The Opposite of Nothing by Shari Slade
Publication date: March 31st 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
Callie Evans would rather hide out in her DJ sound booth than face the fact that she’s in love with her best friend, notorious campus hottie Tayber King.
Tayber turns hooking up into an art form–no drama, no commitment, no lies, and nobody gets hurt. Nobody but Callie, that is. When she sees an opportunity to explore his sexier side using a fake online profile, she grabs it. Now her uninhibited alter-ego ‘Sasha’ is steaming up the screen, and Callie is breaking all of Tayber’s rules.
As Callie and Tayber get closer, online and off, she knows she has to confess. And risk losing him forever.
**For mature readers, contains strong language and adult situations.**
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20639781-the-opposite-of-nothing?ac=1
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EXCERPT:
She changed into a tank top and
threadbare shorts before slipping into her desk chair. I’ll just check my
school email, ten minutes tops. She was lying to herself, bargaining with
the devil. I will not open his profile. I will not send him a message.
Making that fake profile for herself last month had seemed like such a good
idea at two o’clock in the morning, after a few beers with Jessa and a few
agonizing hours of watching Tayber hook up with some random girl at The Brick.
She just wanted to know what she was missing. In graphic detail. Sasha
let her find out. Except it had only made her wanting worse, and it was such a
wrong thing to do. So she’d stopped. At least a dozen times.
But nothing stopped him from
messaging her. There it was, blinking away. She should ignore it. Delete,
delete, delete. It wasn’t even for her. Not really. It was for Sasha. And she’d
sworn she’d never be Sasha again.
Tay: Hey
How could three tiny letters be so
suggestive? She could hear him in her head. He’d say it kind of soft, but
forceful, like the whole universe of his carnal experience could be contained
in one word. She pictured him hunched over his laptop, shaggy hair eclipsing
his face, shirtless, bare feet hanging off the end of his extra-long bed.
She had to answer. She wanted him
any way she could have him.
Sasha: Hey yourself.
Tay: Why am I always happy to see
you?
Sasha: Because I’m awesome like
that?
Tay: You are. I’m looking at your
picture right now. So beautiful.
Not me. She’d sent him a
picture of her cousin, on spring break in Cabo three years ago, filling out her
bikini and pulling a duck face for the camera.
Sasha: Not really
Tay: Inside and out
Sasha: Laying it on thick tonight?
Tay: I can’t stop thinking about
you.
It was torture. The ninth level of
Hell. Everything she’d ever wanted him to say was there on the screen, except
it wasn’t really for her.
Tay: I wish I could touch you.
And she was burning, flaming. If
he were saying these things in person, she’d disintegrate. She tugged on her
tank top, pulling the thin cotton away from her itchy skin.
Tay: Is that okay?
She was practically molting,
slipping right out of her skin on the spot. This disastrous attraction might
kill her. She squeezed her thighs together and shifted in her seat.
Sasha: I want to touch you too.
Tay: Skype?
Sasha: Can’t, still no webcam.
Shit. This was going
to be the end of it, again. Who didn’t have a webcam? She held her breath,
waiting for the little indicator to flash that he was answering. A full minute.
He was probably frustrated, pulling that mop of hair out of his face now,
tugging it into a tiny ponytail. A minute and a half. He’d lost interest. Any
second now his light would go out.
Tay: Too bad
She exhaled, a rush of relief that
left her giddy.
Sasha: Sorry
Tay: Don’t you want to see me?
Sasha: More than anything
Tay: I want to see my hands on
you.
Was he touching himself now? She
traced a figure eight over the soft skin below her navel, chasing the flutter
building there. She’d never be able to tell him the truth, and this was never
going to be enough.
Sasha: You’re touching me now
Tay: Where?
Sasha: My belly
Tay: Lower. I’m touching you
lower. I’ve got my fingers between your legs and you’re so wet for me.
FROM CALLIE'S
PLAYLISTS
A
sad-sappy playlist made for sitting alone in her apartment eating Oreos and
contemplating the disaster that is her life.
Awful Mess
– The Softies
Keep
Yourself Warm – Frightened Rabbit
Breathe Me – Sia
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AUTHOR BIO:
Shari Slade is a snarky optimist. A would-be academic with big dreams and very little means. When she isn't toiling away in the non-profit sector, she's writing gritty stories about identity and people who make terrible choices in the name of love (or lust). Somehow, it all works out in the end. If she had a patronus it would be a platypus.
Frequently found in a blanket fort, you can also find her contributing at Wonkomance, on Twitter, Facebook, or tumblr. For new release updates, sign up for the newsletter.
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