We are so excited to bring you the Release Day Launch for Katie McGarry's Breaking the Rules! Breaking the Rules is a Young Adult contemporary romance published by Harlequin Teen, and is a follow-up book to Katie's Pushing the Limits. You do not want to miss Noah and Echo's story! Grab your copy today!
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“Did you fall into some paint, Echo?” Isaiah asks, changing
the subject.
Echo’s shoulder slumps as she pivots toward the mirror. She
groans as she touches her cheek and forehead that are more red and pink than
skin. “Dang it. Why am I such a mess?”
“I think it’s sexy as hell,” I say.
“I think I’m going to barf,” Beth mocks my tone.
Death radiates from the look I send her way. Enough that it
should melt her. “Ever sleep in a tent, Beth?”
Beth focuses on the screen while raising her middle finger
in my direction.
“Screw it.” Echo turns away from the mirror. “I need a
shower.”
I smile, Echo blushes, then I laugh. Damn me for inviting
Isaiah and Beth to share our room.
“Anyhow.” An excited glint strikes Echo’s eyes. “Are you
ready? I hope you like it. It’s sort of…for you. But it’s not done, okay? I
mean, something like this would actually take a while to perfect, so I guess
I’m saying—”
“Echo.”
“Yeah?”
“It’s all good.”
“Okay.” Her fingers drum nervously over the top of the
canvas before she repeats, “Okay.”
“I’m assuming that’s not the constellation Aires?”
“No. I’ll have to start on that tomorrow.” With a deep
inhale, Echo pulls out a chair from the table and rests the painting on the
arms and leans it against the back so it will stay upright.
Air rushes out of my body, and I sink onto our bed. It’s the
same damned shock as when she drew my parents this past spring. There’s awe and
joy and this ache that hits deep in my gut. I bend forward and rest my joint
hands on my knees and stare at the sight in front of me.
Fuck me, my eyes burn. I shut them, attempting to get my
shit together. It’s a painting. Only a painting. I reopen them, and it’s the
same disorientation as a right hook to the head. It’s more than a painting, and
that’s the reason my throat swells.
Last night meant as much to me as it did to her and she
painted it, capturing it in a way unique to Echo. She’s right, it’s not done.
It’s a skeleton compared to her other work, but I see enough to know what she
desires, what she plans to design. Up close all those colors would look like
chaos, but when viewed as a whole it creates this beautiful picture. In the
end, that’s the best way to describe me and Echo, our relationship. Our love.
The bed dips as Echo eases onto it, settles behind me and
props her chin on my shoulder. Her signature scent that reminds me of walking
into a bakery becomes an invisible blanket surrounding me. “What do you think?”
“It’s us,” I whisper, and knots form in my stomach. Echo
always finds a way to blow my mind. She tenses behind me and I continue, “It’s
where we spent last night.”
“It is.” Echo relaxes, and her fingers curl around my
biceps. “Do you like it?”
Struggling for composure, I place my hand over hers and
pause. “It’s…”
I’m not Echo. I don’t have words for what happens inside me.
If I did, I’d fail at describing this. I shift to rest my forehead against
hers. “I don’t deserve you.”
“That’s my statement,” she says so only I can hear. “I wish
we were alone again.”
I press my lips to hers, slide my hand through her hair and
watch as the curls bounce back into place. “Me, too.”
And don’t forget to read the first books in the Pushing the Limits Series…
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