Pandora Wild Child
by Sunniva Dee
I’m free. Fucking free!
I’m in college with my best friends and far, far from home!
With my Scheuermann’s disease as the excuse, my father kept me locked up at home all through high school. Here in Deepsilver, I can finally beme, Pandora, so—
Why the hell should I hold back?
They accept our fake IDs at Smother, our local haunt. I’m the life of the party, everyone loves me—hell, I could get away with murder in this place! Drunk off my ass, I dance on the bar, and—
I’m on top of the world!
I need to get my shit together, though. If I don’t pull off good grades, my father won’t pay my tuition. There’s no way I’m moving back into his “fortress.”
At the bar, I set my eyes on a gorgeous stranger. My plans don’t involve him long term; one night should be enough. But Dominic is more than I bargained for. God, I’m so drawn to this man. My skin hums at his touch because—
He expels the shadows of my past and replaces my pain with desire.
Perfect Dominic. Beautiful, graduating, soon-to-move-on-with-his-life Dominic.
I’m a wild child. A hot mess. Not grownup and focused like him. He’s addictive, and I am weak, but—screw this; I can wean myself off him! With the right antidote—
Addictions can be broken.
Unpredictable heroines, bad-boys, good-boys, over-the-top feelings. Powerful breakdowns, intense love, physical and emotional attraction beyond reason—
Sensory overload is what I want gushing at you, and just like in real life, I hope you’re unable to predict what comes next in my stories.
I write New Adult fiction, sometimes with a paranormal twist—like in “Shattering Halos,” published by The Wild Rose Press in February 24th 2014 and in “Stargazer,” release date to be set by my publishing house. (My guess is November 2014.)
The first book I’m not offering to a publisher is the New Adult contemporary novel “Pandora Wild Child,” which I’m releasing indie-style.
I write what I love, and depending on the reader, you will find my books to be a) a fast-paced emotional rollercoaster or b) slow or disturbing, because big emotions are not your thing.
I love people, and I love my characters, which leaves me with a soft spot for happy endings. The only thing is, my happy endings might not be yours. Maybe I upset you on your way to the last page—or perhaps we agree and you’re as happy as I was writing it? Either way: