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Stupid Girl Synopsis:

Only fools fall in love…

After her senior year of high school leaves behind nothing but heartache, Olivia Beaumont is sure of this: She’s no stupid girl. She sets out for Winston College, promising herself that she will remain focused on her first and only love – astronomy. But all it takes is cocky sophomore Brax Jenkins and an accidental collision with a football, to throw her entire year off course.

A quick-tempered Southie who escaped the inner city streets of Boston to pitch for Winston, Brax is known to play way more fields than just the baseball diamond. So, when his name is drawn to take part in his fraternity’s hazing dare, Brax eagerly accepts the mission to take Olivia’s virginity. But he doesn’t plan on falling hard for the sweet and sassy Texas girl who sees right through his bad-boy persona.

As Olivia and Brax battle their feelings for each other, echoes of the past year begin to surface. A boy who once turned Olivia’s whole world upside down reappears, and “harmless” pranks wreak havoc. Pretty soon the aspiring astronomer is on the verge of revealing her most difficult, heartbreaking secret. All the while, Brax must wrestle with the irrevocable dare, and Olivia struggles against all logic as she does the one thing only a stupid girl would do: fall in love.

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“Have we known each other for less than a day, or has it been a lot, lot longer?”

A small hint of surrender tugged at Tessa’s mouth. “Seems like a lot longer.” Now she regarded me with a critical eye. “I still think it’s a big mistake. Epic. At the very least, please ask him for his medical papers. That famous dick of his has seen a lot of action, Liv. No telling where it’s been.” She frowned. “Cold hard truth: He wants in your bloomers. Ring or no ring. Game on. Nothing more.” She took in a long breath. “His brain … he thinks with his big, ole, egotistical wiener. All guys do. It leads Brax Jenkins around like a magical porn radar wand. It has now honed in on your virginal hands-off hootchie cootchie. Guard it well, chica. He’ll snatch it right out from under you like a fucking bandito if you don’t.”

I sat and stared at my roommate for several seconds in shock before bursting into laughter. I fell over onto my side, buried my face in my pillow, and howled. I couldn’t stop! I hadn’t laughed that much with anyone, except my family, since … I couldn’t remember when. A long time. Finally, I peeked out. At first, Tessa just stared back, frowning, but then she, too, broke. We laughed until we both cried. Where did she come up with this stuff? Magical porn radar wiener wand? How would I now look Brax in the face and not burst out laughing just thinking about everything Tessa just said?

Finally, she rolled off my bed and changed into a pair of shorts and an oversized High School Musical tee shirt. She plopped down onto her bed and pulled her long hair into a floppy ball on the top of her head. It slid crooked, but she ignored it. Now she was again totally focused on me, and serious.

“All joking aside, Olivia. I know we’ve only just met, but I like you. You’re a little weird, but I like you. And as a girl, roommate, and sister female struggling to make it in this hounddog guy world, please. Watch Braxton Jenkins with both eyes wide open. Don’t blink, not even for a second. I don’t know him personally, only what I’ve told you, and that’s been enough for me to keep clear of him. Don’t let him get to you. You’ll only get hurt in the end.” She eyed my ring. “And as far as that goes, it might represent a vow to you. But to guys like Brax?” She sighed. “A beacon. Guard you hootchie cootchie, sí, but guard your heart as well.”

I nodded. And I knew she was right. “I will, I promise.”

Tessa narrowed her eyes. “You gave him the knee to the cahones, huh? Pretty cool. But I think we need a code word. A safe word, maybe. In case things get out of hand and you need me to rescue you, or visa versa. Even just to put your self at ease in an uncomfortable situation. You can think of it and it’ll make you feel better. Or text it to me, along with a location.”

I pulled my towel turban off, and shook my damp hair loose. “I’m sure he’ll keep his magical porn radar wand to himself, and I seriously doubt I’ll need a safe word, but okay. It’s nice to know you’ll come screeching around the corner in your little Jetta to save me. Or at least make me feel better. What’s the word?”

Tessa put her hands on her hips and scowled. “I could just use your big old Army tank truck out there and run Brax’s cocky ass over with it,” she said. She tapped her forefinger to her temple, and paced our small dorm room. “Hmm. Let me think. Safe word. Safe word.” After a few moments, she stopped, snapped her fingers, and her face lit up. “Got it. Nutcracker!”

I grabbed my wide-toothed comb from my bedside table and pushed it through my hair, eyeing Tessa. “Okay. Nutcracker it is. Safe word. Got it.”

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Cindy Miles Bio:

Cindy Miles is the best-selling author of twelve novels, one anthology and three short stories. She also writes as Elle Jasper, and grew up on the salt marshes of the Vernon River in Savannah, Georgia.





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