Stupid Love by Cindy Miles
(Stupid In Love #3)Genre: New Adult, College, Romance, Contemporary
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Pages: 247
Published September 10, 2015
Bestselling new adult author Cindy Miles is set to capture the hearts of STUPID GIRL fans again with the grand finale of the Stupid in Love series, featuring Memory and Jace.
Synopsis:
MEMORYCasualties.
That’s how I refer to the guys who’ve had the bad fortune to fall for me. They only see long legs that they wish were wrapped around them, a cat-like smile, and the reckless abandon to take on any wild dare. It’s all a game to me. Show me a bridge, and I’ll leap over the side. Give me a car, and I’ll race it. Give me a heart, and I’ll break it. I always win. I even showed Death who was boss a long time ago.
Or so I thought.
Now, time is running out, and I’m losing fast…and big. I met someone. Jace Beaumont. He’s smart, and good, and I dream about spending days exploring the summit of his perfect lips. But, I’m a grenade. I know I should leave him be. I can’t.
JACE
Study, class, work, repeat. That’s all I have time for. At twenty-five years old, I have a bit more mileage on me than the average college freshman. But, that’s what happens when you spend your youth drinking, partying, and bagging girls like it’s a full-time job. Now, I have goals. There’s just one kink in my plans. Her name is Memory. She’s every guy’s dream girl. She’s intoxicating. She’s trouble. I want to stay away. I can’t.
Review:
* * I have received a ARC for an honest review provided by Netgalley* *
One thing that stood out to me was that this book was connected to others, don't get me wrong its a stand alone but there a moments you can just tell that by how some of the character/friends are mentioned.I just managed to jump right into the third book.After how this book turned out I'll be sure to check out he previous books.
Memory is a girl who is a bit of a daredevil, after all life is short. She would know she was diagnosed with a childhood cancer that she managed to defeat. Or so she thought. She refuses to let her friends or anyone one who is close to her know, she refuses to be the sick girl everyone treats like a fragile thing. After she first met Jace it was hard to let that boy out of her mind, when she met him a second time she knew she had to work her charm on this uptight guy. Things get complicated once she realizes that her symptoms are getting worse meanwhile she is continuing this thing with Jace and not letting her friends know.
" Conscience is a funny thing, though. It raises its ugly ass head at the damnedest of times and with no regard as to whether you want it to or not."I loved this book. To me it was like watching a ticking time bomb wondering when something would happen and wondering how everything would turn out. I loved how caring and supportive her father was. I loved watching the relationship between her and Jace. I loved how supportive her friends where. I just really loved this story and look forward to seeing the previous books with how great this book turned out. Overall I highly recommend you lovely readers to check out this book.
Giveaway:
a Rafflecopter giveawayDream Cast:
Some authors love to
put a face to their characters as they’re writing and I’m no
exception. It helps me ground with my hero and heroine, secondary
characters and bad guys/girls. In Stupid Love, I didn’t click with
Memory Thibodeaux until my thoughts landed on the true blue and
gorgeously wild and crazy Mattie Breaux from the reality show “Party
Down South.” I think she is just so naturally beautiful and crazy
wild fun! Mattie fit Memory’s character perfectly after that
As far as Jace Beaumont goes…I’m really, really funny about my
heroes. I’ve never found one single Hollywood star to cast because
they’re usually a myriad of stars! But Jace’s smoldering
sexy-good looks come pretty dang close to Captain America himself,
Chris Evans. Phew! Hot flash!
I have a total weak
spot for VETS. My grandpa was a gritty old WWII vet and I seem to
always gravitate toward a similar character as him to add into my
stories. In Stupid Love, old Jasper is no exception. In my mind he
looks like Wilford Brimly!
Finally, for
Memory’s father Max, I totally saw him as Jeffrey Dean Morgan. He
is a quiet sexy that any age can appreciate!
Excerpt:
“So,
you want to know who I really am?” I asked Jace as I rose to my
feet on Morgan’s Bridge. The sun was gone now, but still light
enough to see. Almost dark, but not quite. “Why? Have you heard
rumors? Wait! Don’t answer that,” I continued. “You’re
pals with Brax Jenkins. Since he’s the king of bad reputation, I’m
sure he can single out badasses just as easily.” I winked at him.
“Takes one to know one, right?”
Jace
laughed softly. “Yeah, he said you’re known for some pretty crazy
stunts on campus. A player. Adrenaline junkie.”
“Hmmm,”
I answered. “I guess I’d be lying if I didn’t lay claim to all
of those accusations. What can I say? I love to live life to the
fullest.” I cupped my hands at my mouth. “I’m young! I’m
twenty-two!” My voice echoed over the water and through the trees.
I squatted down and shot him a lingering look. “I just simply don’t
allow all of that to define me. You see,” I went on, wrapping my
arms around my legs and hugging them close. With my chin resting
against my knees, I looked at him. “There are many more facets to
my psyche than I ever, ever let on. You know? Keeps me in a sort of
shady shroud of mystery.”
“A
shady shroud, huh?” he repeated, and chuckled. “What are you
majoring in?”
“Fine
arts,” I answered, and sat close to him. “BFA.”
“And
what will you do with that?” he asked.
“I’m
a self-proclaimed ornamental metalwork designer,” I told him. “And
that’s pre-degree, yes sir. Got a business license and everything.”
I flashed him a grin. “Calypso Designs. I make a pretty decent coin
with the whirlygigs and windcatchers I create in the workshop by the
barn. Any sort of crazy welded metal art statue I can dream up.
Calypso Designs, Inc. Google me, why don’t ya?”
Jace
just kept his eyes on me, and in the faded light they hardly looked
green at all. More like shadows in the mouth of a cave. “Any
siblings?”
“Nope.
Only child.”
He
nodded again. “You’re close to your dad?”
I
smiled. “Very. He raised me alone after Mom died. Taught me about
brazing rods, oxyacetylene, how to set up the fuel tanks. Taught me
how to strike a torch, how not to look directly at an arc flash.
Taught me…everything I know.” I felt my heart pinch, because I
loved my dad more than anything. “He’s a damn good man, Jace
Beaumont.”
His
teeth were a ghostly white in the dusk. “I believe you, Memory
Thibodeaux.”
“Okay.”
I changed gears from the serious stuff. “Here’s the final chapter
of tonight’s grand Thank You For Changing My Belt Date. Then we’ll
have dessert. Ready?”
Jace
laughed. “Yeah, why not. Shoot.”
I
could barely see his features now. “Remember how I said this bridge
was haunted?”
“Yep.”
“Well,”
I continued. “The legend goes that back in 1923, Madigan Morgan and
Company—not to be confused with the Morgans of the Morgan’s
Louisiana and Texas Railroad—was commissioned to build this trestle
for the Southern Pacific Railroad. Anyway, Madigan Morgan was rumored
to have had a love affair with a beautiful, beguiling witchdoctor who
lived in the woods, just there”—I pointed toward the forest on
the other side of the river—“named Gilly from New Orleans. Right
behind his wife Adelaide’s back. Well, the construction of the
trestle was finally finished, but not before Adelaide Morgan found
out about the affair.” I leaned closer. “It’s rumored she
gathered her three brothers and went after Gilly the witch one
moonlit night.” I glanced up. “Much like tonight, yeah.” I
wiggled my brows.
Jace
watched me closely and in silence, and although it had grown fairly
dark I could still make out the amused expression pulling smile lines
around his eyes and mouth. He smelled good. A faint, woodsy, clean
smell. Like pine needles, with a ting of ocean spray, if I had to put
a name to it. I continued.
“Well
Madigan Morgan was supposedly to have scheduled a rendezvous with
Gilly right here where we sit, that very night, in the center of the
trestle,” I said softly. “Gilly was a raven-haired French-Acadian
Cajun, you see, and had the sensual power to make a man do just about
anything. And he’d fallen hard and fast for her. Anyway,” I said
with a grin, and I looked out over the moon that had slowly risen,
and watched the water lap at the bank’s edges. “When Madigan
arrived for the rendezvous, it was just in time to see his wife and
brothers-in-law binding Gilly’s hands with rope. He started to run
up the hill to stop them, but could hear Gilly’s voice. She wasn’t
pleading for her life. Wasn’t begging for them to let her go.” I
reached slowly between the boards beneath me until my hand felt the
heavy-duty nylon rope I’d placed there myself back in October when
Crisco and I had bungee jumped off the bridge. Eased my hand through
the slipknot and grasped it tight, all the while, keeping my gaze on
Jace’s. “She was cursing them, Jace Beaumont,” I said
huskily. “Just before they shoved her off the bridge!”
Over
the edge I went, just as though I’d been pushed by Gilly herself,
and as soon as I cleared the boards I grasped the rope with my other
hand and hung there, mid-air, just beneath the trestle.
And
at the same time, Jace leapt to his feet.
“Memory!”
he yelled. “Fuck! Memory!”
Hanging
beneath the very place he stood, I burst out laughing. “Do you kiss
your mama with that mouth, boy?”
In
a flash, Jace was on his stomach and peering over the edge of the
trestle at me, swinging on my rope.
“Boy,
you look pissed!” I exclaimed, laughing. “I didn’t know you
could move so fast—Jace!”
The
moment I swung within his reach he grabbed me, and let me say that
although he was muscular, he was way stronger than I’d suspected.
He pulled me up and over the trestle, and I barely helped. He did it
that fast. And he all but plunked me down onto the track.
Jace
pushed off and stood, clasping his fingers behind his neck. “Jesus
God, Memory!” He turned to me then, and I could see fury in the
shadows of his eyes. “Don’t you ever fucking do that again.” He
moved toward me where I was still sitting on the track, and hauled me
up. His fingers encircled my arms, and he gave me a slight shake, and
we were almost nose-to-nose. A muscle flinched at his stubbled jaw,
and his dark brows were furrowed. His eyes flashed. “Do you have a
death wish? Or are you just crazy?”
The
irony of his words almost made me laugh. At the same time, though, I
was touched. I was used to being egged on. Used to being dared.
I
was not used to Jace’s reaction.
Author Bio:
National bestselling author Cindy Miles writes edgy romance, ranging from contemporary love stories to sexy paranormals. A native of southern coastal Georgia, she loves reading (naturally), baking swoon-worthy desserts, traveling abroad, yoga, and classic rock. The cover for her debut New Adult romance, STUPID GIRL, was featured on USA Today's Happily Ever After blog. In the novel, a volatile mix of bad boys, sassy smart girls, dark secrets, and red-hot romance add up to one wild ride through college. The second book in her Stupid in Love series, STUPID BOY, features a wickedly handsome law-breaker who falls for a beautiful, straight-A college student with an ugly past of her own.
Hang out with Cindy on her Facebook Fan Page, n Twitter@CindyMilesBooks, or check out her website: http://www.cindy-miles.com/!
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