Synopsis
***Readers Must Be 18+. Please Note That This Book Includes Explicit Sexual Content***
I'm no angel. I never was. But when Mama left us just short of my fourteenth birthday, any chance of me becoming angelic flew out the window.
My step-father, Jesse, had been the only 'father-figure' in my life from the time I was six years-old, but all that came to an end when Mama left. I was sent to live with my grandparents in another state; my half-sister, Scout, remained with Jesse, her daddy. And my world had crashed around me.
Fast-forward four years. I'm almost eighteen and a somewhat normal teenage girl who's curious about her sexuality, and determined to find someone like my Mama had - but hadn't appreciated. As luck would have it, my stepfather wants me to spend the summer going into my senior year in Arkansas with them. He needs me to take care of my little sister, Scout over the summer.
Four years have changed both Jesse and me in ways we hadn't considered. It isn't long before I encounter the obstacles involved in getting what it is I really want: Jesse Ryan.
Complications follow, and I learn more than I ever anticipated that summer, not only about myself and my sexuality, but also about being true to myself, and putting others that I love first.
ADULT CONTENT. SEXUALLY EXPLICIT
My step-father, Jesse, had been the only 'father-figure' in my life from the time I was six years-old, but all that came to an end when Mama left. I was sent to live with my grandparents in another state; my half-sister, Scout, remained with Jesse, her daddy. And my world had crashed around me.
Fast-forward four years. I'm almost eighteen and a somewhat normal teenage girl who's curious about her sexuality, and determined to find someone like my Mama had - but hadn't appreciated. As luck would have it, my stepfather wants me to spend the summer going into my senior year in Arkansas with them. He needs me to take care of my little sister, Scout over the summer.
Four years have changed both Jesse and me in ways we hadn't considered. It isn't long before I encounter the obstacles involved in getting what it is I really want: Jesse Ryan.
Complications follow, and I learn more than I ever anticipated that summer, not only about myself and my sexuality, but also about being true to myself, and putting others that I love first.
ADULT CONTENT. SEXUALLY EXPLICIT
Review
Oh how I love these books for over the age of 18 and with this content, I spent almost the whole book with my mouth open in shock...but a strange type of shock. I kept my opinions open and since everyone was of legal age...it didn't piss me off the way I thought it would.
It shocked and at first had me shaking my head but it could be true and that's what had me turning page after page.
Excerpt
Oh how I love these books for over the age of 18 and with this content, I spent almost the whole book with my mouth open in shock...but a strange type of shock. I kept my opinions open and since everyone was of legal age...it didn't piss me off the way I thought it would.
It shocked and at first had me shaking my head but it could be true and that's what had me turning page after page.
Excerpt
"You might’ve turned eighteen, but I’m still
the adult here. If I wanna sit in my own house and get fucking hammered for
once, then by God I will do just that! I don’t need a teenager watching over
me. She’s my wife, goddamit!
the adult here. If I wanna sit in my own house and get fucking hammered for
once, then by God I will do just that! I don’t need a teenager watching over
me. She’s my wife, goddamit!
“And she’s my mother!” I scream. “And she
fucking left the both of us! Remember?”
fucking left the both of us! Remember?”
“Hell yes I remember.”
“So that’s it? What? I mean are you gonna go
through the rest of your life holding onto something—to someone—whether she’s
dead or alive, that makes you feel the way you feel right this damn minute?”
through the rest of your life holding onto something—to someone—whether she’s
dead or alive, that makes you feel the way you feel right this damn minute?”
I look into his eyes because I want to hear it from
him. I want to know why he feels the need to punish himself for what she
did.
him. I want to know why he feels the need to punish himself for what she
did.
He takes another sip of his beer, and shrugs.
“Shit, maybe so. Maybe it’s what I deserve for not being enough, and not
letting her be enough for herself.”
“Shit, maybe so. Maybe it’s what I deserve for not being enough, and not
letting her be enough for herself.”
I have no clue as to what he means by that. I
simply throw out a retort for good measure. “That’s weak,” I mumble. “Pathetic
and weak.”
simply throw out a retort for good measure. “That’s weak,” I mumble. “Pathetic
and weak.”
I start to get off the couch so that I can get away
from his drunken ass. I can take almost anything except self-pity or
self-loathing. I’ve no tolerance for it.
from his drunken ass. I can take almost anything except self-pity or
self-loathing. I’ve no tolerance for it.
His hand clamps around my wrist and I’m jerked back
around to face him as he stands, pulling me up against him roughly. “What did
you say?” he growls.
around to face him as he stands, pulling me up against him roughly. “What did
you say?” he growls.
“I-I think you’re acting weak,” I mumble, losing a
bit of my courage.
bit of my courage.
He cocks a brow as he studies me intently. “What
would you know about love—or life or any of it?”
would you know about love—or life or any of it?”
“Maybe more than you think,” I reply softly,
looking up at his beautiful, angry face, meeting his cool gaze with one of my
own. Our conflicted eyes lock, and when they do, something passes between us;
like a spark or something, and all I can think is that it’s about damn time.
looking up at his beautiful, angry face, meeting his cool gaze with one of my
own. Our conflicted eyes lock, and when they do, something passes between us;
like a spark or something, and all I can think is that it’s about damn time.
He pulls me closer. I wrap my arms around his
strong neck, and tilt my face back a bit to give him ample access because this
will happen. I’ve decided that.
strong neck, and tilt my face back a bit to give him ample access because this
will happen. I’ve decided that.
He captures my mouth with his roughly—almost
savagely, but I don’t care. “Fuck you look so much like her,” he growls,
“I need to see if you taste like her too.”
savagely, but I don’t care. “Fuck you look so much like her,” he growls,
“I need to see if you taste like her too.”
“Do it,” I dare.
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About the Author
Graysen Blue is a 27 year-old, stay-at-home mom who has previously self-published children's books under a different pen name. "Sins of September" is Graysen's debut novel in the New Adult fiction genre.
Born in the U.K., Graysen attended Princeton University, and holds a B.S. in Economics. She is married and makes her home with her husband, Michael, and their daughter, Scout, on the west coast.
Please visit Graysen on her FB page: https://www.facebook.com/GraysenBlueAuthor
Born in the U.K., Graysen attended Princeton University, and holds a B.S. in Economics. She is married and makes her home with her husband, Michael, and their daughter, Scout, on the west coast.
Please visit Graysen on her FB page: https://www.facebook.com/GraysenBlueAuthor
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Uhh - where's the synopsis?
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