Must Read Faster: Blog Tour: Alpha Girl

Paranormal Romance

Date Published: April 1, 2013

Best-selling and independent Australian author, Kate Bloomfield, has successfully made a name for herself in the world of self-publishing at just twenty-three years old. Her newest and most precious book yet, Alpha Girl, is a controversial Paranormal Romance between a student and teacher. A book not for those easily offended.

Seventeen year old Rose Goldman is highly unpopular in the little town of Halfway. Ever since the 'attack' when she was a girl, people and animals have been afraid of her. She gets bullied in school, and called 'wet dog' because of the way she smells, despite being extremely hygienic. However, life takes a turn when a new teacher starts at Halfway High. Mr. Stone, the quirky and charismatic English teacher is twice Rose's age, but she feels an unexplainable pull towards him from day one. Despite her better judgement, Rose pursues a friendship with Mr. Stone, who seems unable to stay away from her.

What is pulling this unlikely pair together?

Chapter Four: (Excerpt)

As Mr. Stone drank his coffee I observed what he was wearing today. It was no different to the usual. He wore a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches. It was a little too big for him. The shirt underneath had an ugly paisley pattern on it.

I did not hide my gaze as I looked around the table to see his pants, which were a type of brown velvet. He wore the same lace-up boat shoes as usual, this time with no socks.

‘What?’ he said a little embarrassed as I scrutinized his attire.

‘You dress so strange,’ I said, leaning back against the booth and observing him.

He smiled and sipped his coffee. ‘Do I?’

‘Yeah … it’s eccentric. Like a mad professor.’

Mr. Stone chuckled, his emerald eyes twinkling, reflecting the streetlights outside. ‘Don’t you like the way I dress?’

I frowned, considering it for a moment. I liked it very much, indeed. ‘I think it suits you,’ I said.

‘Would you like to know a secret?’ he asked, leaning forwards.

‘I’m not good at keeping secrets,’ I replied.

Mr. Stone raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. ‘I do all my shopping at the thrift-store.’

I feigned a look of shock. ‘Really? I would never have guessed.’

He laughed. ‘All right, no need to get smart.’

Perhaps Mr. Stone is poor, I thought. After all, he was a little rough around the edges, not to mention his car was about to fall apart. It would be rude to ask though.

‘I promise not to tell a soul,’ I said, tracing an ‘X’ over my heart.

Mr. Stone rolled his eyes and drained the rest of his cup.