Stir Me Up
Release Date: 10/01/13
Harlequin Teen
Summary from Goodreads:
Cami Broussard
has her future all figured out. She'll finish her senior year of high school,
then go to work full-time as an apprentice chef in her father's French
restaurant, alongside her boyfriend, Luke. But then twenty-year-old ex-Marine
Julian Wyatt comes to live with Cami's family while recovering from serious
injuries. And suddenly Cami finds herself questioning everything she thought
she wanted.
Julian's all attitude, challenges and intense green-brown eyes. But beneath
that abrasive exterior is a man who just might be as lost as Cami's starting to
feel. And Cami can't stop thinking about him. Talking to him. Wanting to kiss
him. He's got her seriously stirred up. Her senior year has just gotten a lot
more complicated….
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About the Author
Sabrina Elkins, author of Stir Me Up, has also worked as a
journalist, movie copywriter and prep cook. She graduated from USC and
currently lives with her husband and three children in the greater Los Angeles
area.
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Excerpt:
“Let’s put the the mud back out in the yard where it
belongs.”
“Not this stuff. It’s too
expensive.”
“Expensive?” He takes the jar
of Fango beauty mud from me, opens it, sniffs it—and I push it onto his nose.
“Ach.”
“Oops,” I say with a grin.
“All right, that’s it.” He
takes some mud and tries to smear it on me, but I intercept his hand and make a
grab for the jar.
“Let go,” I cry, laughing and struggling for it.
“Not a chance.”
I get some anyway. “Hah!”
“No, don’t come near me with that,” he says, and I paste
him. “Ach!”
“Ooh, the big fierce warror’s upset.” He comes in for the
kill. “Wait!”
“No.”
“Yes!”
“No. No mercy.” He tries to smear me—and I wind up
smearing him instead.
“Hah!” I cry. “No mercy for you! Nice nose.”
His muddy hand touches my stomach.
“Hey, faces only.”
“That’s not in the rule book.”
My eyes close as his hands smear mud across my stomach.
“There,” he says. “Now your innie’s a little mud pit.”
His hand trails across my middle. I squirm slightly, and his eyes meet mine.
They’re darker now, heavier. “Where next?”
