A Dream Within A Dream: If You Only Knew Blog Tour: Excerpt + Giveaway

If You Only Knew
Author: Prerna Pickett
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Publication Date: February 11, 2020
Publisher: Swoon Reads

Description:

A boy recently released from jail and the daughter of a prosecutor fall for each other against the odds in this YA novel.

Corey has just been released from jail, and all he wants is a new beginning. But when his former gang comes knocking, Corey agrees to vandalize the home of Kent Hopper, the prosecutor who put him away.

To erase the guilt she carries from getting away with a crime, Tessa spends most of her nights riding her motorcycle. When she catches Corey destroying her father’s car, she doesn’t see a criminal: She sees a way to finally right her own wrongs. So instead of turning Corey over to the police, she convinces her father to give Corey a second chance.

As Tessa and Corey spend more time with each other, it becomes difficult to ignore the pull between them. But they’re both keeping secrets, and when those secrets come to light, they’ll each have to face their demons in order to have a future together.

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Vance unzipped the backpack he’d thrown onto the concrete floor when we’d first broken into the garage. He lifted a can of spray paint and tossed it to me. I thought they’d used all of them on the house.

“And that’s not all.” He tipped over the bag to show me the other cans he’d brought along. “Do your thing, Picasso.”

I should have known. Vance let me stay back while Drew and Jaimie worked on spraying the house and breaking windows earlier. He’d led me into a false sense of security, and now I knew why.

This was the finale. And I was conducting it.

I slipped on the painting mask and took in a deep breath. The familiar shape of the can held easier in my hand than the bat. The metal ball bearing clanged as I shook the can and squatted down. A hiss and my hands glided against the side of the car as I directed the flow of the paint, shaping it, creating. I was the master and the paint was my bitch.

Jaime and Drew tipped over the boxes sitting on the metal shelves, the sound ricocheting against the walls. Papers flew around me; one landed on my head before floating to the floor. But I couldn’t be bothered. I was in the zone. This was my aerosol- ridden heaven.

Every now and then, a crunch or squeal of broken glass managed to disturb my work but not enough to knock me out of the high I felt when painting.

Vance pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the flame flickering in the dark, showcasing the scar that sank on his left cheek. He never got his hands dirty with stuff like this. He made sure it got done, that we didn’t back down.

I ground my teeth and went back to work, spraying the finishing touches to my masterpiece.

An ache lanced along my muscles. I stood up and rubbed my shoulders, pulling my hoodie up over my head. June nights in Pennsylvania could be suffocating, but I didn’t want to risk being recognized and my dark sweatshirt did the job.

I cleared my throat. “We should get out of here.”