A beautifully touching, sweet, sexy, and daring love story. We adore her for creating one of the most SWOONY heroes in Tiberius and a broken yet strong heroine in Tingly. Their struggles with life, love, race, and friendship is real and relevant with gripping FEELS. BRAVO Rachel, we can't wait for everyone to read this stunning love story.
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"It's a shame I didn't believe in super heroes. Tiberious could have been my own personal Superman."
My feet stopped, even though my brain told them to keep moving, and my head turned, even though I willed it not to, making my long hair swish all around my face. I bit my tongue, unable to stop the “Hi” that automatically dropped from my mouth.
It only took three long strides for Tiberius to catch up to me, and there he was, apparently freshly showered and wearing another pair of shorts and the same hoodie. The scent of deodorant and some woodsy shampoo wafted from him, making him smell so commonplace, like every other college guy leaving the dorms. Yet on him, it smelled just right. Perfect.
“We meet again,” he said.
“Yep,” was all I said, trying not to encourage conversation, but secretly willed him to keep talking.
He grabbed the door and swung it open, stepping to the side before tucking his head under his arm. With his hand high above his head, holding the door ajar, he looked back at me and said, “After you.”
I slipped past him, doing my best not to brush up against him. I should run in the other direction.
“You gonna take the elevator again?” Tiberius asked as the door banged behind us.
“Absolutely. My legs are toast,” I replied as I looked anywhere but at him.
“Cool, me too.” He followed carefully, slowing his gait to keep in stride with me. “You a runner?”
“Why do you ask?” I bit out, then smacked the elevator call button so hard that it didn’t even register my touch.
I stared dumbly at it for a second until Tiberius slid his hand across my arm and pushed his ridiculously long index finger against the button. Of course, as soon as he pressed the damn thing, it turned bright red.
“You said your legs were toast.”
“Yeah, I run. For Hafton, and for my sanity.” I held back a sigh at the realization that I’d just admitted another truth out loud to this total stranger. The worst part was, it felt good to be honest. I sort of liked it.
While we waited for the ding, he tried to make more small talk. “How was your day? I mean, your life? Better, I hope.”
“Oh, you know, it’s just dandy,” I whipped back, unsure why I was being such a raging bitch all of a sudden. I was an emotional yo-yo when it came to this freshman.
The doors chimed, then slid open. “Hmm. Dandy,” he repeated under his breath.
We were only enclosed in the steel box for two floors, but it felt like an eternity. His scent seemed overpowering all of a sudden. Masculine, and definitely not flowery. Or French.
I tried holding my breath, but I couldn’t. My lungs ached for a whiff of him.
He was handsome and strong, and his concern for me showed he had a protective side. Protection was something I knew nothing about, other than to stay away. Usually when someone said they wanted to protect you, it really meant they wanted to take something from you.
Just as the car came to a halt and the doors shuddered open, he spoke again. “Sorry, if I bugged you, T. I thought we could be friends or something. I’m new, the young guy on the b-ball team and all that.”
I had to take control. I’d said all of ten or twenty words to this guy, and he was ready to be BFFs or friends with benefits; I wasn’t sure which. I could feel the expectation or anticipation of something practically radiating from him.
Right outside the elevator, I leaned in close to Tiberius. Trying to ignore his über-masculinity filling my nostrils, I lifted my chin so I could make eye contact with the jolly giant.
“Listen, Tiberius, I appreciate the effort. I get that you’re new here and lonely, and all that crap. I was a freshman once, and believe me, I was lonely. So lonely that I fell for my professor and fucked his brains out for a whole year, and only stopped when I got caught red-handed doing the deed at the beginning of last year.”
His eyes grew wide…
Vérité Synopsis and Purchase Link
I ditched the vapid, soulless high-society life of Los Angeles for the promise of something more meaningful in rural Ohio. Accepting a track scholarship for college, I tried running my way to happiness, but instead I ended up sleeping with my French professor and falling head over heels for him.
When that relationship fell apart, so did I.
Barely hanging on by a thread and using the most absurd coping skills, I was determined to hide behind my past indiscretions. That was, until I met Tiberius Jones. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d learn the truth about love from a six-foot-five basketball player.
"Feel that, Rex? That's my heart beating for you. You can push and shove and run and whatever other stupid sh!t you want, but I'm coming for you."