Faster We Burn

the author:
     
     
    Chelsea M. Cameron is a YA/NA New York Times/USA Today Best Selling author from Maine. Lover of things random and ridiculous, Jane Austen/Charlotte and Emily Bronte Fangirl, red velvet cake enthusiast, obsessive tea drinker, vegetarian, former cheerleader and world’s worst video gamer. When not writing, she enjoys watching infomercials, singing in the car and tweeting. She has a degree in journalism from the University of Maine, Orono that she promptly abandoned to write about the people in her own head. More often than not, these people turn out to be just as weird as she is.
     
     
    Other books by Chelsea M. Cameron:
    Nocturnal (The Noctalis Chronicles, Book One)
    Amazon
    Nightmare (The Noctalis Chronicles, Book Two)
    Amazon
    Neither (The Noctalis Chronicles, Book Three)
    Amazon
    Whisper (The Whisper Trilogy, Book One)
    Amazon
    Deeper We Fall (Fall and Rise, Book One)
    Amazon
    My Favorite Mistake (Available from Harlequin)
    Amazon
    Find Chelsea online:
    chelseamcameron.com
    Twitter: @chel_c_cam
    Facebook: Chelsea M. Cameron (Official Author Page )

 
    Faster We Burn (Fall and Rise, Book Two) is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are use fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, business establishments or locales is entirely coincidental.
     
    No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. All rights reserved.
     
    Copyright © 2013 Chelsea M. Cameron
     
    Cover by Sarah Hansen at Okay Creations
     
    chelseamcameron.com.com

 
     
    And now, here’s a sneak peek at No Attachments , a New Adult Contemporary Romance, from Tiffany King.
    Available on April 30, 2013!
     
    www.authortiffanyjking.blogspot.com
     
    Cover created by Okay Creations
    Edited by Hollie Westring
    All rights reserved. Published by A.T. Publishing LLC
     
    Copyright © 2013 by Tiffany King
     
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    The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

 
     
    Chapter 1: Why lightweights shouldn’t drink
     
     
    Ashton
     
    “Come on, go,” my friend, Tressa said, trying to push me out of my chair. “What good is a bucket list if you’re too chicken to do any of it?”
    “Zip it,” I said out of the corner of my mouth as I apprehensively eyed the situation in front of me. It seemed like a good idea on paper, but actually committing to it suddenly made me nauseous. I took a long pull from my beer, hoping that would help calm my nerves. “God, that’s disgusting.” I grimaced as the foul liquid poured down my throat. “I don’t know how people drink this crap,” I complained, slamming the bottle back down on the table a little harder than I should have.
    “You’re stalling, Ash. Besides, this was your idea. Pick up a random stranger and bang his socks off,” Tressa quipped. “You need to seize the opportunity before someone else does, otherwise you’ll be SOL, and your only choice will be Old Man Jones over there,” she added, making our friend Brittni snort loudly.
    “Shush,” I said, elbowing her in the gut. Tressa had one volume level—loud. Her words traveled from our table to the many other patrons throughout the only bar in this sleepy little town. Joe’s was the hotspot here in Woodfalls, and Friday was your only good chance to meet someone if you were single and on the prowl because Saturday was family karaoke night.
    “Ow, bitch,” Tressa said, rubbing her stomach. “It’s not like the grumpy old fart can hear us anyway,” she said