- Blog Tour: Angst by Victoria Sawyer
- Cover Reveal: Becoming More by Bayli Lane
OH-EM-GEE!!!!! We are thrilled to have Victoria Sawyer and her book, Angst, on our blog today!!
***Recommended for ages 17+ for adult themes and frequent use of harsh language.
There are two things I want out of my freshman year of college: to hook up with confusing hottie Jared and to chug some beer as soon as possible.
Getting wasted is like purely medicinal freedom. I murder my secret and constant soul sucking fear and tense nervous body beneath 17 glorious shots of pseudo-sanity. And destroying self-conscious crazy me reveals a sexy confident stranger who likes to try wild new things.
Then there’s the Jared complication, the guy with the Halloween costume that features his ripped and naked chest. It’s an attraction I can’t deny. Too bad I can’t understand what he wants because half the time we’re making out on the dance floor and the other half we’re screaming at each other about whether or not I’m a party slut.
And as the year party-crashes to an end, my drunk-scapades and severe panic attacks want me to pay up, big time. What little sanity I started out with is clinging by a thin thread and when that thread snaps, I’m lying on the cold basement floor of my parents’ house, a loaded hand gun kissing my hot tear streaked forehead.
As I’m craving the freedom and soothing blackness of death, he calls and I open up like a fire hose of self-hating hot mess. After we hang up, I make a choice.
I walk down the hallway and into the rows and rows of book filled shelves. Now…if I were him, where would I hide? I make a right and then a left, through floor to ceiling walls of texts. I love books, but not these. My eye catches a title, something…Chemistry for the…something. Who cares.
My heart sprints but…in a good way. At the moment, I’m in control, not like work or class or the beginning of parties lately where I’ve been a quivering sick terrified obsessive thought screaming crazy bitch. Nope right now, I’m a rogue sexy secret agent on campus, finally let loose from the desks, papers and assignments. Just for the moment that is…and this girl is bent on finding herself a fuck-buddy.
After my last class I made a pit stop in the women’s bathroom, the one that never gets used at the bottom of Taft Hall. I adjusted my outfit to show off a bit more skin, shortened the skirt, took off the long sleeved shirt I was wearing to reveal a low cut tank, touched up my makeup, and then the most important part…took several nice long swigs off my water bottle. No telling what kind of liquid could be in there….it’s just water Occiffer. I swear!
Doesn’t matter. It makes me feel like a freaking person, not like some kind of fear monger gremlin cracked out on her own crazy-ass brain.
I take a few more rights and lefts through the stacks, pulse zinging, heat flooding me as I anticipate what I’m about to do. I keep my eyes peeled as I pass the study sections, the tables, the nooks, the arm chairs. So far none of them is the right guy.
Just as I’m rounding a corner, I see him and stop. I peek again. He’s bent over his book, intent, arm on the edge of the table, head in hand, beautiful eyes focused downward, brows drawn in concentration. Swoon! What a hot motha-fucka! And he’s wearing my favorite snug t-shirt that emphasizes the amazingness of his pecs and biceps. Goddamn he’s so hot.
I compose myself…then consider and reconsider. Shit who cares. I pull out my water bottle. The hotness that will ensue certainly deserves a few more swigs of the good stuff. It burns all the way down. Oh that’s good. That done, I creep around the corner and then strut to his table and slide my ass across the top, pushing his book aside so that it bumps his elbow.
Startled he looks over at my legs in my short skirt and then his gaze flows up over my mid-riff, tits and cleavage, up my neck, over my full lips and finally to my eyes trailing heat all over my body. He smiles, this slow, lazy crooked smile, flashing his white teeth.
“Hi,” he says, deep voice caressing me.
“Hi,” I reply and he sits back in his seat, studying my face. I shiver as his closest hand travels lightly up my bare leg and under the edge of my skirt.
“What are you doing here?”
“I think you know…” I say and he smiles again, eyes drinking me in and I do the same, heart hammering at the wanting look in his eyes, his full lips, the fact that he’s scruffy and hasn’t shaved today. I love that rough rugged look.
“Studying’s over-rated anyway and…jesus are you fuckable,” he says, eye intense on mine, his hand traveling further up my skirt to the edge of my thong as he pulls himself up from his seat, his other hand fumbling to stash his books in his backpack.
I smile. Time for our secret rendezvous…one of the best parts of my days of quivering sick misery.
Backpack zipped in a hurry, he pulls me into the stacks by the wrist, running through the empty aisles, books whirring by us on both sides. He stops and I almost run into his back, but before I can move he turns and wraps his arms around me. His bag drops to the floor with a thud as he pushes me into the book lined shelves. He’s breathing faster than normal, his eyes to mine for a moment, serious, searching and then he leans down and kisses me, full lipped and hard, my body crushed to his. My pulse races, thoughts whirling. OMG.
He pulls away and smiles down at me…“”My place?”
I grin and take his hand and yank him toward the stairs. I need his place, stat. Ahh the movie reel highlights of my life, dark and light, sexy and freaking terrified. A thrilling and shitty study in beautiful hard-lit etched opposites.
"Passionate about writing, graphic design, creativity. Fueled by the light and dark. Beauty, color, euphoria, artistic frenzy, depression, panic, anxiety."
What you see on the outside is not what you get on the inside. On the outside, Victoria Sawyer is polished, confident, put together, but on the inside things are a bit different. She's creative, thoughts whirling, anxious, alternately depressed and happy or self-critical and confident, energetic, charismatic, cranky and panicked.
She has suffered from panic attacks, anxiety and depression since the age of 10 and has been writing for just about as long. Her love of writing started as journal entries as therapy and eventually morphed into a melding of fact and fiction. Sometimes writing drives her to drink or drinking drives her to write or sometimes it's depression, anger, mental illness or love.
Angst is a story she has always wanted to tell, a fiction retelling of her own struggles as a college freshman. Her goal is to be completely honest about mental illness and life's struggles and to reduce the stigma of mental disorders. She hopes to follow up with a second book featuring Victoria in the future. For more Wicked Victoria, visit her blog: http://www.angstanxietypanic.wordpress.com
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At first it was all freedom, fun, and games for Lilly Fairfield. Being a freshman in college was supposed to create some of the best memories of her life, especially with her best friend, Lauren, and longtime boyfriend, Sander, by her side.
But the excitement begins to slip away when the people closest to her start to change. They begin moving in a direction Lilly doesn’t want to go, forcing Lilly to be faced with a decision. Should she fight for her relationships with both Sander and Lauren or move on to something different? Something unknown. Someone like…
Colton Davenport. Colton isn’t Lilly’s typical type. He's shockingly sexy with his colorful tattoos, shiny silver lip ring, and ear gauges. His smile alone leaves her breathless. Then again, she hasn’t had a specific type other than Sander. When she meets Colton she feels an automatic attraction that stuns her into utter stillness. She can’t look away, doesn’t want to look away.
Lilly must decide between a life with Sander, a life she always thought she wanted, and an unknown path with Colton.
Will Lilly make the right choices for her future, Becoming More?
About the Author:
Bayli Lane didn’t realize how much she loved creating a world from nothing until college. She went to Marian University where she majored in Communications but in her spare time wrote and read. Her love for reading is what really brought out her desire to create her own novel. After starting loads of stories and not finishing them, she finally decided it was time to put her passion to work. Becoming More is her first novel but certainly not her last. Bayli lives with her husband, Tim, in Indiana where she is probably sitting with a large cup of coffee and her computer working on her next book.