The Chase (Briar U, #1)

by Elle Kennedy

If the truth lies somewhere between Colin Fitzgerald’s outward aloofness toward me (he hates me), and the heat I see in his eyes (his fiery passion for me), then…I guess split the difference and say he views me as a friend?

The hockey players are gods.

Deep down, I’m a huge nerd. A nerd masquerading as a god.

“Can a moron be anything other than stupid?” Dean asks with a grin.

The book is always better.

I hate that intrusive sensation of eyes boring into me. It’s a scar left over from childhood, a need to blend into the background, to be unseen.

“Oh, I get it. I was wasting my time trying to sell you on her. You were already sold.”

Despite what some people might think, fashion isn’t fluff. I’m not fluff. So take that, Colin Fitzgerald!

Now I’m dreading it. My unicorn is no longer a unicorn. He’s a judgmental donkey.

I’m not a fan of my own thoughts. They tend to be a jumble of insecurity, mixed with self-doubt, a splash of inner critic, and a sprinkling of misplaced over-confidence. It’s a fucked-up place, my mind.