Ah, New Adult. I’m such a sucker for this genre right now. I love the age it explores, the chances it takes, the new and unexpected ways we’re discovering characters and stories. That’s probably why I switched gears into New Adult for my second novel. That being said, I’m all about promoting New Adult authors and helping this genre up off the ground, and today is the release day for SE Edwards “Change of Heart!”
through nineteen years of life. It’s what I do every single day–no matter how
badly the odds are stacked against me.
guiding words. I never knew either of my parents. I have no family and no home.
The only person I could ever rely on was myself. In this cruel world, that’s
about as much as I can ask for.
to me about love. I stopped believing in it the day my first boyfriend ripped
out my heart three years ago.
last thing on my mind when I leave a packed college bar with a captivating
stranger. Yet everything changes when I’m awakened in the middle of the night
by a pounding at the door. Suddenly, an arrangement meant for just one night
threatens to become something much deeper.
tangled in a dangerous world unlike anything I can believe. The man I met has
secrets swirling around him like a dark cape. I’m about to become his biggest
I’m Scarlett Edwards. I’m a full-time student (2nd year, undergrad) and part-time writer. I hope to switch those around soon! I’m kind of old-fashioned. I write all my stories using paper and ink. At the end of the day, I transcribe them on my laptop. It takes a bit longer, but writing in my notebook really focuses my thoughts.
I love vintage photograhy. I have an old-school film camera that was y mom’s from before I was born. I use it to take pictures almost every day.
Yours to Savor is the first book I worked on. It went through six drafts and took me ten months to complete. In the two months since getting it done, I finished two drafts of brand new stories. I’m getting faster!
I love hearing from my readers. I love getting feedback on my books. I’m just getting started, and plan on doing this writing gig for a long, long time.
I take inspiration from all the indie Romance authors. Addison Moore, Samantha Young, Colleen Hoover, Jessica Sorensen, and everyone else… you girls rock!
for a second to hit the button. The light doesn’t come on.
entered. I grab his hand and pull him after me with no hesitation. I start up
the cement stairwell, determined to get to his room as fast as possible.
warning his hands wrap around my waist, and I’m
being lifted up as easily as if I were a doll. He turns to the side and
presses my body against the wall, suspending me between him and the concrete.
his torso, locking my ankles together, and kiss him back with the passion
reserved for a lover after ten long years apart. I didn’t think it was
possible, but I’m getting even more turned on. Rich’s hands move down to grasp
the outside of my thighs, and I moan into his kiss as the muscles of my core
clench in sinful fashion. I want him so
wholly opposed to jumping him in public.
to fall, but one of his hands darts down to catch me just beneath the
knees. The other one cradles my
shoulders. Before I know it, I’m slung across his arms like a bride on her wedding night.
the best type of romantic.”
to a dimly-lit hallway. He carries me down the hall and stops in front of an
entrance on the right. He sets me down, then fishes around in his jeans for the
key. When the door creaks open, he sweeps a hand out in front of him. “Welcome
to my humble abode.”
the camp of people who believe that a person’s living arrangements can reveal a
lot about his personality. But, I don’t find much to work with here.
through the balcony window, shining down on the only piece of furniture
present: a queen size mattress lying on the floor of the living room. The red
brick walls are totally empty—no girly posters or other things I might expect
in a bachelor’s apartment. There are no lamps, no chairs, no couches.
small, old-school CRT TV camped in one corner of the studio apartment.
the room. It is filled with brown cardboard boxes. Lots and lots of boxes. “Did
you just move in or something?”
me around. I had no idea he’d come so close. He’d moved from the door to me
without making a sound. His fingers lock together against my lower back, and he
tugs me into him, pressing my belly to his waist. I feel his growing erection
right away, and a diabolical excitement builds inside me.
into my eyes as I’m left dangling off his arms. His irises are the color of sea
mist. I’m hypnotized by the deep intensity I see brewing just beneath the
surface. I have no doubt that that type of intensity is mirrored in my eyes.
his mouth to cover mine. This time, his kiss is sweet and gentle. Subtle and
caring. He explores my upper lip first, then traces the line going to the
corner of my mouth. His lips form a perfect mold over mine.
is the kiss reserved for a lover you haven’t seen in ten years.