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Chasing Day Series

The Wonder Years 


Daylen Daniels and Chase McCoy are as different as night and day. Chase is the beautiful golden boy. Gorgeous, popular, and the quarterback of the football team. Daylen is the quiet introvert. Lovely curves, shy, and sees herself as an orchestra geek. After Day moves next door to Chase, a run-in with a bully, a domestic dispute, and one treehouse hideout, an impenetrable bond is made. 

As they grow up, their attraction for each other grows with them, but is it strong enough to risk their friendship? A party, a little game of spin the bottle, and a devious enemy could shake the very foundation of their friendship. Or it could start a tumultuous romance that spans decades. 

Take a journey with these two best friends through first love, heartbreak and tragedy from childhood to adulthood as the two find that young love isn't as strong as they'd hoped. A story of true growing pains in…Chasing Day.

Excerpt:

 

Chase just sat and let her tend to him. He stared up at her quietly. Day’s heart pounded in her chest, but she ignored it while she took care of him. She held up his hands and cleaned each knuckle.

“What happened, Chase?” Daylen finally asked.

“The usual.” He shrugged. “But this time I sent him to the hospital. Great way to start Christmas, right?” Chase laughed mirthlessly.

Daylen shook her head sadly and worked on his other hand.

“Anywhere else?” She asked.

Chase placed the ice pack down and reached back to grab the material of his sweater and pulled till it and his undershirt cleared his torso and head. Daylen gasped as she took in the bruises along his ribcage. Then she looked behind him and saw matching bruises across his back. Her eyes filled with the tears she’d been holding back since she saw him sitting on her bed.

A silent tear fell to her cheek and ran down her face. Chase pulled her towards him and kissed the wet path it made. His lips touched the corner of her mouth, where the tear stopped.

“Don’t cry for me. I’m okay.” He reversed roles, now soothing her.

A gentle sob burst from Daylen’s lips. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, Pretty Day. I’m alright. A little sore, but that’s it.” Chase clasped her face in his hands. “I just need to forget. To believe for just a minute that my life isn’t this shitty. Help me forget.”

“O-Okay,” Daylen whispered, haltingly.

He looked up at her, brushed the tears from her soft cheeks, and pulled her face down towards his.

Reality Bites 


Day and Chase have reached a fork in the road that separates their lives and their relationship. But even an ocean can't break their bond. 

They continue to hurt each other as they move through adulthood. Chase as a rising pro-football star and Day as an accomplished cellist. They try to build separate lives with others. Though, they both worry that they've made the biggest mistake of their lives. But a tenacious parent seems to be willing to go to any lengths to see them together again. 

And a passionate night could lead to forever, strain their relationship further, or send them down a path neither of them ever expected. 

Will they finally get what they want as adults? Will love and timing finally fall into sync? Or are they destined to love each other from afar under the guise of best friends? Find out in the touching and surprising conclusion to Chase and Day's journey. 

Excerpt:

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“Screw you, Chase! Coincidence my ass.” Day tried to sidle past him.

Chase placed both hands on the counter on either side of her, bracketing her hips.

“Let me through, Chase.” Day ground out and placed her hands on his bare chest.

She’d meant to push him away, but of their own accord, her fingers splayed over his nearly hairless and smooth pectoral muscles. She felt his heat radiate through her palms. His heart pounded rapidly.

“I know you feel that,” Chase said low in his throat. “The heat. It was there in the hospital room, the moment we saw each other.”

“That wasn’t heat. That was fury.” Day denied. “There’s a difference.”

“Call it what you want, but I know you.” Chase leaned closer, till they were almost nose to nose. “I wouldn’t doubt that you’re drenched and dripping down your inner thighs, even as we speak.” Chase breathed against her lips.

“Fuck you.” Day said though it came out as a breathless whisper, rather than the screech she’d intended.

Embarrassed that she sounded like a wanton and desperate female, she tried to back up her words with physical violence. Day tried to smack his face with her right hand, but he caught it in a tight grip. When that didn’t work, she tried her other hand and it met the same fate.

Chase forced her hands behind her back and held her wrists together with one large hand. He then pushed her feet apart with his foot, making her legs spread wide. Day was helpless to move against his overwhelming strength.

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