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    Off the Hook: Faking It #3
    Off the Hook: Faking It #3
    Off the Hook: Faking It #3
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    Off the Hook: Faking It #3

    By Chloe Walsh

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    I've disgraced my family.
    They want to send me away.
    They want me gone.
    Out of sight, out of mind...
    Only one person stands in their way.
    Nathan.
    He has a decision to make.
    A life-altering choice.
    Can he do this?
    Does he want me?
    It's not just about us anymore.
    I'm a two for one deal...
    Off The Hook is the third installment of the Faking It series. Due to its explicit content, bad language, and graphic sexual content, Off The Hook is recommended for mature readers of seventeen years and above.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherChloe Walsh
    Release dateApr 11, 2017
    ISBN9781370406517
    Off the Hook: Faking It #3
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    Chloe Walsh

    Chloe Walsh is the USA Today bestselling author of the Boys of Tommen series. She has been writing and publishing new adult and adult contemporary romance for a decade. Her books have been translated into multiple languages. Animal lover, music addict, TV junkie, Chloe loves spending time with her family and is a passionate advocate for mental health awareness. Chloe lives in Cork, Ireland, with her family.

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      This was a bit of a sweet story. It drove me nuts on diabetes, however. Being a type I the bulk of my life, I was baffled at how inaccurate it was. When it was describing her as if she was having a low episode (or maybe high?), she was given insulin which would have sent her into a coma (if her sugar was low). I was beyond miffed when he gave her a shot when she was dizzy and THEN gave her the emergency juice. Also, insulin isn't like taking heroin. It doesn't just start working immediately especially if the individual is extremely high. You also do not just come out of a low with all the energy in the world. Going on an insulin pump doesn't mean you are 'bad'. It's a personal preference and a matter of what works best for the individual. There also is no "bad kind" of diabetes. That is probably one of the most annoying assumptions I come across. Furthermore, a type I would either be induced early or have a scheduled C section. Due to blood sugar fluctuations during pregnancy, babies tend to be on the larger side. Finally, her inability to keep up with her fluctuations would have made for a difficult and often dangerous pregnancy. While it is absolutely true a type I can have babies, it is still 'high risk' and therefore continuously monitored to ensure a safe outcome for both mother and child. That part of the story just sucked some enjoyment out of it for me. Authors should always research before writing about something so prevalent in society.

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    Off the Hook - Chloe Walsh

    Off the Hook

    OFF THE HOOK

    FAKING IT #3

    CHLOE WALSH

    The right of Chloe Walsh to be identified as the Author of the work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright and Related Rights Act 2000.

    All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means – electronic, mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system – without the prior written permission of the publisher, nor be otherwise circulated in any form or binding or cover than that in which it is published and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.

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    Published by Chloe Walsh

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    Off the Hook,

    Faking it #3,

    First published, April 2017

    All rights reserved. ©

    Cover designed by Lou Stock.

    Edited by Aleesha Davis.

    Proofread by: Brooke Bowen Hebert.

    DISCLAIMER

    This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

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    Chloe Walsh is in no way affiliated with any of the brands, songs, musicians or artists mentioned in this book.

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    PREFACE

    Contentment wasn’t something I had ever known much about growing up in a town as tight knit and narrow minded as Springhill.

    Putting up with the challenges life threw at me and being content with life were two entirely different feelings.

    I had put up with a lot while living in my parents’ house, but I had never once felt contentment. Suffocating and withering inside was how I spent the majority of my childhood feeling. Being strong wasn’t my forte and being outspoken could cost me my freedom.

    I was a ghost.

    Just a ghost.

    Like a bird in a cage, I had complied. I had lived the life of a caged animal, taking scraps I was given, and never daring to push for more.

    Until him.

    Until Nathan Cole.

    THE PAST

    ANDI

    AGE 5

    JACKSON BROUGHT A NEW friend home today.

    They spent all afternoon in the backyard, building a fort. I wasn’t sure about this boy. He wasn’t like the rest of the kids on our street. No, this boy was different. His black hair was all floppy sticking out in forty different directions and the jeans he had on were muddy and grass stained at the knee. He had these big ole brown eyes and a real friendly smile, but he made me nervous. He was tall too. Much taller than Jackson. He made my belly do these strange flip-flops inside.

    It was weird.

    And he cussed too. I heard him say dang and shit and even the f-word.

    Our father said we weren't 'posed to be friends with any of the kids from Riverside, but Jackson had brought him here anyway. I was kind of scared for Jackson. If Momma woke up and came downstairs there'd be trouble. If she told on Jackson, he'd get a whooping when Daddy got home from his trip…

    Yo, Andi-Pandy! Jackson called out and I jumped with fright. You mind passing me that hammer over there?

    I looked across the garden at my brother and I quickly shook my head. The hammer Jackson wanted was right beside me, but I didn’t want to get in trouble with Daddy. I was real scared of my father, and my momma too, but Daddy was much worse. He made my palms sweat and my teeth chatter.

    I'm busy, I called out from the bottom step of the deck as I continued coloring in my Barbie coloring book.

    I concentrated real hard on staying between the lines. This was my favorite picture in the book. It was the one of Barbie in her wedding dress. It was a real pretty dress too. Like the princesses in the movies...

    Are you scared of me or something?

    The sound of the boy's thick, southern accent close by distracted me and I jumped – and ended up going over the line.

    Disappointed with myself, I sighed heavily and placed my coloring book and crayon on the step beside me.

    Sorry, the boy mumbled, noticing my mistake. Didn’t mean to spook you. He reached around me and retrieved the hammer before sinking down on the step beside me.

    I shrugged and placed my hands on my lap. It's okay.

    Why're you staring at me? I finally worked up the courage to ask. I felt really confused right now, but I didn’t know why, and that made it even more confusing. My belly jolted around again too.

    I ain’t never seen a girl like you before. He frowned as he stared hard at my face. You've got hair like snow.

    I've never seen snow before, I whispered.

    Me neither, he added, still looking at me with his big brown eyes. He had dirt on his cheek and smelled like freshly cut grass. What's your name?

    Adriana Davis.

    He nodded. I'm Nathan Cole, but my friends call me Nate. He smiled at me. He had white, straight teeth. You can too – call me Nate, I mean. You don’t gotta be scared of me…

    Jackson's gonna get in big trouble for bringing you here, Nathan Cole, I blurted out then as I looked up at him. We're not 'posed to play with the kids from Riverside.

    His smile turned sad then. And why's that?

    My Daddy says everyone from Riverside is dangerous and trouble makers.

    Nathan Cole was quiet for a long time before saying, And what do you think, Adriana Davis? He looked at me as he spoke in a soft voice. Do you think I'm dangerous?

    I thought about it. I think you're nice.

    He smiled again. Good.

    Are you dangerous, Nathan Cole? I asked. Are you a troublemaker?

    Not to you, was all he replied.

    NATE

    AGE 6

    Momma, I met a girl today! I called out the second I burst through the door of our trailer.

    Jackson's sister was all I could think about the whole way home. "She's real pretty and she smells like a real girl too."

    All girls smell the same, Nathan. My sister Kim teased from where she was doing her homework on the couch.

    Not this one, I assured her. This girl is different. I think I'm gonna keep her.

    You're such a little weirdo, Kim shot back with a roll of her eyes. Girls aren’t like cats and dogs, Nate. You can't keep one because you decide you like her.

    Well, I'm gonna keep this one, I shot back defiantly. And you ain’t gonna stop me, Kimmie.

    Oh yeah? Kim slapped the cover of her book closed and grinned at me. And how are you going to do that?

    I jutted out my chin. I'll bring her some flowers and be her very best friend. Yeah, that would do it. And I'll share my lunch with her.

    Kim's smile broadened. You're almost too cute, kid.

    She'll wanna keep me too, right?

    Absolutely, my sister assured me. All the girls are gonna wanna keep you, Nathan Cole.

    I don’t want no other girls. I scrunched my nose up at the thought. Just that one.

    What's he yapping on about? Momma demanded, appearing from her bedroom.

    Kim didn’t look happy anymore. Nathan has a crush, Momma. Kim looked mad now, but she was still talking in a really nice voice. It confused me. I was telling him that any girl would be lucky to have him as her friend.

    Momma snorted. Who's the girl?

    Andi, I answered proudly. And she's got white hair, Momma. It ain’t even yellow. I threw my hands up in excitement. It's all white!

    Andi? Kim smiled. Your friend Jackson Davis's little sister?

    Uh-huh. I nodded happily. She said she thinks I'm really nice too.

    "You think the Davis girl's gonna wanna hang around with you? Momma threw her head back and laughed then. Boy, you must have rocks in that head of yours."

    I glared at my mother. It's not funny.

    Don’t listen to her, Nathan, Kim said defensively.

    Don’t be filling his head with nonsense, Kim, Momma shot back before turning her attention back to me. Now listen here, boy. You ain’t never gonna be friends with that girl.

    But…

    No buts, Momma interrupted, staggering a little. Girls like that Davis girl don’t hang around with boys like you. Now go on outside and play with Dallas.

    I don’t wanna play with Dallas, I grumbled. I wanna play with Andi.

    It ain’t happening, boy. Now scram, Momma hissed, nudging me towards the door. You'll thank me for this when you're older.

    NATE

    AGE 10

    Dammit, Nate, you should’ve said no. Jackson glowered at me, his cheeks stained red. Now, I'm gonna have to watch after her all day.

    She's not a baby, Jacko, I defended as I glanced over my shoulder at the pigtailed blonde chasing after us. Our eyes met and my heart thumped hard against my chest, making me feel a little queasy. She's only a year younger than us, I added, rubbing the sore patch on my chest.

    I was really looking forward to this, he muttered, kicking the dirt with the toe of his sneaker. Small pebbles and stones scattered from the impact. "Now, I'm gonna have to worry about

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