Friday, November 15, 2013



Win an ebook copy of "Patch Up"

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Stephanie Witter

Ten things about Stephanie:

1) I read my Harry Potter's books so many times that it ruined them. I had to duct tape them but the pages are not well put together anymore. One day I should buy new copies.

2) Until I was fourteen, I wanted to be a paleontologist. It might be because I saw Jurassic Park when I was a kid. I was able to tell you which dinosaurs were living at which era. It was quite freaky, really.

3) I write Romance novels but I'm not the romantic kind of girl in real life. Not at all. There might be something to dig there in my weird brain.

4) I have a black humor I unleash only when I'm with people I'm close, otherwise I may be seen as a heartless girl. Or just plain crazy. But I'm telling you right away, I have a heart and it's beating just fine.

5) When I was a little kid - way too young to watch it - I had a child crush on Noah Wyle playing Dr. Carter in the TV show ER. And when I say that I was too young... I'm born in 1989! I'm lucky that my mother explained to me the difference between fiction and reality and let me watch almost everything. And guess what I'm watching these days then? Falling Skies because he is in this show too. Yes, I am hopeless.

6) In the same idea, I had an obsession. For some years during my teenage days, I watched horror movies. When I watched The Exorcist for the first time - the old version - I laughed my ass off while my friends were freaking out. Never watch a horror movie with me or you will have a laughing idiot next to you during the whole thing.

7) I am afraid of planes. I don't trust at all these flying machines. We don't have wings so we should stick to the ground and rock it. Last time I took a plane - a three hour flight - I had my fingers digging in the seat in front of me. My body ached for days afterward, just because I was expecting the plane to crash. Like me hugging the seat in front of me would have saved me.

8) I'm a dog person. Cuddling with a dog is just so sweet when you're not feeling good.

9) I'm an only child. I'm not sure, but I think it's one of the reasons why I'm always in my bubble, making up stories in my head. I can't tell you how many times I hit my head in stuffs, which may explain why I have so many quirks. Kidding. Sort of.

10) My very first and most important passion is writing. You would never believe how many stories are in my head, waiting to be written. It's almost scary the mess in there. There will be some passionate love, some sweet love, some destructive love, forbidden love, impossible love, funny love, etc. If you are still here to read them, I'll be busy for a while!


Patch Up

Skye followed her long time boyfriend to Seattle for their first year of college, but he dumped her after only a week. The relationship brought only pain and destruction in Skye's life, and yet, she can't bring herself to open up and live her life.

"What if I am already broken into pieces?"

She hates to be touched, hiding under her oversized shirts and behind her wild frizzy hair. Even her bubbly roommate can't reach her. And yet ...

"I'm the guy who knows how you can hurt so much that your insides feel like they're cut and bleeding."

The tall, handsome, and tattooed TA in her psychology class changes everything when he literally collides with her and confronts her. For the first time in a long time, she wants to try and open up to this guy whose dark, intense eyes can't hide his own pain despite his dazzling smile getting to her.

However, just when she's starting to live again, her ex-boyfriend comes back, breaking her time and time again, making it all the more complicated.

She wants to fight for herself and for this building thing with the TA, even when he pushes her away, but can two broken people patch each other up?

"I never thought colliding with someone could change lives, but it is possible."

* Due to some shocking scenes, this novel is for readers of 18 and up.



He cups my cheek in his hand and dries the tears that begin to fall quietly. The contact of his skin sends a shiver against mine but it’s almost lost among the shaking I’m still experiencing.  “Not everything is his fault, Duke. I’m the one who can’t help but cry when I talk about him. I’m the one barely able to acknowledge what happened. I’m the one who hates to see the look on people’s faces change when they know about it. I’m responsible, too.” 

My voice is getting stronger, louder. My eyes don’t leave his.  His hand on my cheek glides behind my head, into my wild hair, and onto the nape of my neck. 

“I know that, but you’re in this situation because of him. You’re dealing with it at your own speed and I don’t think you realize how amazingly well you’re doing. You’re brave and strong. You no longer just listen to your fears. You’re fighting, and it’s incredible to see.” 
I chuckle bitterly, but stop when he leans into me, his breath brushing my face delicately, the light breeze around us disappears. His lips come closer to me and I don’t know what to do or what to think. I’m not really able to think, in fact. My breath staggers, my hands clench against my body and my tears don’t fall anymore. My eyes stay focused on his welldefined lips, he just moistened slightly and he kisses ... my forehead. He’s kissing my forehead. 

I got all worked up because he was leaning down to kiss my forehead to comfort me. I’m being ridiculous imagining things like his eyes darkening with desire when it’s probably concern and the remnants of anger toward Sean. I’m such an idiot!

"You’re much more than you give yourself credit for.” He inhales me in and I shiver violently. He squeezes my shoulder with his free hand and I think he knows it’s not from my revelation to his family but due to his closeness. “You mean more to me than you think,” he adds lower, almost in a whisper close to my ear. 

His breath travels down my exposed neck and along my cleavage. I shiver again and this time his breathing catches. It’s not my imagination I’m sure.  His grip on my shoulder tightens. His other hand behind my head caresses me softly and I sigh. 

“Touch me, Skye.” His voice is rough, almost sounding like a groan.  My arms seem to weigh a ton. Or maybe it’s because I’m feeling numb and yet so extremely aware of Duke against me, his body a breath away from mine. Slowly, I bring my arms up and put my palms against his chest. I can feel his heart beating strongly under my hand and my eyes stay there, amazed that I’m not the only one affected. I don’t move my hands; they remain on the soft fabric of his navy blue hoodie.  He releases a deep breath and leans against me, his body flush against mine, only separated by our clothes and my hands. He hangs his head down and puts his chin against the crook of my neck and inhales me in again. His hand on my shoulder travels down slowly, maddeningly slowly to the small of my back, his fingers splayed there.  Without even realizing what I’m doing, I move my hands and hug him closer to me, feeling his hard chest against my body. My hands are splayed on his broad back; I can’t bring myself to tighten my grip on him, but it’s still more daring than I thought I could do. He’s more compelling to me than the issues that are still trying to pull me down.  He brings his head back up, towering over me with all his height, not releasing me from his embrace. His hands are still on my lower back and on my neck. I’m trapped between him and his car, but I’m not intimidated. I’m ... I think I’m turned on! At the thought, my eyes fall on his slightly parted lips. 

“Don’t look at me like that, Skye,” he growls, his hand on my lower back, forcing me even closer to him. I didn’t know it was possible, but now that I feel the buckle of his belt against my stomach and the definition of his muscles, I know I was wrong.  

“Like what?” My voice is husky, more so than usual. My desire is so audible that it makes me blush. His frown deepens and he bites his lower lip. Hard. God, what are we doing? 

“Shit. Your voice is so sexy,” he whispers, his eyes falling on my mouth. He leans down, and this time I’m sure I’m not imagining his intensions. His head is coming toward my face slowly, building the excitement and eagerness in me. He’s a real tease and I’m not surprised. He’s used to this game with all the girls he’s had to try to forget Juliet.



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