Title: Falling For Hadie
Author: Komal Kant
Published: Komal Kant/CreateSpace.
Where to buy: Amazon
Running away from his old life in New York City, Lincoln Bracks ends up in the small town of Statlen, Iowa. He isn’t interested in making friends or getting to know anyone. He just wants to keep his head down and disappear amongst the crowd. That was the plan anyway, until he meets Hadie Swinton.
Nursing a broken heart and the realization that the boy she’s loved her entire life isn’t Prince Charming, Hadie is set against ever falling for the same type of guy again. But when new boy, Lincoln, arrives in town, she discovers that this is easier said than done. Hadie assumes that Lincoln is a typical arrogant jock—he is good-looking, confident and charming—but when he doesn’t do anything she expects him to, she is intrigued by him against her better judgment.
There is definitely more to Lincoln than just a pretty face, but Lincoln is hiding something that he doesn’t want anybody to discover because when they do, they will never look at him the same again. Falling in love was the last thing Lincoln wanted to do, so how will he convince himself to fall out of it?
About the Author
Komal Kant is the author of IMPOSSIBLE, FALLING FOR HADIE, and the upcoming WRONG SIDE OF TOWN. She currently lives in Sydney, but wishes she lived all over the world. You can tell she is weird because her days are filled with talking to imaginary characters and trying to justify choosing Stefan over Damon.
Komal talks too much, laughs too loud, sings out-of-tune, and generally says inappropriate things at appropriate times. She is not-in-a-creepy-way obsessed with blood and gore, so The Walking Dead is probably her favourite show at the moment. She is overly enthusiastic about video games, Spiderman, Batman films, Byronic heroes, horror movies, baking, and pretty shoes
Once we were in the car, Hadie wound her way through some unfamiliar streets before driving onto the main road of the town where all the commercial buildings were. And by commercial buildings I meant a gas station and a few essential shops. At least they had a movie theater here.
Hadie pointed out the diner where she worked, her dad’s law firm, and the animal shelter that Estella volunteered at. For the most part, we both remained quiet. The silence wasn’t awkward though. It felt right; like we didn’t need to say unnecessary things or make pointless small-talk.
The only sound was coming from the radio. Hadie must’ve put it on for the sake of having some background noise because it wasn’t loud enough to really catch what was being said.
My ears perked up as a familiar song came on and I glanced over to see if Hadie had noticed.
Nope. She was still staring straight ahead, a twisted expression on her face that I couldn’t figure out.
It was her car and all and I should probably ask before touching the radio, but since she seemed distracted it didn’t seem like a big deal.
I reached over and turned up the volume, and Lovefool by The Cardigans filled the car. Leaning back in the seat again, I began humming along to the words.
Hadie shot me a quick look of surprise before focusing on the road again. “You did not just turn that up.”
A smile couldn’t stop itself from spreading across my face. “Why? I can turn it up if I want.”
“I bet you don’t even know the words,” she said with a frown.
“Mama tells me she wants a brother. That I should just stick to eating ham, a ham that truly deserves me…” I trailed off, the words escaping me.
The corner of Hadie’s mouth quirked up as if to say, “See, I knew you didn’t know the words.”
Not wanting to prove her right, I reached over again and turned up the volume full blast as the chorus came on.
Hadie flinched in her seat and shot me a withering look. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”
“CAN’T HEAR YOU. I’M BUSY.” I gestured at my ear and then closed my eyes as I began singing. “Want me, want me. I know you want me.” I opened up my eyes again to find that Hadie had pulled over on the side of the road. “Drool on me, drool on me. Just go on and drool on me.”
“You’re crazy,” Hadie mouthed at me.
With a shrug, I leaned in closer to her and saw her take a sharp intake of breath. “So I die, and I whine for you to want me, want me. Say that you want me.”
Hadie shook her head in disbelief, but there was a small smile growing on her face as I started dancing around in my seat, rolling my shoulders in time to the music. I knew I looked ridiculous and barely knew a single word to the song, but I didn’t care. That growing smile on Hadie’s face was worth it.
“COME ON. SING!” I yelled, “AND KEEP DRIVING.”
She shook her head again as though she couldn’t believe she was taking orders from a dancing, singing, crazy person like me. She pulled out from the curb and continued through the town.
As she drove, I noticed that she was bopping along to the song. There was a fun Hadie hidden underneath the reserved one; someone just had to dig it out of her.
“Want me, want me. Say that you want me…” I trailed off, looking at her expectantly.
“Hold me, hold me. Go on and scold me,” Hadie continued, and then burst out laughing. Her laughter sent thrills through me, and I couldn’t stop looking at her.
I mean, I didn’t want to stare at her like a weirdo, but seeing that broad grin on her face had knocked the wind right out of me. She’d been so serious and sad since I’d met her, but now she was being herself. And that made me happier than she would ever know.
We sang at the top of our lungs, our voices completely out of tune and our words not even slightly resembling the actual words of the song, but neither of us cared. Our version of the song was silly and ridiculous, but we sang right until the end, and when it finally ended we both leaned back against our seats with goofy smiles on our faces.
“Is this something you do with everyone?” Hadie finally asked, turning down the radio as some rap song came on.
“No,” I said sincerely, “just with you.”
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