From Book 1: Nolan Lennox had things figured out. Named after a baseball legend, she enjoyed being the Tomboy, her closet filled with her brother’s hand-me-downs, cut-off jeans and soccer shorts. But when her first trip to high school results in a broken heart and a popular enemy, Nolan starts to question the very person she thought she was.
Throughout the next four years, Nolan struggles to maintain herself throughout her path of discovery, learning just how cruel teenagers can be. And despite how life seems to continue to work against her, she still manages to listen to her heart, while falling deeper and deeper for the guy the entire town adores, even if he only sees her as a friend. Can Nolan strike a compromise between her own integrity and the boy she loves? And can she make him notice her before it’s too late?
Reed Johnson came to Coolidge High School with a lot of fanfare. The son of a hometown football legend and brother of a local football hero, Reed wore all the pressures of carrying a town without hope into the spotlight. Thankfully, he had the talent to back it up. But when he meets a girl who makes him think twice about exactly what being a hero means, he starts to wonder if following in his brother’s footsteps might be all wrong.
Nolan Lennox was everything that was opposite of expected. She didn’t flirt, she didn’t drink, and she didn’t sleep around. Nothing about her was easy, but something about her made Reed want to try harder. But could he handle letting her down? And would breaking her heart break him beyond repair?
Love Words from Reed to Nolan
A Drunken, Sweet Love letter/poem from Reed Johnson to Nolan Lennox,
written hours before he proposed.
From The Waiting Series – Waiting on the Sidelines, Going Long, and The
By Ginger Scott
It’s 4 a.m. and I can’t sleep. You see, I’ve got this ring staring me in
the face. I’ve had it ready for a while, but the time wasn’t ever quite
right. I’m not really sure why I picked tomorrow…I guess it’s today,
now. Shit! Anyhow, why I decided to do it in front of all of our family
and friends, I have no idea. Maybe it’s so I’ll have someone there to
pick me up off the floor if you say no. Or yes. I’m probably going to
faint before I get the words out. I’m nervous as hell. Don’t
laugh…yes, I get nervous, alright?
Anyhow, I have words planned to say in front of everyone. Words I think
I can get out in semi-full sentences and mostly coherent. But I wanted
to write some down that are special, and just for you. Not that the ones
I say won’t be but…
Yeah, I’m nervous.
I’m a little buzzed too. Jason knows this is coming. My brother’s good
at getting me fired up for the big game, and this is a lot like that.
Just…his methods maybe should have been different, cuz I’m drunk as
fuck! I’ll sleep it off. It’ll be fine.
Before this all wears off though, I wanted to write you a little poem.
We both know I’d never do this sober, but right now it feels like the
perfect thing to do. Alright then…it’s a little rap inspired. I’m the
king of hip hop. Don’t laugh…
My girl has eyes brown and wide, and I hate to see them when she’s
cried. Her mouth is candy, tastes so sweet, that taste the reason my
heart still beats.
My girl has skin that’s milky soft, and hair like ribbons, and a body I
often like to run my hands over just to count the curves.
She makes me swerve.
Dizzy, I get so drunk on that body like a sailor on leave and a teenager
who just figured out that girls are magical. I’ve been too practical.
My girl was patient. My girl was forgiveness. She even knows what my
worst sin is…
But still she lets me love her, lets me touch her, lets me consume every
goddamn inch of her.
I want more. I want forever. I want to always be together.
Locks, no keys, nothing but pleas cuz baby…I need you to breathe.
Okay, I read that back. It’s really embarrassing. But you know what? I’m
giving it to you anyway. I’ll give it to you after you say yes. If you
say no, I’m fucking burning this letter! Haha! You won’t say no
though…will you? Nah…you won’t. I feel it. This is right. We’re
Thanks for waiting for me to get my shit together.
About the Author
Ginger Scott is an Amazon-bestselling and Goodreads Choice Award-nominated author from Peoria, Arizona. She is the author of several young and new adult romances, including recent bestsellers The Hard Count, A Boy Like You, A Girl Like Me, Cry Baby, This Is Falling and Wild Reckless.
A sucker for a good romance, Ginger’s other passion is sports, and she often blends the two in her stories. She has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for a hella long time. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.
When she’s not writing, the odds are high that she’s somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Ginger lives in Arizona and is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork ’em, Devils).