Tuesday, November 3, 2015

This Book Will Change Your Life by Amanda Weaver


This Book Will Change Your Life
by Amanda Weaver
Publication Date: 28 September 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

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Take a chance and change your life…
College was supposed to be where Hannah’s hard work paid off, but the major in honors chemistry she’s been working towards since childhood is slipping away. Worse, she’s not sure she wants it anymore. Salvation comes from an unlikely place—a used bookstore and Ben, the passionate college senior who works there.

Ben’s trapped in a life mapped out for him. Trapped in a future career as a lawyer to make his father happy. Trapped pursuing a girl he doesn't even like because she fits into a world he doesn’t want, but can’t escape. But then he meets Hannah. And for the first time, he knows what it means to truly want something.

So he gives in to being her friend. Then to wanting her. Then to kissing her. And within the freedom of his impulsivity, both of their carefully planned lives begin to fall apart...


Alex isn't working, but Marc is, and I know him a little. Oasis is quiet, so he chats us up as he makes our hot chocolates.

“So what are you guys up to today?”

“Oh, I'm working at Prometheus. Hannah just stopped in to visit.”

“You go to Arlington State, Hannah?”

“Yeah, this is my first year. You?”

“Now and then.” Marc smirks. He’s been a part-time student for nearly a decade—if you can call auditing one class a year part-time. The rest of the time he scrapes by working at the Oasis and selling weed. The girls seem to find him charming. I don't get it. “Whipped cream on these?”

“Umm…” Hannah hesitates. “I'm not sure.”

Marc grins at her over his shoulder. “Oh, come on. Indulge a little.” I scowl at him— He's looking at her like she's the whipped cream. What an asshole.

But I need to relax. Hannah isn’t my girlfriend, and this isn’t a date.

She laughs and nods. “Okay, sure. Whipped cream.”

“Thatta girl.” He piles it on thick, like his bullshit. I'm glaring at his back, but the fucker is oblivious. I mean, come on, Hannah's cute, but she's also way too young and sweet for a washed-up burnout like Marc.

“Okay, two hot chocolates. Six fifty.”

“I got this.” I pull out my wallet without thinking. It feels like one-upping Marc, somehow, but I doubt anyone notices.

“Thanks.” Hannah sips hers and looks at me over the rim of the cup. Her eyelashes are so long they cast little feathery shadows across the tops of her cheekbones. I take a long sip of my hot chocolate before I say something inexplicably stupid.

Mistake. It's piping hot and burns my tongue. While I'm breathing in and out, trying to cool the burn, Hannah chuckles.

“You have whipped cream on your lip.”

I swipe at my upper lip, the obvious culprit, but she shakes her head.

“No, here.” She reaches out and slides her thumb against the corner of my mouth. Her finger is soft and warm on my lips, then on my cheek as she drags her hand away. My skin tingles long after she stops touching me.

“Got it,” she murmurs, and then she slips her thumb, slicked with whipped cream, into her mouth. Something flips over in my stomach as her pink lips curve around her finger. I've just wandered into someplace dangerous.

“I should get back to the store.”

“Oh. Sure,” Hannah says. “I have class in half an hour. I better get going. I'll call you later, once I know if Joe comes back.”


Hannah rolls her eyes. “The book, silly.”

Right. The book. I almost forgot.

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Amanda Weaver
Amanda has loved romance since she read that very first Kathleen E. Woodiwiss novel at fifteen. After a long detour into a career as a costume designer in theatre, she’s found her way back to romance, this time as a writer.
A native Floridian, Amanda transplanted to New York City many years ago and now considers Brooklyn home, along with her husband, daughter, two cats, and nowhere near enough space.