Supercross Me (Motocross Me #2)
By Cheyanne Young
Genre: Contemporary Romance | Age Category: Young Adult | Release Date: April 26th, 2016
Hana thought that love was all she would need to get through a long distance relationship, but fame had another thing in mind when Ash Carter became the hottest rookie on the Supercross circuit. It’s been five months since Hana and Ash called it quits. They say it was mutual, but she’s not so sure about that now.
In an effort to cope with the overwhelming hurt of losing her first love, Hana has thrown herself into her work at Mixon Motocross Park. She’s now fluent in the world of dirt bikes, sparkling trophies, and checkered flags. She even has a game plan for dealing with Ash’s upcoming visit to his hometown: avoiding him completely. When tragedy strikes Mixon Motocross Park, Hana is forced to choose between taking another easy way out or pushing through the pain to keep her new life, and job, afloat.
Everyone always said the motocross family was fun, but they never warned how badly it can hurt.
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Shelby met up with Jake as soon as we arrived, and they disappeared into the crowd of people. Ash held my hand as we wove our way through the party, saying hello to people we knew. We weren’t drinking and mostly everyone else was, so in a way it felt like we were the only two people here. Ash was dressed as Dracula, with a cape his mother had sewn and those plastic vampire teeth that never really stay in place when you talk. Ash fielded a ton of questions about why he didn’t dress like Bob Marley because of the dreads. After about the fifth time I heard him answer, “Who the hell is Bob Marley?” I pulled him aside.
“You know who Bob Marley is, right?” I asked.
He looked toward the unfinished roof and let out a long breath. “Yeah. I’m just sick of being compared to him because of my hair. We have like nothing in common besides the dreads, especially since I don’t smoke pot.”
“Well you play guitar and sing so . . .” I said, poking him in the stomach. “You have a little in common.”
His frustration melted into a warm smile of appreciation as he looked me over, somehow seeing past all the makeup and taking me in as I normally am. “You’re really beautiful,” he whispered, taking both of my hands in his.
“I guess I did a terrible job of looking like an animated corpse,” I said, squishing my lips to the side. “I’m supposed to be grotesque.”
He leaned down and kissed me and then cradled my face in his hands. “You smell like Sephora, not the walking dead.”
I laughed a little and reached my blood-covered hands around his silky vampire cape. I let myself get lost in his dark eyes and let all of the party noise fall away as I stared at him. We’d only been together a couple of months, but they were the best months of my life. “I’m so glad we’re both home for Halloween,” I said, lacing my fingers together behind his neck.
He gripped me around the waist and pulled me into a quick hug before meeting my gaze again. Something in his expression shifted and a knot formed in my stomach. “What is it?”
His tongue ran across his bottom lip, slowly, as if he was thinking about something. Finally, his lips parted and he shook his head slightly. “Nah . . . it’s—nothing.”
My brows pulled together. “Ash Carter. You’re clearly keeping something from me.”
He grinned, his eyes crinkling in that way that always made my heart melt. “Yeah, I am.”
I crumpled my face into a pout. “That’s mean. I thought you were a nice boyfriend.”
He grabbed the sides of his cape and wrapped them around me, pulling me against his hard chest until we were in our own little black satin world. “I am a nice boyfriend,” he whispered into my ear. The stubble on his chin tickled my cheek and I tilted my head, letting it nuzzle against his chest, right in between his neck and collarbone, the place I fit perfectly when we were together.
The radio started playing a slow song with a deep bass beat and Ash began to sway to the music, letting his chin rest on top of my head.
“You should tell me what you’re thinking,” I murmured into his shirt while we rocked slowly to the beat. He smelled so wonderful I’m not sure why I ever let myself get more than a few inches away from him.
“I will, Hana.” I felt his lips press onto my hair. “I’m just not sure a dumb Halloween party is the best place to tell you that I’m completely in love with you.”
I lifted my head and pulled back a little so that I could look at him. My heart was beating so fast it made my nose feel numb. “What was that?” I asked, aiming for coy and flirty, not shy and nervous.
Ash ran a hand over his dreadlocks and gave me this knowing look. “Oh it’s nothing it’s just . . . yeah,” he said, taking out his plastic vampire teeth. “I’m in love with you.”
Cheyanne Young is a native Texan with a fear of cold weather and a coffee addiction that probably needs an intervention. She loves books, sarcasm, and collecting nail polish. After nearly a decade of working in engineering, Cheyanne now writes books for young adults and is the author of the City of Legends Trilogy. She doesn’t miss a cubicle one bit.
Cheyanne lives near the beach with her daughter and husband, one spoiled rotten puppy, and a cat that is most likely plotting to take over the world.