Just your average girl meets boy, girls loses boy, girl mets GOD story.
It was supposed to be Lexy Quinn’s year.
The hard-working wallflower has finally landed the coveted spot as Editor of her school’s newspaper. Then the rug is ripped out from under her when she finds out her mom is sick, and the family is moving half-way across the country to Preston Hills, Texas. Lexy can’t think of a worse place to be than at a school full of snobby rich kids where she’ll have to start all over to get people to notice her writing, or–who is she kidding?—notice her at all.
When the most swoon-worthy boy in town, who also happens to be the jock celebrity quarterback, gives her an exclusive interview, Lexy’s life takes an unexpected turn. Ash Preston is the perfect guy and, even better, he sees Lexy as she wants to be seen. But can she trust him?
PRODIGAL is a different kind of love story, where faith, romance, and God converge . . . and it just might change the way you look at your life.
Today, I’m going to share an excerpt from the book, Prodigal.
This is a contemporary romance for young adults, and I hope you’ll enjoy reading the excerpt.
Excerpt from Prodigal
By Rektok Ross
It was time to call it a night.
I dug through my clutch until I found my cell phone. This wouldn’t be the first time my mother had to pick me up early from a dance.
Just as I was to the exit, I crashed into something big and solid.
“Ouch!” I cried out, my phone dropping to the floor, mid-dial, as I failed to keep my balance.
There was a loud ripping sound and when I looked down, I realized I’d somehow managed to catch my skirt with the heel of my shoe. A large chunk of my dress was torn off!
Mortified, I did my best to tug the rest down as far as it could still go. I knew I looked like a complete mess, sprawled on the cold gymnasium floor, but I didn’t know how to get up and keep my clothing in place.
A small crowd started to gather around me but instead of helping, they just stared, and a few of the guys even started to laugh. I looked around for help, but Brian and the others were still dancing far away, oblivious.
Unable to hold back any longer, the hot tears started falling.
After what seemed like eternity, something warm and soft fell over my lower body.
I glanced down through blurry eyes. A man’s jacket covered me.
“Are you okay?”
I looked up into eyes so dark they were almost black.
It was the boy from earlier.
“Show’s over, everybody,” he said, his voice deep, commanding, as he waved away the crowd.
Immediately, the laughter stopped.
A pair of strong hands picked me up off the floor and steadied me. “Anything broken?” he asked. His eyes were all over me, moving up and down the length of my body. While he inspected, he continued to keep me fully covered with his tuxedo jacket.
I momentarily lost the ability to speak.
“Can you hear me?” His dark eyes narrowed, and though still compassionate, he sounded anxious. “I said are you okay?”
The blood began pounding in my temples. I knew my face was streaked with teary makeup and, even worse, I was acting like a mute idiot.
“I’m okay,” I finally managed to croak out.
“All right.” His grip loosened though he remained close, as if ready to catch me if I stumbled again or cover me up if the jacket slipped even an inch out of place. “Your phone.” He placed it gently into my palm. “Can I get you anything else?” he asked, lowering his voice to a quiet whisper. People were still watching us from a distance.
I shook my head no, but he still tried to hand me a little blue handkerchief from the pocket of his jacket.
“I said I’m okay.” I pushed his arm away.
Out of everyone there, why did it have to be this boy who found me a mess on the floor, with crap running all over my face? Not to mention the fact that I was wearing a dress that made me look like carnival food.
“Yes, you look totally okay to me,” he said, his voice thick with sarcasm. The soft silkiness of the handkerchief was on my face, wiping the tears off.
“I can handle it,” I said, yanking the handkerchief out of his hands to finish wiping my face myself. “But thanks,” I added, not wanting to sound completely ungrateful. It wasn’t his fault I was a klutzy mess; I didn’t need to be rude when he was just trying to help.
Without a mirror to check, I had no idea if I was making it better or only creating more of a mess. When I was done, the silk was covered in dirt and grime. I balled it up, trying to hide the stains, and kind of threw it back at him.
He caught it with an easy grace, an amused expression on his face, and our eyes locked.
That’s when I felt it; that odd sensation of falling, like when your stomach drops on the first big plunge of a roller coaster.
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