The Fashion of Love | Adult F/M Romance [COMPLETE]

BONUS CHAPTER - Amazon Panic AU

Author's Note

In celebration of Amazon Prime Video's newest series Panic, I am thrilled to be teaming up with Amazon Prime Video and Wattpad to write this exclusive chapter that puts my characters from this story into the world of Panic!

I hope this chapter intrigues and inspires you to learn more about Panic. Visit the #PanicWritingContest on Wattpad for the chance to put your creative writing chops to the test and learn more about the show! 

To find out more about the contest, prizes, and how to enter, check out the #PanicWritingContest here: wattpad.com/AmazonPrimeVideo

Don't forget to watch the series premiere on May 28th, only on Amazon Prime Video, here: http://primevideo.com/

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The Fashion of Love - Panic Bonus Chapter 

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Panic had come back to Carp, Texas just as 17-year-old Sora Gallegos had for her senior year, and this year Sora intended to win.

It was minutes after nightfall in the dog days of Texas summer. The flies were buzzing as mosquitoes circled Sora, bitterly wishing she'd forgotten bug spray so they could bite. She paid them no mind. Her quarry was in sight. Half a mile out, the crown jewel of Spurlock's farm sprouted from the ground: a ranch-style farmhouse, three floors plus attic, a wraparound porch, and green-shuttered windows shouted wealth and prosperity in a Texas twang. The sprawling fields and contented livestock milling in nearby pastures spoke the rest.

Light spilled out from the second-floor windows like sunshine while every other was dark as a tar pit and about as forbidding.

Okay, she reminded herself, that's where I need to go. Nobody wanted to enter a dark room in a possibly booby-trapped house. Nobody without a plan anyway, and Sora always had a plan.

She skimmed the building plans she'd downloaded from the county clerk's website one more time before she shut off her phone screen. She didn't want anybody to see where she was headed, and she definitely didn't want them following her. She didn't like her chances left alone with a stranger in an unfamiliar house.

Three challenges in, Panic was nearly as cutthroat this year as it had been last year when two players died playing the game. The tires of her sister Hana's Range Rover had been slashed on her way to walk the Plan for challenge two. As always, it had been her suave knight in designer armor Ravi Misra to the rescue, there to ferry her to water towers and secure her continued participation in the game. Well, Sora didn't have a knight to rely on to help her out of a tight spot. She didn't even have many friends in the first place. She only had her books, her iPhone, and her wits. They would have to be enough. 

Keeping low to the ground as possible, Sora crept through the shadows abutting the long gravel driveway leading from the interstate through the Spurlock farmlands. Fall harvest was a long ways off and cash crops crowded the fields to above head-height, swishing toward the darkening sky as far as the eye could see, on either side of her. Giggling and cursing filled the air as other players navigated the maze of crops from the inside, getting instantly lost or deeply distracted by the deceptive promise of privacy. 

Sora donned cheap night vision goggles she'd bought with her birthday money and trotted onward. Stay away from the crops and the middle of the farm's private road. There, she was certain, lay booby traps. Nets, trip wires, sand pits, stuff Sora did not have time for if she wanted to get in, steal her evidence, and report it to the Diggins, the emcee, with time to spare.