Eversea: a love story
Natasha Boyd
Praise for Eversea
“You will get lost in the characters and their stories. This book is escapism at its very best. It is a beautiful coming of age story with lots of lovely romance mixed in.” ~ Laura, Bookish Treasures Blog and Founder, New Adult Book Club on Goodreads
“So if you’d like a book that’s full of vibrant characters, swoon (fracking hot) males that leave you hot under the collar, and just generally a book that leaves you wanting so much more, then pick this book up!” ~ Jess, Book Passion for Life Blog
"The passion in the book was realistic but completely heart stopping, butterflies in the tummy kind of intense." ~ Sarah, Goodreads
"I loved Eversea and recommend it. The characters are honest, the story was engaging, and I devoured it in a matter of hours. Now I wait. Patiently. Hopefully." ~ Ari, Bookzilla (Goodreads Librarian)
"...the cover of the book is absolutely beautiful! One of my favorites! While I didn't know the significance of it before, I love how it ties into the storyline." ~ Joanna, Goodreads
"I loved Jack Eversea! His character was a perfect mixture of "arrogant celebrity" and "they're just normal people". I really felt for him because you can see how hard the whole thing is on him - he's actually hating himself for being a cliche celebrity." ~ Ari, Bookzilla (Goodreads Librarian)
"The relationship between her and best friend, Jazz, was entertaining, funny, and honest." ~ Terilyn, Goodreads
"WOW! Amazing book. I literally read it in less than 24 hours, I could not put it down." ~ Tanya, Goodreads
"I loved the journey the two characters too me on, at points I laughed, at points I was screaming at the book and finding I had to comment on my reading progress, even if no one was going to see it, because I needed to get it out. " ~ Becky, Goodreads
"This is a brilliant book it is so well written, the flow of the story is engaging and the characters captivating." ~ Jennifer, Goodreads
"It wasn't what I would have predicted and I loved that!" ~ Sarez, Goodreads
"I love when a author includes a playlist and the one Natasha provided fits perfectly." ~ Jennifer, Goodreads
"a spectacular job in providing everything we love about a small town. It was easy to imagine the scenery and fall in love with the main characters. All I can say is, I want more Jack!" ~ Tanya, Goodreads
"The ending just blew me away, it was soo fresh and I am really looking forward to see how this story continues. Definite must read!" ~ Becky, Goodreads
“OH EM GEE. What the hell just happened to me??” … “… I love drama. And this book had it and I loved it … Can’t wait for book 2!” ~ Michelle, Goodreads
For Dorothy
Thank you for being my foundation.
O N E
You know you’re in the Lowcountry when the steering wheel in your old red pick up is slippery from humidity, the news on the radio is all about the projected path of the latest Atlantic hurricane and the road kill you narrowly miss smearing further is a five foot long alligator.
I shuddered as I passed the sludgy reptile remains and held my breath. Lifting my ponytail off my neck, I hoped the hot South Carolina breeze coming through the window would at least feel cool against my damp skin.
The upside of fall was the tourists had gone home. The downside was the county stopped spraying for mosquitos and no-see-ums, so the little fuckers got to gorge themselves in a type of ‘eat local’ frenzy. There was one inside the cab of the truck, and I tried very hard to ignore him as I went over the cross-island bridge. But, if he dared circle my bare ankles, I was going to have to pull over and hunt him down.
I checked the rearview mirror and started to change lanes, but a loud honking and growl of an engine made me swerve back. My insides lurched as a motorcycle emerged from my blind spot. I’d nearly side-swiped it. The driver pulled up alongside and looked over as I raised my hand in a gesture of apology.
His helmet had a dark visor so I couldn’t see in. After a few seconds he lifted a gloved hand in salute and took off ahead with a roar, his white shirt billowing out like a sail. California plates. Tourist. That figured.
I was late for my shift at the grill. Following the biker’s example, I floored it too, assuming any police officer would pull over the out-of-towner before me, or at least only give me a friendly warning. When you live in a small town, you either went to school or church with just about everybody. Not that I’d been in either for a while.
Making it home with minutes to spare, I dropped off my truck and hotfooted it to work.
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