Title: Broken
Author: Jamie Loeak
Series: The Outsiders Series (#1)
Genre: YA Contemporary
Publisher: Self âPublished
Edition/Formats: eBook
Blurb/Synopsis:
Two hearts meet in a field.
One is open,
The other is a shield.
Two heartbeats,
Four hands.
One soul lives between the two of them.
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Carter Daniels is a typical runaway. Unsure of who he is or where heâs going, Carter is only sure of one thing: his past is going to stay in the past. But when he gets pulled into the popular crowd at Silver Valley High School, heâs forced to choose: tell the truth about who he is or lie. Lie. And it seems to be working. His parents wanted to get him that cheap apartment because theyâre never home. He crashed his car so he doesnât have one. His weekends are filled because he has to spend time with his parents. But when Carter is forced to open up to an outsider because of an English assignment, everything changes. There is something he sees in her, an undeniable connection. There is a need to discover what lies behind those sad eyes. But will Carter be able to lower his defenses in order to get past hers? Will he let her in, or will he choose to stay broken?
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Hi there! Iâm Jamie Loeak, YA author of the Chronicles of Light and Darkness, The Outsiders Series, the Atlantis Novella Series, and The Star Caster: a novella. Wow! That sounds like a lot for a girl that spent most of high school and college starting â and never finishing! â things. It all started with songs and poetry but the never-finishing part soon transferred to books.
It wasnât until I started writing Body and Soul, the first book in the Chronicles of Light and Darkness, and my debut book, that I actually finished something. I blame/thank my parents for leaving me to dog sit on their vacation â they left me with a Jeep but I canât drive stick, so I was literally stranded! However, I managed to finish a book I had been dreaming of for quite a while. So, in all reality, they are the reason that I even began writing.
Other than the story of my beginning, Iâll tell you a few things about myself. I was a special education teacher and now work in compliance (making sure that all aspects of a special education childâs education is legal). My hobbies include: writing â duh! â playing guitar, reading Jane Austen, browsing bookstores, trying to cook and bake, and photography. At night, when Iâm falling asleep, I tend to come up with plans for world domination â and not my world domination, but a world where all people are good and do the right thing⦠I swear, itâll all happen one day!!!
Five Fun Facts:
- Iâm obsessed with my cat, Charlie.
- Iâm practically paleo but not all the way! (you can see recipes on my blog cottoncreative.blogspot.com)
- I live in sunny Florida.
- Iâm a neat freak and clean at least every other day.
- My sister is on the cover of The Star Caster and I took the photo!
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Vandelya stops shoving her pencil in the spiral of her notebook. She just stares at me. Her green eyes are wide. Her lips are parted, her chest moving up and down quickly. I watch as her gaze falters, as her breathing slows.
I swallow, unsure of what to do or say. Iâve got a temper but Iâve never been like that with someone before, especially someone that I donât know. But Vandelya is frustrating me right now. She reminds me of my mother; sheâs refusing to deal with whatever it is sheâs running from. And it bothers me so much because she can choose to deal with it; she can choose to face whatever it is. She doesnât have to lie, to pretend it isnât there. She canât ignore it.
Vandelyaâs bottom lip quivers slightly.
âStop,â I order. I know that in that moment it sounds cruel, that is seems heartless, but I didnât mean it like that; I just canât stand to see her cry, especially because the last time she cried was because of me too.
âYou donât know anything about me, new kid. Donât pretend you can tell me what to do or how to feel. You, of all people, shouldnât judge me based on one thing.â And just like that, without another word, she turns around and rushes out of the library. I sit there for a few minutes, staring at the direction she took off in, and then I pick up my pencil. The list of Vandelyaâs questions still sit in front of me and, without thinking, I start working on them.
I swallow, unsure of what to do or say. Iâve got a temper but Iâve never been like that with someone before, especially someone that I donât know. But Vandelya is frustrating me right now. She reminds me of my mother; sheâs refusing to deal with whatever it is sheâs running from. And it bothers me so much because she can choose to deal with it; she can choose to face whatever it is. She doesnât have to lie, to pretend it isnât there. She canât ignore it.
Vandelyaâs bottom lip quivers slightly.
âStop,â I order. I know that in that moment it sounds cruel, that is seems heartless, but I didnât mean it like that; I just canât stand to see her cry, especially because the last time she cried was because of me too.
âYou donât know anything about me, new kid. Donât pretend you can tell me what to do or how to feel. You, of all people, shouldnât judge me based on one thing.â And just like that, without another word, she turns around and rushes out of the library. I sit there for a few minutes, staring at the direction she took off in, and then I pick up my pencil. The list of Vandelyaâs questions still sit in front of me and, without thinking, I start working on them.