Author: Denise Jaden
Genre: YA Contemporary (with romantic suspense elements)
Publication Date: May 18th, 2018
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She's not trustworthy.
Kass returns from touring with Eli’s band willing to do whatever it takes to repay the band for her mistakes, even if it means playing with the lines of legality. Soon enough it will all be over. Kass can repay the band and move back home, where she’ll stay at Eli’s side and finally push herself to open up to someone.
That is, as long as her illegal cohorts keep their end of the bargain and Eli doesn’t find out.
Pusher features dangerous secrets, complicated romance, and unforgettable characters. Perfect for fans of Kasie West and Jordan Ford. You’ll love the latest installment in Denise Jaden’s Living Out Loud Series.
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We have band practice this afternoon, our first official one since the guys have been back. I’m in no mood to socialize, but I figure playing will do me some good. And at least I can just head upstairs from Sebastian’s garage to sleep off this mood when we’re done.
“…every fucking time,” Steve is saying as I push through the door into Sebastian’s garage. I didn’t catch the first bit, but it’s enough to know he’s in a mood too. This should be a fantastic practice.
“Hey,” I say to no one in particular, keeping my eyes down and heading for my amp. It’s in a pile of equipment near the door, unloaded from the van, but obviously not put back into place yet. Steve’s drum kit is already set, but it’s noticeably empty looking in here without the cymbals. Might be why he’s in such a shitty mood.
“Dad got us a gig at Poncho’s on the twenty-ninth,” Sebastian says. Poncho’s is a local Mexican restaurant—not at all suited to our band. I’m not sure if he’s telling me, or all of us, but a second later I look up from hooking up my amp to see they’re all staring at me.
I can get into playing. I probably need to be playing. But playing for people right now? I’m not so sure about that.
“Can we take a breather for a bit?” I say, finally.
“Ptfh.” Steve throws his drumsticks in the general vicinity of his drums.
I honestly figured the guys would have a little more patience and compassion for me at a time like this. Jeff is sneering, looking just as pissed off. Sebastian sits behind our small soundboard, looking unfazed. Which is probably what makes me clue in. Sebastian hasn’t told them about my mom. They have no idea what I’ve been going through.
The thing is, I don’t think I have it in me to tell them now. I’d been so worried about losing them, so convinced that they were my family, but looking around at them now, I feel completely detached.
“Listen, I’m out,” I say. I back up from my amp and grab for my guitar. Obviously I’m not going to march up the stairs to Sebastian’s bedroom after making this statement, and so I avoid looking at all of their faces and head for the outside door. “Hope you can find a replacement before the twenty-ninth.”
It’s not sarcastic. I truly hope they can.