Sixteen year-old Alexis Hartman wants nothing more than to smoke pot and play guitar. Getting high and escaping into her music seems the perfect solution when her world is shattered by her sister's death. But when she’s arrested for possession a second time, life couldn’t get any more complicated. Her mother's breakdown is the final straw that forces Lexi to spend the summer on the West Coast with her grandmother, Maddie. When Lexi steps over the line one too many times, she's certain her life is over and that she’s destined for juvenile detention—until Maddie decides that desperate measures are called for. A three week Mediterranean cruise—for seniors.
Eighteen year-old Ethan Kaswell, the poster child for good sons, is stranded on the cruise when his father, a famous heart surgeon, is called away. With his own life perfectly mapped out, Ethan finds Lexi’s unpredictability irresistible. Although he’s smart enough to see that there is no future in falling for a “vacation crush,” Lexi’s edgy dark side draws him like an anchor to the bottom of the sea. As the two embark on the journey of a lifetime, will Lexi mess this up too? Or will she finally learn to love someone—even when she has to let them go?
I grabbed what I could of his hair and pulled him close, finding his lips once more and attaching myself firmly as we fumbled to maneuver our hands around clothing and over each other’s flesh. We fell onto the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, fingers tugging at buttons and mouth’s fused together. The dull taste of alcohol reminded me that I should be thinking of something other than tearing Ethan’s clothes off, but my heart stampeded in my chest and every cell in my body screamed for connection. I’d never wanted to be part of someone else so badly. Thoughts crashed against the humming vibration in my body and the fuzzy barrier in my head. I couldn’t think of a shred of a reason why I should resist the opportunity to go all the way with the coolest, sweetest, cutest guy I’d ever known. Drunk or not, he was hot. And he was the only boy who had ever made me feel this way…like I was beautiful…like I mattered…like I was wanted.
I unbuttoned the last button of his shirt and my hands raked across his bare chest, the smooth warmth of his body against my palms setting my insides on fire. I came up for air long enough to see from his expression that the feeling was mutual. The blazing intensity in his eyes only fanned the flame hotter. But as I climbed on top of him, I only had a moment to enjoy the exciting new sensation before his hands grabbed, vicelike onto my arms. He pushed me back—a look of disgust taking over his face. My heart plummeted and dark emotions dowsed the flame like ice water.
Award winning author of young adult books, Massage Therapist, Personal Trainer, and Yogi, PJ Sharon has been called “a powerhouse of positivity and productivity.” Her mantra is “find balance in all things, and live every day to the fullest.” A black belt in the art of Shaolin Kempo Karate, avid kayaker, and singer of Italian art songs, PJ has two grown sons and lives with her brilliant engineer husband in the Berkshire Hills of Western MA where she writes YA…because every teen deserves a hopefully ever after.