What Happens in College… by Vanessa M. Knight
(Ritter University #2)
Publication date: August 25th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
(Ritter University #2)
Publication date: August 25th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
One upload. One thousand likes. One lapse in judgment and she lost it all.
Ritter University Novel – Book Two
Egged house, keyed cars, and lawsuits all behind her, Karina Wolfe
needs to bury her past deep beneath the skeletons in her closet. No one
can ever find out what she did. No one.
Her freshman year at Ritter University is the perfect opportunity to
re-invent a better, shinier, more responsible Karina. Her goal? Keep her
head down and stay away from the thing that screwed up her life in the
first place—guys. It shouldn’t be that hard, in theory. If only Ryan
Kent wasn’t so darn gorgeous.
Ryan Kent is the poster child for responsibility. He’s always done
what’s expected of him. He didn’t have much choice. But now that his
mother’s cancer is under control, he finally feels free. Almost. If he
could only convince his dad to trust him to make his own choices, life
would be good. If he could get Karina to take a chance on him, life
would be perfect.
Ryan doesn’t know what Karina did before they met. Karina doesn’t
know how to protect Ryan. When taking chances collide with trust, can
what happens in college endure, or will it stay in college?
*Reader Note*
This Ritter University book is part of series of interconnected but stand-alone books.
This Ritter University book is part of series of interconnected but stand-alone books.
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Excerpt:
KARINA
SLID INTO the front seat of Ryan’s car, dropping her purse onto the
floor. She had ridden in this very seat many times, but this time was
different. This time they were alone and on their way to dinner.
Together. A date.
Soft
music wafted from the speakers as he shut her door and walked around
the car to the driver’s side. He got in, his hands sliding
familiarly over the leather-covered steering wheel. Given the talent
of those lips—she
could only imagine how gifted those hands were.
“Karina?”
“Yes.”
Her attention left his hands and the illicit thoughts that were
running rampant in her brain. Bad brain.
“Is
Italian all right for dinner?” The grin that overtook his face as
he watched her eyes struggle to stay on his face was annoying. She
could control herself. Her eyes were just taking in the shirt that
fit snugly across his broad chest, and the hands… no she wasn’t
going there again…and the black wool pants that conformed to his
body. Enough. She had control.
Bad
brain.
“Italian?
Okay?”
“Oh.
Uh, yeah,” she stuttered.
Ryan
started the car and navigated the barren Wednesday-night streets
toward the restaurant. Winter had crept over the campus when she
wasn’t looking, cold wind and frosty rain overtaking the
once-bustling sidewalks.
He
stopped at a yellow light and leaned over to the passenger side of
the car. His seat belt stopped him from getting closer, so she met
him half way.
“I’ve
been waiting for this since Monday.” He leaned in and touched his
lips to hers. The soft, sweet kiss sent shivers down her spine.
Honk.
“Green
light,” she whispered as she pulled away.
He
licked his lips and smiled as he turned back to the road. After a few
blocks of Bruno Mars moaning about buying a woman flowers, they came
to another red light. Ryan inclined toward Karina again. She couldn’t
resist the pull of his mouth to hers.
This
kiss was hot, hungry. She felt the strength of his lips all the way
down to the nail polish on her toes. His hand found the crook of her
neck, his thumb massaging circles at the nape. She pulled back to
grasp a piece of air, her eyes opening to green speckles spattered
across his face.
“Green
light.” She fought to say the words with what minimal breath
remained in her lungs.
He
dropped his head and sighed. The smile he wore earlier was still
pasted on his face as he drove the remaining blocks to the
restaurant. He pulled into the lot of Casciani's Italian Restaurant
and parked the car. She reached for her purse and the handle on the
door.
“Hold
on.” He said as he pulled off his seatbelt and leaned across the
front seat. “There’s no green light to save you now.”
I write contemporary romance novels with a dash of suspense. I’m a member of Romance Writers of America and Windy City RWA.
Living in Chicagoland with my husband, son and menagerie of dogs and cats, keeps me on my toes. When not writing or working or playing wife and mom, I love to scrapbook, watch movies and read anything I can find.
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Living in Chicagoland with my husband, son and menagerie of dogs and cats, keeps me on my toes. When not writing or working or playing wife and mom, I love to scrapbook, watch movies and read anything I can find.
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