Sneak Peek of I’ve Been Looking for You by Jennifer Dean #giveaway

MAX: The new girl, the sarcastic asshole, the one who avoids getting attached to anyone.

EMILY: The golden girl, the rule-abiding rebel, the one who unknowingly craves something more.

When fate brings the two girls together, life seemed to fall into place. Until their future plans are shattered the moment someone leaves drugs inside Max’s school locker.

While Max inevitably loses hope of escaping her new grim reality, Emily struggles to move on without the one she loves most. Especially when she’s the only one determined to find answers. But the closer Emily gets to discovering the truth, the harder it will be to stop her pursuit, even when it leads to dangerous consequences.

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Excerpt

JUNE​ ​20,​ ​2015

Emily’s slender finger drew invisible letters onto the table, nodding along with my voice but unaware of her distracted mind. I sighed, my words fading with unimportance as I tilted my head and​ ​narrowed​ ​my​ ​eyes​ ​with​ ​a​ ​new​ ​focus. “What’s​ ​wrong?” “What do you mean,” Emily said, slightly confused as her eyes shifted up but her finger continued​ ​with​ ​the​ ​absentminded​ ​activity. I​ ​stared​ ​back​ ​with​ ​a​ ​knowing​ ​look​ ​that​ ​caused​ ​her​ ​to​ ​shrug. “I’m​ ​not​ ​perfect,​ ​you​ ​know.​ ​I’m​ ​allowed​ ​to​ ​have​ ​bad​ ​days.​ ​You’re​ ​in​ ​prison​ ​after​ ​all.” “True,”​ ​I​ ​said​ ​with​ ​a​ ​nod.​ ​“But​ ​something​ ​tells​ ​me​ ​there’s​ ​a​ ​reason​ ​for​ ​this​ ​one.” “Well,” Emily said, curling her finger into her palm as if it had been beckoned back by her hand to create a frustrated fist. “Since you know so much, maybe you can tell what my problem is.” Her irritated tone was guarded by impatience, but the only thing that caught my attention was​ ​the​ ​sadness​ ​lingering​ ​within​ ​her​ ​eyes. “Ems,”​ ​I​ ​said​ ​with​ ​a​ ​soft​ ​plea. Emily dropped her shoulders in surrender as she closed her eyes for a few brief seconds as if it were a message for the anger to stand down. Once she had blinked them back open, it was clear the space of her former irritation had been replaced with sadness that had now just doubled its territory. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.” Emily shook her head, speaking with a regretful tone.​ ​“Really.​ ​It’s​ ​nothing.” My own irritation rose as my need to wrap my arms around her was prevented by the restrictions​ ​of​ ​the​ ​environment​ ​surrounding​ ​us. “I know it’s not nothing,” I said, conveying with my stare that I would sit here, waiting for the​ ​rest​ ​of​ ​the​ ​visit,​ ​if​ ​I​ ​had​ ​to,​ ​until​ ​she​ ​told​ ​me​ ​what​ ​was​ ​bothering​ ​her. Emily relented with a heavy sigh, causing me to lift the left side of my mouth into a victoriously​ ​crooked​ ​smirk. “My​ ​roommate​ ​assignment​ ​came​ ​in​ ​the​ ​mail​ ​this​ ​morning.”
Her voice was low and filled with disappointment as her shoulders rose and dropped with another exaggerated sigh. Unable to resist any longer, I quickly looked over my shoulder, happy to see the officer in charge distracted by another inmate interaction, before I took the opportunity and​ ​reached​ ​across​ ​the​ ​table​ ​to​ ​place​ ​my​ ​hand​ ​over​ ​Emily’s. “You knew that was inevitable,” I said while my thumb soothed the back of her hand with gentle​ ​strokes. “I know,” Emily said pausing so that she could turn her hand over and grasp my fingers longingly with her own. “It’s just that the reality of it all is still hitting me in pieces. And seeing that this morning just—” Emily shook her head, looking down at our linked hands as if they could give her the strength she needed while she attempted to hold back the crack seeping into her​ ​voice.​ ​“It​ ​just​ ​reminded​ ​me​ ​of​ ​what​ ​we​ ​had​ ​lost.” “I’m​ ​sorry,”​ ​I​ ​said​ ​feeling​ ​the​ ​uselessness​ ​of​ ​my​ ​words​ ​as​ ​soon​ ​as​ ​they​ ​left​ ​my​ ​lips. I pulled my hand back, ignoring the way my fingers twitched—screaming in protest at the parting from one they were always meant to hold. Emily’s disappointment tightened my chest, leaving​ ​me​ ​desperate​ ​to​ ​take​ ​away​ ​the​ ​remainder​ ​of​ ​her​ ​pain,​ ​if​ ​only​ ​for​ ​a​ ​few​ ​minutes. “What?” Emily said with a confused stare as she took in the false amusement now lifting my cheeks. “Looks​ ​like​ ​you’ll​ ​be​ ​using​ ​a​ ​bra​ ​on​ ​the​ ​door​ ​after​ ​all,”​ ​I​ ​said. She leaned back in her chair, dropping her gaze to her hands as she dropped them into her lap. “I won’t have a need for anything on the door without you there,” Emily said with a low enough​ ​voice​ ​to​ ​make​ ​me​ ​question​ ​if​ ​she​ ​had​ ​been​ ​talking​ ​to​ ​them​ ​or​ ​me. “Oh,​ ​you​ ​never​ ​know,”​ ​I​ ​said​ ​with​ ​an​ ​added​ ​wink,​ ​despite​ ​her​ ​not​ ​being​ ​able​ ​to​ ​see​ ​it. “I’m​ ​glad​ ​you​ ​think​ ​this​ ​is​ ​funny.” My head tilted, and my smile dropped as her attention remained on her hands, letting her blonde​ ​locks​ ​fall​ ​forward​ ​to​ ​unintentionally​ ​cover​ ​her​ ​face. “Hey,”​ ​I​ ​said​ ​tapping​ ​my​ ​knuckles​ ​on​ ​the​ ​table​ ​as​ ​a​ ​last​ ​resort. Her chin lifted, leading the way for her blue eyes to lock back with mine and effectively leave me with the same thrill I had gotten from the first time they found me. Emily had no idea how​ ​much​ ​I​ ​carried​ ​a​ ​longing​ ​ache​ ​for​ ​them,​ ​and​ ​I​ ​wasn’t​ ​willing​ ​to​ ​let​ ​her​ ​keep​ ​them​ ​hostage. “There​ ​they​ ​are.” Emily rolled her beautiful eyes but couldn’t contain the blush within her cheeks or the toothy grin that formed without her control. There wasn’t much I could do while trapped in hell, but at least​ ​I​ ​could​ ​still​ ​bring​ ​out​ ​her​ ​smile.​ ​For​ ​that,​ ​I​ ​was​ ​grateful.


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About the Author


I was never that child you found in the corner reading. In fact, I loathed the idea of picking up a book. The activity seemed more of a chore than a past time.

All that changed when my brother began talking to me about the newest novel he was reading. Harry Potter and The Order of the Phoenix. Before I knew it, my curiosity got the better of me, luring me to try the series. It didn’t take long for my mindset of reading to turn on its head.
But even with my new hobby discovered it wasn’t until my junior year of college that I developed a hidden desire for writing stories. And when I found myself writing scenes instead of paying attention to my professors, I knew becoming a writer was the career path I was meant to follow.

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