Author: Denise Jaden
Genre: YA Contemporary (with romantic suspense elements)
Publication Date: May 18th, 2018
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She's not trustworthy.
Kass returns from touring with Eliâs band willing to do whatever it takes to repay the band for her mistakes, even if it means playing with the lines of legality. Soon enough it will all be over. Kass can repay the band and move back home, where sheâll stay at Eliâs side and finally push herself to open up to someone.
That is, as long as her illegal cohorts keep their end of the bargain and Eli doesnât find out.
Pusher features dangerous secrets, complicated romance, and unforgettable characters. Perfect for fans of Kasie West and Jordan Ford. Youâll love the latest installment in Denise Jadenâs Living Out Loud Series.Denise Jadenâs novels have been shortlisted or received awards through the Romance Writers of America, Inspy, and SCBWI. The first draft of her debut novel, Losing Faith, was written in 21 days during NaNoWriMo 2007 and she loves talking with writers and students alike about her Just-Get-To-The-End fast-drafting process. Jadenâs other young adult novels include Never Enough, Foreign Exchange, A Christmas Kerril, and Avalanche. Her non-fiction books for writers include, Writing with a Heavy Heart, Fast Fiction, and Story Sparks. In her spare time, she homeschools her son, acts with the Vancouver film industry, and dances with a Polynesian dance troupe. Find out more at denisejaden.com.
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We have band practice this afternoon, our first official one since the guys have been back. Iâm in no mood to socialize, but I figure playing will do me some good. And at least I can just head upstairs from Sebastianâs garage to sleep off this mood when weâre done.
ââ¦every fucking time,â Steve is saying as I push through the door into Sebastianâs garage. I didnât catch the first bit, but itâs enough to know heâs in a mood too. This should be a fantastic practice.
âHey,â I say to no one in particular, keeping my eyes down and heading for my amp. Itâs in a pile of equipment near the door, unloaded from the van, but obviously not put back into place yet. Steveâs drum kit is already set, but itâs noticeably empty looking in here without the cymbals. Might be why heâs in such a shitty mood.
âDad got us a gig at Ponchoâs on the twenty-ninth,â Sebastian says. Ponchoâs is a local Mexican restaurantânot at all suited to our band. Iâm not sure if heâs telling me, or all of us, but a second later I look up from hooking up my amp to see theyâre all staring at me.
I can get into playing. I probably need to be playing. But playing for people right now? Iâm not so sure about that.
âCan we take a breather for a bit?â I say, finally.
âPtfh.â Steve throws his drumsticks in the general vicinity of his drums.
I honestly figured the guys would have a little more patience and compassion for me at a time like this. Jeff is sneering, looking just as pissed off. Sebastian sits behind our small soundboard, looking unfazed. Which is probably what makes me clue in. Sebastian hasnât told them about my mom. They have no idea what Iâve been going through.
The thing is, I donât think I have it in me to tell them now. Iâd been so worried about losing them, so convinced that they were my family, but looking around at them now, I feel completely detached.
âListen, Iâm out,â I say. I back up from my amp and grab for my guitar. Obviously Iâm not going to march up the stairs to Sebastianâs bedroom after making this statement, and so I avoid looking at all of their faces and head for the outside door. âHope you can find a replacement before the twenty-ninth.â
Itâs not sarcastic. I truly hope they can.