EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT & TEASER: NOCTE by Courtney Cole

COMING SOON: NOVEMBER 3RD 2014

PRE-ORDER LINK: HERE

ENTER GIVEAWAY: CLICK HERE

SAVE ME AND I'LL SAVE YOU.... 

My name is Calla Price. I’m eighteen years old, and I’m one half of a whole. My other half-- my twin brother, my Finn-- is crazy. 

 I love him. More than life, more than anything. And even though I’m terrified he’ll suck me down with him, no one can save him but me. I’m doing all I can to stay afloat in a sea of insanity, but I’m drowning more and more each day. 

So I reach out for a lifeline. Dare DuBray. He’s my savior and my anti-Christ. His arms are where I feel safe, where I’m afraid, where I belong, where I’m lost. He will heal me, break me, love me and hate me. He has the power to destroy me. 

 Maybe that’s ok. Because I can’t seem to save Finn and love Dare without everyone getting hurt. Why? Because of a secret. A secret I’m so busy trying to figure out, that I never see it coming. 

 You won’t either.

{Read more for an exclusive excerpt & teaser!}

*********

Teaser

Exclusive Excerpt:

When I first saw Dare, I’d been right.  He is something artistic.  He’s an artist. 

And he’s working on an amazingly beautiful drawing of me. 

My breath is suspended as I peer closer, and leaning my forehead against the glass, I study the picture.

His skill is amazing.  And the way he’s drawing me is exhilarating. 

In the picture, I’m walking away from him, and I’m completely naked except for a pair of high heels.

Breathless, I study the drawing… enchanted with the way he imagines me to be.  I’m slender and pale, but pale in a beautiful way, an ethereal way. My hair is long and lush, my muscles curvy and perfect.  Through his eyes, I’m feminine and delicate and perfect.

I scan the entire drawing as my cheeks grow hot with the sheer thought that he imagines me like this… that he imagines me naked.  

And then my heart stutters and pauses in my chest as I see something. 

A birthmark on my side. 

The size of a quarter, it’s the color of coffee with cream. 

Startled, my fingers subconsciously flutter to my side, to feel the place where the very real, very intimate birthmark lingers on my skin. 

How did Dare know?  

There’s no possible way he could’ve ever seen that birthmark, unless he’s somehow seen me shower or changing clothes. 

He must be watching me.