About the two separate covers!
“This is
not something I normally do! I don't think I've ever done this before with
having a different ebook cover than the paperback cover, but with Heather's
book, both images spoke to me. He was Channing and she was Heather. I felt both
needed their moment because this book is truly from both of them.
I hope
everyone comes to love both of these covers as much as I do.” -Tijan
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The Boy I Grew Up With
Author: Tijan
Release date: Oct 29, 2018
Blurb
I
have loved Channing Monroe all my life.
In
first grade, he asked for my Trapper Keeper.
I
hit him in the head with it.
Third
grade, we were best friends. We kissed in seventh grade.
Eighth
grade, he turned into a bad boy and the rest was a tumultuous storm.
Growing
up, the problem was never love for us.
Bad
times. Good times. There were times when I felt our love in every inch of my
body, vibrating, making me feel like it could bring me back to life.
The
problem was us.
The
problem is that we’re from two different worlds now.
Fallen
Crest and its millionaires for me. Roussou and their criminals for him. I was
thriving in mine and he was running his.
But…
But
there were nights I felt we couldn’t be further apart than we were, and there
were nights I felt we shared the same heartbeat.
When
was it time?
When
was it time to either sacrifice, make a change, or walk away from the boy I
grew up with?
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EXCERPT
“What are you doing here?”
His arms tightened a little around me, and his
hand rubbed over my leg. I was buck naked in his arms. I should’ve dressed, but
I didn’t have the energy.
His breath felt good on my neck as he answered.
“I was up with the guys. I missed you.”
Meaning: he’d either been fighting or drinking
with the group of guys he considered more family than family.
I lifted one of his hands to inspect the
knuckles, rubbing a thumb over them. “They don’t look bruised up.”
His body tensed, all six feet of pure muscle.
Channing had a face for the fashion runways, a
body of tattoos that could appear in any magazine, and an attitude that made
him a leader among the rowdiest and most criminally inclined. He was whip
smart, ruthless, cunning, cocky, and had a charming side that had started some
of our fights. He could be too charming at times, putting his name on a lot of
girls’ to-do lists. It’d been a problem for us since we were kids, and though
it’d gotten better over the last few years, I knew women came onto him
regularly.
But being transparent here, that wasn’t the
cause of our problems lately.
His voice was quiet. “I wasn’t fighting.”
I turned and tried to smell his breath. There
was a slight trace of bourbon, but that might’ve been mine. “You don’t seem
drunk either.”
He chuckled, his eyes studying every inch of my
face. He did this when he was trying to figure out where I was going with my
statements and if that’d take us into a fight. We acted like we were married
and in our sixties by now.
His thumb went to my mouth and pressed there,
softly. “I really was just hanging out with the guys. Cruz came over, said you
closed for him. I gambled, thought maybe you’d be up—or not.” That dimple
again. “I was hoping just to slide in next to you.”
I sighed, and his thumb caressed my cheek
before his hand returned to my leg. I moved back, resting in his arms again.
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