Title: Scared To Death
Author: CS Latu
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: June 9. 2014
You don't always get a choice in life. You can't control who dies. You can't control who you love and you can't stop change. But you can make a mess of it.
For Ruby Green, life is about loss. Everyone she has ever loved has died, save one. Her best friend from childhood. He has always been her saving grace. When things change between them, Ruby finds herself lost in a maelstrom of emotions. She's not ready to lose him in order to have him.
Noah Carrington believes in living. Even if the road is dark, the fear makes you feel alive. Life is too short and regret is a wound that festers. He always saw his best friend, Ruby, in his future, she would be just around the corner in the next room until he started seeing her in his arms.
They both know that being scared to death means you have something to lose. The question is, will they learn that it means you have something to gain too?
All I wanted was sleep. My body hated me for saying yes to a double shift almost as much as my feet did. I fumbled with the key, flipping it back and forth before I finally got it in the door; the chain was on. I cursed, then opened my mouth to scream for Noah when I heard him, or her rather.
“OH GOD!” A breathy moan assaulted the silence, followed by the pounding sound of skin slapping. I pulled the door closed and turned to sit down, pulling my cell phone from my pocket. I neglected to look at it when I left work because I was dead tired and all I could think about was getting away from people.
The light flashed at the top signaling a message of some kind.
Noah: Got company but should be gone before you get home.
Apparently not, I thought.
I keyed back a message-
I would love to go to sleep.
Weariness crept over me and sank into my bones. If I didn’t get in the apartment soon, I was going to pass out on the steps.
I keyed another message.
I am outside, hurry it up.
I wasn’t surprised that he had a chick in our apartment. I was surprised this chick caused me to be locked out.
Noah was a really hot guy. I could see the appeal that girls saw in him. He handled his inky black hair carelessly. His eyes were seemingly depthless, they were so dark. He had started covering his tall body in tattoos, which would have only been more effective had they said “Fuck Me.” He had his choice with girls. I had watched him with several, catch and release.
When the door opened, I looked up and realized why I was locked out of the house. A shapely, strumpet from hell with blue eyes smiled down; she’d done it. She reached up running her fingers through her short, brown bob, sweeping any stray hair in place. Noah looked over her shoulder down at me; he wasn’t wearing a shirt and his hair was sticking up.
“Sorry.” He stated from behind the smiling banshee.
“No problem, just want to go to sleep. You didn’t manage to get him to fuck you in my bed, did you?” I frowned.
“Good to see you too, Ruby.” She turned around and grabbed Noah, while blocking the doorway to kiss him. It was passionate on her side, he stood and accepted it.
“Call me?” She paused while she ran her hand down his bare chest. “We have lots to talk about.” She smiled when he nodded.
When she backed up, I walked between them into the apartment. I had to squeeze, but once I made it in, I could hear her mouth.
“I can’t believe you two still live together.”
“Court. Don’t start.” Noah warned.
“Yeah, I know.” She whined.
I couldn’t listen to her. Normally, his dates never bothered me, but Courtney wasn’t a random chick. She had been Noah’s girlfriend for over a year. In the beginning, she was nice, but after a while, she got it in her head that I was carrying a torch for Noah. The fact that I lived with him caused a great source of tension between them.
Any explanation you offered to her was not good enough. It didn’t matter that we’d been friends since grade school or that I wasn’t into him and never had been. She refused to believe me.
I pushed the thoughts from my mind when I made it to the bathroom, stripping out of my clothes and turned on the shower. Once I stood in the steaming water, the door opened. I hated it when he cornered me in the bathroom.
“Get out, Noah.” I barked.
“I didn’t know she put the chain on the door.” He said.
“I didn’t know you still put your dick in that one!” I returned.
“Ru.” I knew he was frowning at me from the tone of his voice.
I grabbed the edge of the shower curtain to frown back, “What!”
“Now you gonna give me shit?” He asked. His hands rested on his hips. His tattoos were exposed that covered sporadic places on his arms and chest.
“I don’t care who you are fucking, but I didn’t know you were such a glutton for punishment.”
“You haven’t figured that out since I decided to live with you that I am,” he snapped. I threw the curtain back, shutting his image away.
“If that is the kinda thing you are going to let in this house, then I can fix that problem too!” I raged while leaning down to turn the water off and snatched my towel off of the top of the shower rod.
When I got out of the tub, Noah had left the bathroom. I was glad because I’m pretty sure I would have punched him directly in the dick for his comment.
I dried myself off, then re-tucked the towel around me because I hadn’t bothered to grab clothes. I opened the door to stomp to my bedroom; dirty clothes in hand.
Noah was standing in the hallway with his hands on the wall. He wasn’t facing me, but his head was bowed like he was praying.
I moved to walk around him when he spoke.
“I don’t wanna fight with you.”
“There is nothing to fight about. You’re an idiot. I have made my thoughts clear on that. There’s nothing else to say.” My fist tightened on my clothes as I spoke. The urge to punch him was strong.
“Ru, ya know you’re the only bitch in this world that I let talk to me like that.” He turned leaning back on the wall.
“Is that a compliment?” I asked. I was unaffected by the bitch comment other than the fact he only said that when he was angry with me, if the shoe fits.
“I hate it when you are like this.” He growled, clenchin
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I was born on a cold day in January. They said I was the only baby in the hospital. They also said that I picked my head up twice to turn away from people who came to see me after I was born (Who wants strangers looking at you after such a life altering event while you are naked?). Not much has changed. That cold day was 30 years ago in South Carolina. Needless to say, I got the twang! At the ripe age of 22, I married my man bear pig hubby who happens to be from Chicago. I learned that there are people who do not have accents, who sound like they have accents because they don't have accents. Mind blowing there. Our love story is pretty nifty. I met him online when I was 15 and chatted with him for four years, on and off as friends, until we met and I showed him some southern charm and BAM! Here we are ten years later with eight years of marriage and several fur persons rounding out the family thus far! My writing started as a child when I tried to write about three pewter statues of wizards coming to life. Books and words have always been a passion for me. My mind is incredibly random, if you talk to me for more than ten minutes, it becomes painfully obvious. I draw inspiration from absolutely anything and everything I come in contact with, with particular emphasis on music, pictures and the crazy situations in life. It is my hope one day to have a small hot air balloon tied to my chimney so I can write by starlight. I am pretty sure I would find that most inspiring.
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