Book Blitz: Painting Sky
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Painting Sky by Rita Branches
Publication date: April 25th 2016
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Nobody ever said life was easy...
People pleaser, Jane Skylar wants nothing more than to earn her art degree, start her life, and bask in the bliss of living with her boyfriend.
But things don't always go as planned...
Struggling with her creative side, Jane finds herself in turmoil, often confiding in her roommate - another, more talented art student, Keith Hale. Keith just so happens to be her boyfriend's older, brooding brother. After a devastating breakup, Jane turns to Keith for comfort. But when the lines blur between roommate and lover, Jane's life becomes more complicated than ever before.
When Keith's past comes back to haunt him, their lives all get turned upside down, forcing the truth to surface. Now Jane must fight for what she wants--even if it hurts everyone she loves.
People pleaser, Jane Skylar wants nothing more than to earn her art degree, start her life, and bask in the bliss of living with her boyfriend.
But things don't always go as planned...
Struggling with her creative side, Jane finds herself in turmoil, often confiding in her roommate - another, more talented art student, Keith Hale. Keith just so happens to be her boyfriend's older, brooding brother. After a devastating breakup, Jane turns to Keith for comfort. But when the lines blur between roommate and lover, Jane's life becomes more complicated than ever before.
When Keith's past comes back to haunt him, their lives all get turned upside down, forcing the truth to surface. Now Jane must fight for what she wants--even if it hurts everyone she loves.
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Rita Branches is an independent YA (young adult) author who enjoys spending every free moment (when she´s not reading) writing emotional stories. Visit: http://ritabranches.
Author links:
http://www.ritabranches.com/
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http://www.ritabranches.com/
If you are like me you like to listen to music while reading. Here's an awesome playlist for Painting Sky
Good stuff inside the book:
Painting Sky Playlist
1. “Jump rope” - Blue October
2. “Nothing Left To Say”,
Imagine Dragons
3. “Clear Blue Sky”, Skylar
Grey
4. “Not your way”,
Misterwives
5. “Blurry”, Puddle of Mudd
6. “Can't Pretend", Tom
Odell
7. "Dots and Dashes
(Enough Already)", Silversun Pickups
8. “Creep”, Radiohead
9. “The Diary Of Jane”,
Breaking Benjamin
10. “Never Let Me Go”,
Florence + The Machine
11. “I Won't Let You
Go”, James Morrison
12. "I See You, You See
Me", The Magic Numbers
Good stuff inside the book:
The
next towels were easier. I was getting colder and so tired that my eyes started
to shut and I dozed off. When the towel on my stomach was removed, the breeze
on my skin made me shiver and woke me up.
“Just
one more time, and then we’ll check if the fever has lowered.” He changed the
towels again. I had stopped feeling awkward about the lack of clothes a long
time ago: maybe between the cold towel or the scared look on Keith’s face.
My
shivering never stopped. After Keith took all the towels from my body, I just
wanted to curl up and sleep. The sheets were wet, though, as well as my
clothes. Keith left for a minute and I opened one eye to see him standing at
the door, frowning.
“What
is it now?”
“I
can’t find any clean sheets,” he answered. I wasn’t feeling good enough today
to do laundry, so the other set was dirty.
“Come
on. Try sitting up.” Keith opened one of my drawers.
“What
are you doing?” It was where I kept my underwear. He ignored my protests and
took some black cotton panties and a matching tank top and placed them on the
bed.
“I’ll
be in the hallway. Call me when you’re done—unless you want my help.” His smirk
was weak, but I knew he was trying to make me smile. I shooed him out of my
room with a wave of my hand and took my time changing out of my clothes. My
body hurt, especially my ribs.
“I’m
coming in,” Keith warned, as soon as I pulled the tank top down. “Can you get
up?” I obeyed him, unsure of why he wanted me to get up if I didn’t have any
clean sheets to change the bed with. My bedroom swung around me and I had to
sit back down again. I was too weak to stand. Keith sighed and put his arms
under me. I stiffened instantly, not just at the gesture, but also at my lack
of clothing. He picked me up and left my room.
“What
are you doing?”
“What
do you think? I’m taking you to my room. The sheets are clean, I haven’t slept
there this week, and they are dry, at least.” He winked while pushing open his
bedroom door with his shoulder. I had been in his room once or twice to bring
him his clean clothes, but I’d never taken the time to look around. I wouldn’t
do so this time, either, as the only light on was from the lamp on his bedside
table.
The
space was clean and tidy. I imagined all his clutter was in the attic, where he
spent most of his time.
I
whimpered against his cold sheets. “Come on, scoot over,” he said, as soon as
he laid me down. I did what he asked and the next thing I felt was his warm
body against mine. I gasped at the contact, but scooted back against his chest.
I tried to ignore the chuckle that came from him, which shook my body slightly.
His
hand came to rest on my stomach for a second before he pulled my tank top up. I
was prepared to turn and punch him in the face when I realized what he was
trying to do. He lifted his own shirt and hugged my bare back. I sighed, trying
not to moan. For the second time tonight, I wasn’t cold, as his body was warmer
than mine.
“Just
so we’re clear, in the morning, we go back to not caring much for the other,
right?” I asked, more to try and clear the air. I felt him tense before
answering me with a weird shrug.
“I
guess,” he mumbled.
“Why
do you hate me?” I whispered.
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