Be smart. Keep your head down. And look out for number one.These are the rules Jay has lived by for the past two years. The rules of surviving life on the streets. But when Em comes bursting into his life, in all of her disastrous glory, the rules go right out the window.
Survive. Flee what’s been left behind. And never look back.Emerson’s plan was simple. Though, it was easier said than done. The city streets are dangerous and unforgiving to a new arrival. Especially, a seventeen-year-old girl who’s never known anything but life in the suburbs. Sometimes, however, what’s lurking behind those white picket fences can be more frightening than any dark alley.
Both of them made the same decision when life got overwhelming—to run from their demons. Brought together by fate or circumstance, Em and Jay find the kind of love neither of them ever expected. But, when those demons come back to haunt them and their love is on the line, which instincts will they choose to follow this time . . . Fight or Flight?
Jamie Canosa is a full time author of YA literature, which she absolutely loves. When she's not writing or spending time with her family, she can usually be found with her nose in a book. She currently resides in upstate NY with her wonderful husband and three crazy kids . . . plus the dog, the bird, and the rabbit.
Her debut novel, Dissidence, was published in 2012 along with several novellas. including Temptation, the first in her Heart and Soul series.
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Fight or Flight – Jamie Canosa
Some six foot meathead towered over them. Tats coved his hands and the sides of his neck. And if Jay had to guess, probably everywhere else in between. Not the professional kind, either. No, this guy had definitely served time somewhere. Fucking hell. Could this day get any worse?
“Cold night, huh? But you two look awfully cozy.”
Jay forced himself to his feet despite exhaustion clawing at him like a feral cat. Not a chance he was about to do this sitting on his ass. “What the hell do you want?”
“That blanket looks nice and warm.”
“No fucking way. Get your own damn blanket.”
Jay’s whole body tensed waiting for the guy to react. When he did, it definitely wasn’t what Jay had expected. A fist to the face, maybe. But definitely not laughter.
“No worries. You don’t wanna share your blanket? I can think of other ways to keep warm.” His gaze slid past Jay, landing squarely on Em.
Oh no. No way in hell. This douchebag wanted to get anywhere near Em it would be over his dead body.
“You’re not touching her.” Jay kept his voice low, knowing that if he shouted it would only bring more unwanted attention.
“I don’t think you understand.” All of the humor had evaporated from the meathead’s voice. “I will be keeping warm tonight. One way or another.”
“The cold will be the least of your problems if you try and lay one hand on her.”
Jay was about ninety-nine percent positive this guy could kill him in his sleep on a normal day, but not now. Now he had something worth fighting for. Someone worth defending. Someone he’d kill for. Someone he’d die for. The thought hit him like a ton of bricks and he nearly staggered under the weight of it.