Footprints in the Sand by Michelle Horst

Release Date: June 15th, 2015

He is all I think and dream about. My teenage heart beats only for him. Until he becomes part of my worst nightmare... Now, I avoid him. I ban every thought of him.

(This is a stand alone novel. It is written from both Lacey and Seth's point of view.) WARNING: This book has violence, sexual scenes and language in it. It is recommended for 18+ only. If you suffer from any triggers, do not read this book.

I wave at the girls standing by the counter and walk to the door. I glance in Seth’s direction and with a sinking stomach I see he’s left already. I missed him! I so badly wanted one last glance to fill my dreams with tonight. Hayden’s eyes land hard on me and he gets up from the table. He stalks in my direction and I quickly push the door open and run. My heart starts to pound as the door dings behind me, indicating that someone just opened it. “Wait up, bitch! I’m not done with you yet,” Hayden growls behind me. I glance over my shoulder and when I see how close he is, I let out a small shriek. I run into something solid and would’ve fallen if a pair of hands didn’t take hold of my arms. My fingers dig into the material in front of me and an earthy scent surrounds me. I look up and am shocked to see who I ran into. Seth glares over my head at Hayden. I’ve never seen him look angry before. My mouth dries right up and my body tenses. The realization hits hard – I’m inches from Seth! I’m touching Seth. I’m touching the very chest I was wondering about earlier. He’s rock hard, just like I thought he’d be. Seth is touching me! Oh, my gosh! I’m freaking touching Seth! I’m still struck with stunned wonder when Seth growls, “I told you to leave her be!” My head whips around and I see Hayden is just as stunned as me that Seth is once again standing up for me. “She’s just a girl! I can’t believe you keep defending her. I see how it is,” Hayden snaps, clearly upset that he can’t get his revenge with me. He turns around and stalks back to the diner, not saying another word. Warm fingers brush my cheek, and I feel the tingle deep in my belly. Seth takes hold of my chin and lifts my face until our eyes meet. His eyes look black in the dark, but I know they’re blue. Looking into his eyes is like finding my own personal heaven. I realize my fingers are still tightly bunched in his shirt and I let go quickly. I drop my hands lamely to my sides and swallow hard. I’ve dreamt about this moment for so many nights and now that it’s here, I don’t know what to do. And I smell like diner food! That sucks. “You okay?” Seth asks and I can only nod. I swallow again and I swear I can hear the lump go down my throat. Scared that he’ll feel me swallowing, I gently pull my face from his grip. “Thank you,” I whisper, a cloud of embarrassment settling over me. I must look like such a wuss. Twice in one day I’ve run away from a fight, and Seth was there to witness both times.

Michelle Horst is thirty seven years old and is from the land of milk and honey. She's been in love with reading from an early age. She has a passion for other cultures, but she has an ultimate soft spot for nature and animals. She first tried her hand at writing in early 2009 and as the first words started to form into a book, she knew she was hooked. Dreams spilled onto pages, and that was the beginning of a wonderful journey. One filled with joy. One filled with passion and heart stopping moments. But most of all, it's filled with such pride and peace as a story comes to life, and characters fill your life, living in the very walls of your mind, living in the minds of your readers. There is nothing as satisfying as that. Thank you for each and every story you share with me. Sunshine Smiles from around the world and back,Michelle ;).

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