-year-old Tara Riddle has always had a bit of a gypsy soul, so when she comes face-to-face with a life-altering decision, her first instinct is to run. The problem: The situation she’s in isn’t something she can run from. She has to face reality, which means there are no take-backs, rewinds, or do-overs.
Quentin McPherson has been in love with Tara since as far back as he can remember. He would do anything for her, go anywhere, he’d even runaway with her when it seems like the last thing they should do.
Together, Tara and Quentin will go on a raw and emotional journey of self-discovery that pushes them toward the most difficult choice they’ll ever have to make.
Jennifer Snyder lives in North Carolina where 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.
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My heart thundered as nervous butterflies broke into flight in the pit of my stomach. I didn’t understand why, though. It wasn’t like Tara had never looked at me before. We’d been neighbors since we were born and best friends since as far back as I could remember. Maybe the issue was that she had never looked at me like this before. Her gaze was too intense. Something about it was different. Something about it had changed. Or maybe something about me had changed. I didn’t see her the same. I knew then that nothing between us would ever be the same again.
Tara squeezed her eyes tight, forcing more tears to fall from her eyes. She opened her mouth but no words came out. Instead, a silent sob shook her small frame. I pulled her toward me and wrapped my arms around her. She melted against my chest, her cake-like scent invading my nostrils in the process. I’d always loved the way she smelled and the way she felt in my arms, but this time was different. This time her scent was too sweet and her body felt too frail.