PIECES - Rhemalda Publishing / February 14th, 2013
Two years after watching her kidnappers go to prison, Naomi Jensen is still in love with one of them. Jesse will be released in a few years, and Naomi knows college is the perfect distraction while she waits. But when her new friend Finn makes her question what is right and what is wrong, she begins to wonder if Jesse is the one for her … until she discovers he's out on parole. Naomi must sort through her confusion to figure out where love and freedom truly lie—in Finn, who has no connections to her past, or Jesse, who has just asked her to run away with him.
Pieces is a companion to The Breakaway and can be read independently, if desired.
Two years after watching her kidnappers go to prison, Naomi Jensen is still in love with one of them. Jesse will be released in a few years, and Naomi knows college is the perfect distraction while she waits. But when her new friend Finn makes her question what is right and what is wrong, she begins to wonder if Jesse is the one for her … until she discovers he's out on parole. Naomi must sort through her confusion to figure out where love and freedom truly lie—in Finn, who has no connections to her past, or Jesse, who has just asked her to run away with him.
Pieces is a companion to The Breakaway and can be read independently, if desired.
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THE BREAKAWAY - Rhemalda Publishing / May 1st, 2012
When Naomi Jensen is kidnapped, it takes her parents two days to realize she’s missing. Escape isn’t high on her list of priorities when all she has to return to is an abusive boyfriend and parents who never paid much attention to her. For the first time in her life she’s part of a family—even if it is a family of criminals. But she’s still a captive. In a desperate attempt to regain some control in her life, Naomi embarks on a dangerous plan to make one of her kidnappers think she’s falling in love with him. The plan works too well, and when faced with the chance to escape, Naomi isn’t sure she wants to take it.
When Naomi Jensen is kidnapped, it takes her parents two days to realize she’s missing. Escape isn’t high on her list of priorities when all she has to return to is an abusive boyfriend and parents who never paid much attention to her. For the first time in her life she’s part of a family—even if it is a family of criminals. But she’s still a captive. In a desperate attempt to regain some control in her life, Naomi embarks on a dangerous plan to make one of her kidnappers think she’s falling in love with him. The plan works too well, and when faced with the chance to escape, Naomi isn’t sure she wants to take it.
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Expert
When she
answered the knock on her door, Naomi found Finn standing on her front porch
with a cup of iced tea and a Styrofoam box she guessed contained a slice of
almond cake.
“I’m
sure you could order this somewhere else,” he said with a lopsided smile as he
held them out to her, “but nobody makes the combo quite like Java, and you said
you wanted to order some when you got back.”
She
couldn’t keep the smile off her face as her mouth started to water. “Finn, I
invited you over for dinner. That didn’t mean you had to bring something.”
He
rolled his eyes. “No, I invited myself over for dinner against your protests,
so that does mean I had to bring
something. Now, enjoy.” He pushed the cup and box at her. She took both. “And
here’s a straw.”
She
balanced it on top of the cup and stepped aside to let him in.
“What
can I help with?” he asked, rubbing his hands together as he entered the
kitchen. “You clearly said this isn’t a date, so I’m going to help.”
Naomi
was still standing by the door. She pushed it closed with her foot and followed
Finn into the kitchen. He was wearing the ripped jeans again. In fact, she was
sure they were the exact same pair he always wore. She smiled at his black Jimi
Hendrix shirt.
“It’s
pretty much done—just spaghetti. Nothing special.”
He
walked to the oven and peeked inside. She had put in a loaf of French bread
earlier. “Did you make that?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.
“I
haven’t mastered baking yet,” she said, shrugging. “I bought the loaf at the
store, but I made a garlic spread to put in the middle. It’s warming up in
there.”
“Still,
it looks great. And the sauce?” He lifted the lid off the stockpot and peeked
inside. “Did you make this from scratch?”
Chuckling,
Naomi walked to the counter and set down her almond cake and iced tea. “Yeah, I
did. Why are you so fascinated?”
He
returned the lid on the pot and turned around. “I don’t know. My mom doesn’t
cook much—she never cooked when I was growing up—so, yeah, this all smells
amazing. I’m used to eating at Java or boiling ramen noodles.” He put on a
wicked smile. “I knew it was a good idea to invite myself over. Maybe I’ll do
it more often.”
Naomi
grabbed the straw on top of her iced tea and began tearing off the end of the
wrapper. “Finn, about us hanging out, I called you because I’m … well, I have a
problem and I don’t think anyone will understand except you. I don’t think my
housemate Becca would understand what I’ve done since she’s never dropped below
a 4.0 GPA. She tends to judge people who slack off.” She finished unwrapping
the straw and shoved it through the hole on the cup lid. “And my mom will kill
me when she finds out. I’m not sure what I’m going to do and I ….” She picked
up the tea and took a long gulp. The heavenly taste kept her tears at bay for
the moment. There was no way she was going to cry in front of Finn.
He
waited for her to finish. She took another sip of the drink and continued.
“And I
have things I need to tell you because you seem to understand me on a level not
many people do. Well, two people. You and Jesse.”
Finn
nodded.
“Jesse
is my boyfriend.”
“I
thought as much.”
She
looked down at her feet and noticed her nail polish was almost worn off. She
always painted her toenails red—the same red Evelyn had used on her nails. When
she looked back up at Finn, he was peeking into the uncovered pot on the back
burner.
“Noodles,”
he said, smiling as steam rose up around his face.
Naomi
rushed forward. “I need to check them.” She snatched a spaghetti spoon and
leaned past Finn so she could reach the pot. He didn’t move as she twirled the
spoon and caught some noodles.
“Want me
to get out of the way?” he asked, grinning down at her.
With the
spoon still poised over the pot, she looked up at him and realized he was close
enough for her elbow to brush against him. He smelled like almond cake. She
asked herself for the hundredth time why she had let him come over for dinner.
“No, I’m
good,” she said, backing away with the spoon raised in the air. She looked at
the dangling noodles dripping hot water onto the floor. The ends were beginning
to turn white, which meant they were done. She lifted the spoon above her mouth
and took a bite. “Perfect,” she mumbled, chewing. As soon as she noticed Finn
watching her with a huge grin on his face, she turned away. “Can you drain the
pot in the sink? There’s a colander already in there.”
“Sure.”
Fumbling
her way around the kitchen, she let Finn help her set the table and dish up the
food. When they were both seated, she put her hands on her knees and took a
deep breath. No matter what happened, she wouldn’t screw up. She wasn’t going
to hide anymore. She was going to tell Finn the truth, trusting he would
understand and be there for her when nobody else could be. She hoped confiding
in him would show him how highly she thought of him. His eyes were on her. He
unfolded his napkin and set it on his lap. She let out her breath and picked up
her fork. “Let’s eat.”
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