Waiting on Wednesday #2: Broken and Screwed 2 by Tijan


"Waiting On" Wednesday is a weekly event, hosted by Breaking the Spine, that spotlights upcoming releases that we're eagerly anticipating.

Broken an Screwed 2 by Tijan. I'm having trouble to breathe over here! I love Tijan, I've given every one of her books a five star rating. I am clapping my hands and bouncing around on the couch because I really don't know what to with myself. I'm SO excited!

Release date:
 August 30th, 2013

There is none and I don't need one! But I guess it would be kinda unfair to promote a book I can say absolutely nothing about other than I'M GONNA LOVE IT.

Since she hasn't posted any tesers that I can find I'll just give you a synopsis and excerpt from book 1 instead. Buy it and read it and I can assure you that you'll dive right into the second book.

Synonpsis BS 1:
Alexandra's older brother died the night he graduated. That day changed everything for her. No longer was she the party girl. No longer did she care about being popular and no longer was her family the happy unit she always thought existed. The only person who could help her heal is the same person who loved her brother as much as she did, his best friend. She only hopes to keep her entire heart from breaking when Jesse will move on, and she knows he will. 

After Ethan died, Jesse excelled at basketball, partying, and girls. He used it all to turn his emotions off, but the irony was that Alex was the only person who could do that for him. She helped him forget, but she was the one person he shouldn't be with because the secrets he knows could shatter everything. They could shatter her.

Excerpt BS 1:
What are you doing here?" he asked in a low voice. He had no emotion, as always. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. " Angie wanted to watch Justin. I came for support." His jaw clenced, he rubbed a hand over his chin. Everything in me was chaos, but I rasped out, "I didn't know you were on the team."
"Why would that matter?"
My eyes jerked to his and I saw the question was real. I couldn't stop a snort in disbelief. "Are you kidding? You hate me."
"Oh." Then he looked away.
My nerves were stretched to the max as I waited for him to talk. I needed something, anything. I wanted to hear that he didn't hate me, but after another minute of silence I knew it wasn't coming. My gut had been right.
When he turned back, his eyes werepiercing. A dark emotion was there, but he held it back. "Come over tonight."


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