Third book in THE KING CITY CHRONICLES (can be read in a random order).
Vicky Silverstone just moved from London - England - to King City,
California. Why? In order to die...
* Reader: "Hold up! What are you talking about, crazy lady?!"
Author: "Wait, give me a sec okay? Let me explain tha freaking plot twist! Jeeezzz...
Anyway, as I was saying..." *
Vicky lacked all grace and the limitless amount of paint stains on her jeans might as well represent her awkwardness rate, if there were such a thing as putting numbers to characteristics. Despite being very expressive on a painting, Vicky hadn't figured out the art of socializing, communicating or anything even remotely in-between.
Chase Johnson took one look at the odd mix of colors on Vicky's portrait and decided this unmistakebly flawed lady needed saving by his boisturous personality, crazed-out humor, unpredictable social skills and his do-not-mess-with-my-best-lady-the-car attitude.
But, when Vicky caught sight of Chase, she stereotyped him to be the kind of color she'd throw away, because despite its magnificent shade, it would do more harm to a painting than a ketchup stain. And she had enough of those littering her once freshly blue jeans.
But what if something blossoms - like spring after a cold, harsh winter?
What if he can drive away the cold around her? What if Chase might just urge Vicky to show her own truly beautiful colors?
*Reader: *Sigh* "Just get to the point already!" *
What if he might just be the reason she wants to stay alive?
Because after all - she came to King City to die.
* Reader: "... "
Reader: "You literally didn't explain anything..."
Author: "That's why you have to read the story, hehe. See what I did there?"
Reader: "Not cool. Not cool." *