Five coworkers.
Four drinks.
Three glances.
Two fleeting smiles.
One dare.
A dare that will change my life.
That’s all it takes to send me plummeting into the arms of the mysterious Holt Hamilton. Behind his crystal blue eyes is a secret, one that screams danger but calls to me anyway.
My name is Saige Phillips.
I never walk away from a dare.
Dare Me released in March 2016 and has had considerable sales on Amazon and iBooks. Ranking were top 50 for iBooks and top 100 for Amazon. Book has sold considerably well in Germany (in English).
“Right there. See it?” My father points to the perfectly aligned stars in the dark sky. “The Big Dipper,” he says quietly as not to disrupt the lightning bugs dancing around us in the humid evening air. We lie on our backs, taking it all in. The endless sky you can see for miles, the crisp summer air tingling at my nose, and the quiet. You can hear everything here on the farm. I’m beginning to get used to the silence. We moved back to Deer Creek, North Dakota, after my father lost every penny we had in an investment scheme. Everything he’d worked so hard to provide for our family was gone overnight—vanished into thin air at the hands of a so-called friend and mentor. Mom and Dad sold everything to pay off the debts he owed. We went from living a comfortable life, in an upper middle-class neighborhood of Chicago, back to my grandfather’s farm. This was where my mom grew up, and my uncle recently took over after my grandfather passed unexpectedly two months ago. To say life has been full of changes lately would be an understatement. I pretend not to notice because I’m only thirteen. I’m supposed to believe that my family wanted to move back here, to northeastern North Dakota, for a simpler way of life. Except I’m wise beyond my years and learned to smell bullshit from a mile away a long time ago. Murphy, the lab mix puppy that my dad gave me today for my birthday, sniffs the ground between Dad and me, and then settles into the cool grass at my feet. “Dad,” I whisper as I lace my fingers behind my head and focus on the Big Dipper he just pointed out. “Yeah, kiddo?” “Thanks for Murphy. He’s honestly the best gift I’ve ever gotten. You know I’ve been asking for a puppy for years.”
