Bree Apollo is an average fifteen-year-old girl: she loves chocolate, baking cupcakes, and her neighbor, the hunky and all around popular seventeen-year-old Foster Quinn. Except Foster is clueless about her feelings for him, instead treating her like a kid sister and begging for her homemade desserts. As a fellow chocolate lover, he should be Bree's for the taking, if it weren't for his oh-so-perfect girlfriend.
After she overhears Foster making fun of her to his friends, she's devastated. And not even chocolate can take away the pain. She intends to wallow in grief for a boy that was never hers to begin with, but Austen, her eccentric new neighbor has other ideas.
The strange boy down the street always wears a black fedora, walks barefoot, and focuses all his energy on building a treehouse in his backyard. For some reason, he's elected Bree to help him. At first, she turns him down because he acts too awkward and takes everything she says literally. But after learning of his autism, she decides to help with his construction (forgiving him for not being a chocolate fan), even though she doesn't know a think about power tools.
As Bree and Austen grow closer, Foster notices Bree no longer worships the ground he walks on. He wants her to go back to that doting version of Bree, but Austen has become more important to her than she's ready to admit.
Austen may just be the one to help her move on from Foster.
Like two pieces of a puzzle, they fit together perfectly.
When Cassie Jones has to return to her home town to look after her sick nan she discovers that not everything is how she remembers it. How will Cassie cope with her family drama as her life delves into a fantasy world she never knew existed?
Snippet from Chapter 22. Contains smut, read with caution or read the book for more ;)
I don't make it to the door before I feel a hand on the back of my neck, dragging me back. Apollo spins me around to face him as he pushes me up against a wall, pressing his forehead to mine. His breathing it raged and he seems angry with me for teasing him until I feel his lips slam against mine. The action catches me off guard and his hand run all over my body as he parts my lips with his tongue forcing his way into my mouth. I melt against him as I wrap my arms around his neck, begging for more. His hands clasp onto my bottom, as he lifts me off the ground, wrapping my legs around his waist. Neither one of us breaks the kiss as he brings us to the bed, lowering me down to the mattress with him on top. With my legs wrapped around his waist I can feel his hard length rubbing up and down the outside of my underwear, finally making me realise what he meant before about them just getting in the way. I want to feel him. I want to have him inside me, filling me up. I grind my hips against him, trying to build some friction, needing a release after being denied before.
This book does contain sex, sexual violence and other adult themes. Please read with caution.