Smut factor: 🔥
Author: Mary Catherine Gebhard
Genre: New Adult Romance
I’m a newbie to Mary Catherine Gebhard and after reading the blurb for Skater Boy, I knew I had to give it a try. New Adult romance isn’t typically my thing, but I like going outside of the box from time to time.
What I found was that Skater Boy wasn’t your average NA romance. Instead, I launched into a world of misfits thrown together by circumstance in their youth and find themselves reunited. Of course, there is a boy/girl attraction that is the center of the story, but when the heroine is a loner skater girl, you know it’s not going to be like anything you’ve read before.
Skater Boy is all Avril Levine meets The Outsiders with a don’t give a !@#$ attitude.
Title: Skater Boy
Series: Patchwork House #1
Author: Mary Catherine Gebhard
Genre: Young Adult/Sport Romance
Release Date: April 25, 2019
Misfits. Bad boys who rule the streets. Everyone’s welcome at the worst kept
secret in town, just as long as you don’t mind getting your reputation—and your
heart—a little dirty.
House is a boy’s club—a mean boy’s club. They made an exception for Tweetie
once, and they’re going to make another, because she’s coming home. After two
years away and one too many broken hearts, Tweetie swore off skaters—but she
never expected Flip.
the most famous skater in the world until he traded his place at Patchwork with
the little girl whose life he ruined. Now Tweetie’s all grown up, and one
chance encounter brings them together. He knows the right thing to do is
disappear before things get ugly, but he never was very good at being good.
and so is he—all bets are off. Nothing will stop this bad boy from finally
getting his lost girl. They’re written in the stars, and it’s time she knows
lesson Flip taught Tweetie was how to fall.
It was also
the last thing she remembered when they met again, because she didn’t just fall
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“I’m so bad for you. If I was a good guy, I’d stop. I’d let
you be happy.”
I didn’t understand any of what he was saying, but the pain
I felt. Deep. In his rocky, strangled voice and his desperate, cracking eyes.
“Whatever it is I’ll understand. If you did something…if
something happened…I’ll understand.”
Tell me. Please.
Let me in.
His stare dug into me, and again I was certain he was
searching for something. I desperately wanted him to find it.
He exhaled, resigned.
“I’m not a good guy. I’m the fucking worst.” He captured my
face in his palms, grip sure and almost painful in its desperation. The way he
looked at me, I was sure he would kiss me. The way I felt, I was certain I
would let him.
But then, with slow and almost agonizing determination, his
lips came to my forehead.
I was frozen. Mute. Struck dumb. Everything stopped working
all I knew was his lips on my skin. Soft and so tender, a complete contrast to
his grip digging into my skull.
He pulled back, pressed his forehead to mine, and looked at
me from beneath hooded lids.
“I’m going to put the awe back in your eyes,” he said, and
my breath caught. “You looked at me like I was a god once, and you’ll do it
Catherine Gebhard bites off more than she can chew. She’s lived in Salt Lake
City, Utah her entire life, but occasionally goes on vacation from reality.
Don’t worry, she sends postcards.