idea to bring him over to meet everyone,” I say by way of explanation. She nods her head and ushers us inside, eyeing Connor out of the corner of her eye.
“My parents are out grocery shopping, but Liam’s in his room, I’ll be right back.”
We sit on the couch in her living room and for the first time ever, I feel awkward here in her house that’s always felt like a second home to me. I blame that on Connor.
Not long after, Myrah comes barreling down the stairs with Liam trailing behind her. I perk up when he comes into view. Butterflies immediately take flight the closer he gets, allowing me to get a good look at him. He’s dressed in one of those workout t-shirts that reveal his strong arms—my eyes riveted to the veins protruding in his hands and forearms—and a pair of black basketball shorts. His hair is in disarray, the tips slightly hanging into his iridescent eyes, but somehow it still looks good on him. It’s like the guy can make anything look good.
“Hey, sweet Bea,” he says when he sees me, and my heart flutters.
“Hi,” I whisper, grinning shyly.
Our relationship has become more comfortable, and friendly over the time he’s been here, and I couldn’t be happier. With all the changes and new things in my life, Liam is the best thing that has happened to me in a long time. Having him here, someone else to talk to besides Myrah, has helped me cope with the fact that I have a new stepfather and now, a strange, new stepbrother. Sometimes, I wish I could just hang out with Liam, by myself, but I know that would hurt Myrah’s feelings one way or another. So, we usually try to take advantage of alone time whenever Myrah is busy doing something.
Liam’s smile falters when he sees Connor standing beside me. The two of them don’t say a word, just stare at each other—almost like they’re in a silent stand-off. The tension in the air is so thick you can cut it with a knife. I have no idea what has caused the sudden shift in both their demeanors.
What the heck is going on?
I look to Myrah for answers, but she just shrugs her shoulders in clear confusion. Liam’s gaze falls back on me. Unnamed and unfamiliar emotions float in his eyes, but for the life of me, I don’t understand what he could be thinking.
“Liam, this is my stepbrother, Connor.” I turn from Liam to Connor. “Liam is Myrah’s cousin who will be staying here for a while.”
Both guys don’t bother shaking hands or acknowledging each other, other than a barely noticeable nod of their heads.
After the awkward introductions, we head out to the backyard, next to the pool, but things don’t get better. If anything, everything just gets worse. It’s still extremely awkward, and every conversation is forced, not like it usually is between the three of us. Myrah and I strip down to our bathing suits and jump in the cool, chlorinated water, ignoring the awkwardness of the boys.
As the summer afternoon drags on, I notice Liam becoming angrier, if the scowl on his face is any indication. I run after him when he suddenly shoots out of the lounge chair and storms into the house, slamming the patio door closed. When I follow after him, I find him pacing the living room with his hands curled into fists.
“Liam, what’s wrong?”
He whips around to face me, and his scowl deepens.
“I don’t fucking like him. The way he looks at you, Bea, it’s not right. I don’t like it. At all.”
I’m slightly taken aback by his tone and what he’s just said.
He notices it too?
I swallow thickly trying to figure out what to say. Placing my hands on his biceps, I gently squeeze, ignoring the paradox in my chest at the feel of his warm skin and the corded muscle beneath. For his sake, I force a reassuring smile on my face. I try to stay serious, ignoring the tingling sensation that sizzles through my body just from his proximity.
“Don’t worry, Liam. Everything will be fine.”
Always the famous last words.
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I’m sure most of you know this, but writing can be an incredibly intimidating job. It doesn’t get easier with each book. If anything, it only gets harder. And that was the case with Chasing the Moon for me. It was tough—I cried a lot, felt way too much, and second guessed myself. It was simply a passion project, a compilation of everything that is near and dear to my heart, all rolled into one, and I wasn’t sure how you, the readers, would take to that. I try to separate myself from most books I write, and this is the first time I’ve deviated from that unspoken rule. So, if you hate it, you hate me. (Totally kidding.)
I think this is the first book that I’ve truly written for myself out of pure enjoyment. If it isn’t obvious, I’ve always been obsessed with Greek Mythology and the moon. I have about four tattoos (and counting) simply dedicated to my love for the moon, and with this story, these characters, I really wanted to bring that to life. My love for the spiritual things. My love for the universe and the blanket of stars. And most of all, my love for the moon, and it’s many incredible phases.
There are so many people I want to thank for helping shape this story into what it is, without them, my tribe, I would be lost.
To my editing team, who is always there for me every step of the way. Paige Smith, your attention to detail is unmatched, and your encouragement means the world to me. Jenny Sims, my stories would be trash without you. Thank you for making time for me when I pop an email in your inbox at least once a month. My hope is that you’ll never tire of me. Rebecca Barney, you’re fantastically intelligent and the sweetest human I’ve ever met. Thank you for taking care of my stories and putting up with my stupidity.
Special thanks to my beta readers, CheleĢ Walker, Ratula Roy, Sonal Dutt, Aundi Marie, Sarah Plocher, Serena McDonald, Melissa Sagastume. You are the realest of the real. Thank you for telling me when my stories suck dick.
To my cover designer, Naj. You put up with my countless emails, so many of my rambles that make absolutely no sense at all, and you do it all with so much professionalism and grace. Thank you for making this cover so goddamn beautiful. It is the embodiment of Selene and Endymion. Regina Wamba, as always, your photography skills are INSANE! To my amazing formatter Stacey, you make the inside of all my books flawless. Never leave me, okay? Ever.
To my Selenites, my ARC Squad, and my Baddies, you’re all so amazing. Thank you for every shared post, and for your constant excitement. You put a smile on my face every single day. I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without you, so thank you!
To the countless bloggers who push my books so freaking hard! You make this writing gig worthwhile. I want you all to know that I appreciate every single one of you. I see you. You’re loved. So incredibly respected. Always.
To my family and friends, thank you for your constant stream of support. It feels good to have you all rooting for me.
Finally, to my readers, thank you for taking the time and reading this book. I know these are hard times, and I appreciate the fact that you spend your hard-earned coins on my simple words. You make this small girl’s dream come true every time you decide to pick up one of my books. Thank you for taking a chance on me. I’m forever grateful.
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Selena (S.M.) Soto xoxo
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S.M. Soto was born and raised in Northern California where she currently resides with her son. Her love for reading began when she was a young girl and has only continued to grow into adulthood. S.M. lives for reading books in the romance genre and writing novels with relatable characters. She refers to herself as a bit of a romance junkie. S.M. loves to connect with readers and eat copious of donuts that will surely lead to her demise.
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