Book Title: Distractions
Author: Tania
Joyce
Genre: New Adult
Romance
Release Date: September 7,
2016
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University student, Wiley Cayton’s world turns upside down when she meets college newcomer Cameron Wilks. With his irresistible good looks, he seems to be nothing but a party-boy and a constant distraction.
Even when Wiley finds out about Cameron’s troubled past, she’s determined to keep her distance and her previously shattered heart protected. But with him studying the same degree and falling in with her group of friends, she’s drawn to him in unexplainable, illogical ways. How can one’s heart overrule one’s mind? Inevitably she falls for his charismatic charm and her insecurities take hold. Her life spirals out of control and she struggles to find balance between partying, sex and maintaining her scholarship grades.
With her future at risk, her family battle to keep her and Cameron apart, but that only weaves their relationship tighter together. When a college prank goes horribly wrong – threads snap, and just when she needs him most, Cameron disappears. Is their tumultuous romance meant to be or is it just a temporary distraction?
Carefully avoiding any body contact, I grabbed Cameron’s
iPad and glanced over his timetable. “You’re in nearly all my classes.” My
worst suspicions were confirmed as I read through his schedule.
As I handed back his iPad, his fingers crossed over mine. I gasped as a shock shot through me gain when our skin connected. Our eyes met. I nearly dropped his tablet as I slowly pulled my hand away.
What was wrong with me? I’d never experienced anything like it before. It was nothing like an electric shock; this was exhilarating and exciting. It snaked through my veins like tendrils of fire. I was mystified and intrigued…and beyond baffled.
Having missed the introduction, the lecturer brought us to attention. I blinked my eyes to adjust to the dimming of the theatre lights.
As the room darkened, I had an urge to test this extraordinarily strange body contact experience and to see if it happened again. Yes, conduct my own little science experiment. How was I going to do this subtly? Dave was going to be my control specimen. I leaned over toward him and rested my arm against his. Skin on skin.
I waited a split second or two. Daring not to breath.
But…nothing happened.
It was just Dave.
I straightened back into my chair and smiled to myself. I then casually leaned over in Cameron’s direction to see what he was typing on his iPad. My arm rested against his. He inhaled deeply and at the same time my blood started to swirl like the ocean in a wild storm and my heart pounded like a runaway racehorse. The hairs on my arm stood on end. He stared at me, his penetrating metallic-blue eyes shimmering in the dim lighting. My mouth gaped open. I couldn’t move and simply forgot how to breathe.
He closed his eyes. “Are you okay? Did you want something?”
I stuttered, but finally managed to form some words. “Um, no, I’m all good.”
Yes, I’d finally come up for air. I flopped back in my chair and could feel his eyes linger on me as I tried to understand what had just happened. This was not normal. Exhilarating, intense, but not normal. I was being stupid or out of my mind. Was I having an allergic reaction to the lotion or soap he used? Surely there had to be a logical and realistic explanation?
Whatever it was, I wanted and needed it to stop. It was way too much of a distraction.
As I handed back his iPad, his fingers crossed over mine. I gasped as a shock shot through me gain when our skin connected. Our eyes met. I nearly dropped his tablet as I slowly pulled my hand away.
What was wrong with me? I’d never experienced anything like it before. It was nothing like an electric shock; this was exhilarating and exciting. It snaked through my veins like tendrils of fire. I was mystified and intrigued…and beyond baffled.
Having missed the introduction, the lecturer brought us to attention. I blinked my eyes to adjust to the dimming of the theatre lights.
As the room darkened, I had an urge to test this extraordinarily strange body contact experience and to see if it happened again. Yes, conduct my own little science experiment. How was I going to do this subtly? Dave was going to be my control specimen. I leaned over toward him and rested my arm against his. Skin on skin.
I waited a split second or two. Daring not to breath.
But…nothing happened.
It was just Dave.
I straightened back into my chair and smiled to myself. I then casually leaned over in Cameron’s direction to see what he was typing on his iPad. My arm rested against his. He inhaled deeply and at the same time my blood started to swirl like the ocean in a wild storm and my heart pounded like a runaway racehorse. The hairs on my arm stood on end. He stared at me, his penetrating metallic-blue eyes shimmering in the dim lighting. My mouth gaped open. I couldn’t move and simply forgot how to breathe.
He closed his eyes. “Are you okay? Did you want something?”
I stuttered, but finally managed to form some words. “Um, no, I’m all good.”
Yes, I’d finally come up for air. I flopped back in my chair and could feel his eyes linger on me as I tried to understand what had just happened. This was not normal. Exhilarating, intense, but not normal. I was being stupid or out of my mind. Was I having an allergic reaction to the lotion or soap he used? Surely there had to be a logical and realistic explanation?
Whatever it was, I wanted and needed it to stop. It was way too much of a distraction.
Published in 2015 with Momentum Books (Pan MacMillan), Tania Joyce is an Australian author of erotic, contemporary and new adult romance novels. Her stories thread romance, drama and passion into beautiful locations ranging from the dazzling lights of Sydney Harbour or the glitter of New York, to the rural countryside of the Hunter Valley or Darling Downs.
She’s widely traveled, has a diverse background in the corporate world and has a love for shopping, shoes and shiraz. She’s rarely seen without glitter, sparkle and stilettos.
Tania draws on her real-life experiences and combines them with her very vivid imagination to form the foundation of her novels. She likes to write about strong-minded, career-oriented heroes and heroines that go through drama-filled hell, have steamy encounters and risk everything as they endeavor to find their happy-ever-after.
Tania shuffles the hours in her day between part-time work, family life and writing. One day she hopes to find balance.
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My Review:
I have read the earlier two books by the author, and I have always praised the plot, which many a times is amiss in the genre otherwise. This book didn't disappoint either. In fact, this one surpassed in terms of the quality of the plot, with an entirely different setting.
This time the story is set in the lives of graduating seniors. College can be heard, and falling in love while at it, just complicates the equation more. To add to the spice, both our protagonists are running from their past relationships, and are poles apart. She is on a scholarship, which means she needs to maintain her grades and conduct. He is the heir to a large family fortune.
This time the story is set in the lives of graduating seniors. College can be heard, and falling in love while at it, just complicates the equation more. To add to the spice, both our protagonists are running from their past relationships, and are poles apart. She is on a scholarship, which means she needs to maintain her grades and conduct. He is the heir to a large family fortune.
Her parents are skeptical, his parents are liberal.
There's all the drama that one can imagine, but this book still reads fast, and albeit predictable at certain places, it doesn't let the fun in the plot fade away.
This has to be one of the most raw, realistic book written in the genre.
There's all the drama that one can imagine, but this book still reads fast, and albeit predictable at certain places, it doesn't let the fun in the plot fade away.
This has to be one of the most raw, realistic book written in the genre.
