Here is an excerpt from The Liberator by Victoria Scott. I absolutely LOVE The Collector and this excerpt is awesome! And I LOVE Max! He is so goofy and just brings light to the conversation. As always I also LOVE Dante! I can not wait until this book comes out!
Excerpt from THE LIBERTOR
By Victoria Scott
When I open my eyes, the sun is
trying to murder me. It’s shining on my face and making my head pound. Or maybe
it’s my hangover that’s giving me the headache, but nonetheless—me and the
sun?—we’re not on friendly terms.
Charlie murmurs
beside me. My arms are still wrapped around her waist, and I suddenly realize I
must have crashed out in her bed last night. If Grams wakes up and finds me
here, she’ll run me a bath…and toss in the toaster.
“Morning,
babe,” I whisper.
“Morning,
hot stuff,” a distinctly male voice responds.
I
whip around, my heart racing, and find Max sitting in a chair across the
room. “You look so hot when you first
wake up,” he says. He raises a hand to his hair. “Got that whole sexy bed head
thing going on.”
Charlie
doesn’t even move from her place, but I feel her laughing against me. “Your
friend is kind of creepy, Dante,” she manages.
“Max,
what the hell are you doing in here?” I ask, pulling the covers farther up even
though I’m (regretfully) fully-clothed.
“Real
question is, why did I wait so long to join you guys?” Max stands from his
chair and cocks his head. A mischievous smile crawls across his face.
“No,”
I say, trying to appear serious. “Don’t even think about it, dude.”
Max
starts running in place, his smile widening farther until he looks deranged.
“Ready or not!” Before I can stop him, Max races toward the bed and dives on
top of us. “Oh! Oh it feels even better than I imagined.” He rolls back and
forth across our bodies as Charlie laughs and I wonder why I’m friends with
such a raging idiot.
With
all my strength, I grab Max’s shirt and rotate him toward the edge. He falls
off the side, his arms pin-wheeling. There’s a loud thud, and then nothing.
I wait for
several seconds before leaning over to search for him. Max is lying face down
on the floor, his arms and legs curled like a dead spider. “You’re not really
hurt,” I say.
“I
think you gave me spinal bifida. You need to call someone.”
“That’s
a genetic disorder,” I respond with a sigh, collapsing back onto my pillow. A
second later, he raises his head very, very
slowly up from the side of the bed. It’s one of the more unsettling things he’s
ever done. “Max, is there a purpose to
this visit?” I ask. I want so badly to act like he’s annoying me. But he knows,
and I know, that we both love this game: the one where I pretend he’s a pain in
my ass, and he acts like a damn circus clown.
He
stands up, crosses the room, and plops back down in the chair. “Valery sent
me.”
I
throw an arm across my eyes. “Of course she did.” Beside me, Charlie moves to
get up and I immediately reach for her. She squeals and wiggles out of my
grasp.
I
watch as she walks around the bed and ruffles Max’s hair. The twenty-eight year
old pants like a dog. It’s a bit disturbing considering Charlie’s seventeen.
She eyes me with a grin. “I’ll make waffles.”
My face lights
up.
“Yes,” she
continues. “And bacon.”
I glance at Max
and nod toward Charlie. “That’s my girl.”
“Damn
straight,” he says.
“I’m still
making breakfast for your birthday,” I call after Charlie. Then, looking at
Max, I add, “My girl’s going to be legal soon.”
Max says,
“Boom.”
