Are You Mine?
by N.K. Smith
Due to release August 7
(Cover Design by Regina Wamba @ MaeIDesign.com)
(Photography Poly Mendes www.polymendesphotography.
Human connection? Who needs it?
Ever since she can remember, wealthy but weary Saige Armstrong has felt different from her peers in Pechimu, New Jersey. With only one good friend to her name, she has navigated the complicated halls of high school and is now faced with the timeless question: Now what?
Fox Harrington, a fun-loving, socially charismatic graffiti artist uses his passions to color his world exactly how he wants it. He knows exactly where his life is headed. That is, until he meets Saige.
A summer project links the two together, making a tentative friendship bloom into romance, but despite their affection for each other, fundamental beliefs and ways of thinking threaten to destroy all they have built.
In this tender story of young love, N.K. Smith delivers a striking tale of two people standing on the precipice of adult life.
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About the Author:
Based in the American Midwest, N.K. Smith is a Technical Writer for a Fortune 100 company. The author of the Old Wounds Series, Ghosts of Our Pasts, and My Only, she is a mother of two who finds the time to write very early in the morning when the rest of the world is still fast asleep.
An avid lover of history, art, music, books, and people, she is interested in telling stories that speak to the human condition.
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Before she has the car in park on the curb, I jump out and go around to open her door.
“You are fun, Saige. And funny.”
“You know this whole door-opening thing? It’s—”
“Gentlemanly? I know.”
“I was going to say annoying, but we make our own realities, so whatever.” As we walk up the drive, I place a gentle hand against the small of her back and try to gage her reaction, but she gives me nothing to work with. On the porch, I hold the door open and make a sweeping gesture with my hand. “After you.”
“You really get off on this gentleman stuff, don’t you?”
I close the door behind me. “Not sure I’d say I get off on it, but I do enjoy being courteous. It’s not every day there’s a pretty girl to focus my attention on.”
These words make her blush, and her blush sets the little prickles of excitement loose over my body. Her blush means she liked the compliment. I pick my foot up to lead her out of the small cluttered foyer, but Saige’s quiet voice stops me. It’s not so much her voice, as it is her words. “Seems like you have a lot of pretty girls around, at least you did before graduating.”
“There’s a difference between pretty girls who are your friends and pretty girls who
might be more than that one day.”