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The Truth About Jack
Author: Jody Gehrman
Genre: YA Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 14, 2015
Publisher: Entangled Crush
Description:
Hurt and viciously betrayed, Dakota pours out her heart on a piece of paper, places it in a
bottle, and hurls it into the ocean. But it doesn't quite go where she expects...
Jack Sauvage finds the bottle washed up on the shore and responds to Dakota's letter. Except what if his straight-laced life doesn’t jive with the free-spirited girl he’s only seen from afar? As Jack creates a persona he believes she’ll love, they slowly fall for each other with each new letter. Now Jack is trying to find a way to make this delicate, on-paper romance happen in real life...without revealing his deception.
catch in my throat. I’m not a mystic or anything. Fate has never struck me as an especially
appealing concept. Most of the time I’d much rather think I’m in charge, even if I’m fooling
myself. But when I see her there, some goofy romantic part of me believes this is meant to
happen. That I was supposed to see her this morning in that cafe, at the very least, and
somehow that makes me happy.
Aside from a couple of kayakers tooling around in the river, we’ve got the entire beach to
ourselves. She must have parked in the other lot because I didn’t see her Volvo when we
drove up. Do I have the nerve to talk to her? As soon as the question forms, I know the
answer: No way. I wasn’t always like this. Freshman year, I dated the cutest girl in school,
Lucy Hazelwood. She was a sophomore, president of her class—an older woman. She made
that prim pleated skirt and those bright white knee socks look positively illegal; everyone at
our Catholic school lusted after her. I fell hard for Lucy, and I thought she fell for me. After
Will died, though, she avoided me, as if having a dead best friend might be contagious.
I couldn’t help but wonder if what she’d really liked about me all along was the legendary
wealth of my family, the prestige of the Sauvage name. Between my mom’s massive
inheritance and the success of Sauvage Vineyards, everyone in Sonoma County equates my
family with big money. Lucy was always hinting about expensive jewelry or handbags she
coveted. If I didn’t take the hint she’d pout for days. I was fourteen years old, not exactly
rolling in expendable cash. Besides, it felt weird having to prove my love with expensive
trinkets. My suspicions about Lucy were probably right, because two weeks after I left Saint
Mary’s, she hooked up with Todd Bellagio, a senior who drove a tricked out Porsche. I pretty
much swore off love after that. Losing my best friend and my first love in the same messed-up month was enough to send my heart into deep freeze.
Dakota stands suddenly, yanking me back to the present. The tall, pale grass whips around
her legs. I can see she’s rolled up her jeans and taken off her shoes. There’s something in her
hands - a wine bottle? Is she drinking? It’s not even noon. She walks with quick, purposeful
strides down the sloping dune toward the ocean, her legs moving quickly. There it is again,
that determined gait, like a little solider marching into battle. On impulse, I hide behind the
nearest rock, ducking down and peeking over the top. I know, lame. The old me, the pre-Lucy me, would just stroll right up to her and introduce myself. Something about the situation feels too private for that, though, like I’d be intruding on her solitude.
From my hiding place, I watch her run toward the ocean like she intends to charge right in.
Of course that’s ridiculous. She’s fully clothed, the waves are monstrous, and the water’s so
cold she’d probably die of hypothermia. Still, the way she hurls herself down the beach,
shoulders tipping forward, legs flying, it’s easy to believe she’ll launch herself into the
churning surf. To my relief, she stops abruptly just as her bare feet touch the water’s edge.
Then, as the wave retreats, she runs with it, chasing the foam. I can feel myself smiling as I
watch. There’s something childlike about her movements, the emphatic stomp of her feet as
she splashes, arms outstretched as if preparing to take flight. She moves with the grace of an
animal, unselfconscious, sensual. I’ve never seen anyone quite like her, someone who doesn’t think before she acts.
her legs. I can see she’s rolled up her jeans and taken off her shoes. There’s something in her
hands - a wine bottle? Is she drinking? It’s not even noon. She walks with quick, purposeful
strides down the sloping dune toward the ocean, her legs moving quickly. There it is again,
that determined gait, like a little solider marching into battle. On impulse, I hide behind the
nearest rock, ducking down and peeking over the top. I know, lame. The old me, the pre-Lucy me, would just stroll right up to her and introduce myself. Something about the situation feels too private for that, though, like I’d be intruding on her solitude.
From my hiding place, I watch her run toward the ocean like she intends to charge right in.
Of course that’s ridiculous. She’s fully clothed, the waves are monstrous, and the water’s so
cold she’d probably die of hypothermia. Still, the way she hurls herself down the beach,
shoulders tipping forward, legs flying, it’s easy to believe she’ll launch herself into the
churning surf. To my relief, she stops abruptly just as her bare feet touch the water’s edge.
Then, as the wave retreats, she runs with it, chasing the foam. I can feel myself smiling as I
watch. There’s something childlike about her movements, the emphatic stomp of her feet as
she splashes, arms outstretched as if preparing to take flight. She moves with the grace of an
animal, unselfconscious, sensual. I’ve never seen anyone quite like her, someone who doesn’t think before she acts.
I wonder what it’s like to feel that free.
Jody Gehrman is a native of Northern California, where she can be found writing, teaching, reading, or obsessing over her three cats most days. She is also the author of ten novels and numerous award-winning plays. Her Young Adult novels include The Truth About Jack, Audrey's Guide to Black Magic, Audrey's Guide to Witchcraft, Babe in Boyland, Confessions of a Triple Shot Betty, and Triple Shot Bettys in Love. Babe in Boyland was optioned by the Disney Channel and won the International Reading Association's Teen Choice Award. Her adult novels are Bombshell, Notes from the Backseat, Tart, and Summer in the Land of Skin. Her plays have been produced in Ashland, New York, San Francisco, Chicago and L.A. She and her partner David Wolf won the New Generation Playwrights Award for their one-act, Jake Savage, Jungle P.I. She is a professor of English and Communication Studies at Mendocino College. 
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