Monday, January 29, 2018

Wicked Charm

With: Amber Hart

Nothing good comes from living in the Devil’s swamp.

Willow Bell thinks moving to the Okefenokee area isn't half bad, but nothing prepares her for what awaits in the shadows of the bog.

Girls are showing up dead in the swamp. And she could be next.

Everyone warns Willow to stay away from Beau Cadwell—the bad boy at the top of their suspect list as the serial killer tormenting the small town. 

But beneath his wicked, depthless eyes, there's something else that draws Willow to him. 

When yet another girl he knew dies, though, Willow questions whether she can trust her instincts…or if they're leading to her own death.


Excerpt:
“Hi,” she says, opening her book.
“Willow.” I say her name, testing it in my mouth.
Her dark hair brushes her desk and hides part of her face. But I already know she’s beautiful.
“What’s your last name, Willow? Is it Bell? Are you related to Old Lady Bell?”
She is, and I know it. And she knows it. I just want to show her that I realize who she is, I suppose.
“That’s none of your damn business,” she says with a small smile.
They’re definitely related.
“Didn’t your mom teach you it’s impolite to curse?” I tease.
“Didn’t your mom teach you to read a Bible?” she fires back. “From what I hear, you need that and more with your black soul.”
I can’t help it. I laugh.
“Is that what Old Lady Bell is saying these days?” The woman never has liked my family much. Hasn’t had any reason to.
“What’s your name?” Willow asks.
People are staring, but I don’t care.
“Beau Cadwell. Grandson of Parker Cadwell next door. The evilest family in all the swamp.”
Or so people say.
Willow bites down on her pencil eraser, and I find my eyes drawn to her lips.
“Well, Beau,” she says in a sweet tone. “I don’t think we’re supposed to be friends.”
“I suppose not.”
Her eyes are darker than anything I’ve ever seen. They’re the type of dark that takes over the swamp after the sun falls from the sky.
“You might be trouble for me,” I say, joking. “And I am not nice,” I add, not joking.
“Everyone is part good, part bad,” she replies.
I don’t think she realizes just how offset those parts of me are.
“Even still, you should probably not associate with me,” she says. “My gran would hate it.”
“Would you hate it?” I ask.
Willow twists the metal-clothed eraser between her teeth for a moment before speaking. She holds my stare like she holds her breath. “I’m still trying to decide, Beau Cadwell.”
I like my name on her lips. I like her tongue on her lips. I’d probably like my tongue on her lips, too.
“You are trouble, after all, I hear.” But she doesn’t say it like she’s scared of trouble.
“Then we definitely shouldn’t be friends.” I don’t mean a word of it.
“Okay.” Her eyes leave mine. She looks around the dingy classroom, like she’s just now taking it in, walls buried behind history posters and a chalkboard covered in something that is supposed to pass as legible handwriting.
Half the class is staring at her. Some of the guys look like they want to order her up for dinner. Some of the girls look like they want to burn her alive for talking to me. Just because things ended badly between most of the girlsand me doesn’t mean they need to hold a grudge. What does it take to get girls to move on around here?
“Do you want to be friends anyway?” I ask.
She lets her eyes find their way back to me. “Okay.”
And just like that I have an in with the new girl, Willow Bell.


About Amber Hart:
Amber Hart resides on the Florida coastline with family and a plethora of animals she affectionately refers to as her urban farm. When unable to find a book, she can be found writing, daydreaming, or with her toes in the sand. She’s the author of several novels for teens and adults, including Wicked Charm, the Before and After series for teens, and the Untamed series for adults.

Author Website: www.amberhartbooks.com 
Author Goodreads: www.goodreads.com/AmberHart

1 comment:

  1. What a great romance!

    The perfect combination of romance, mystery and YA.

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