#Hashtag #Hop Day Seven – #Selfie Excerpt
Its the LAST DAY of the #Hashtag #Hop - the blog hop where its all things #Hashtag and where we celebrate the release of
Hashtag Series Book #4 #SELFIE!
#Hashtag #Hop 4-1-1
Dates: May 18-24
Something different everyday!
Day One: Braeden
Day Two: Romeo
Day Three: Rimmel
Day Four: Ivy
Day Five: #BuzzBoss
Day Six: FAQ Video
Day Seven: Bonus Material for #Selfie/Exclusive Excerpt
PLUS A GIVEAWAY!! (enter Below!)
If The Hashtag Series became a movie:
Wouldn't the hashtag series be awesome on the big screen?
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I was feeling pissy.
Rome could tell, I knew, but thankfully, he didn’t try to distract me or talk me out of it. It wouldn’t have worked anyway. Sometimes a guy just felt pissed.
Okay. Sometimes I just felt pissed.
I hefted the last of the girls’ shit down the stairs and out into the driveway. Why women needed so much stuff I had no idea. I mean, hell, they walked around in tiny-ass bikinis all week, not like they needed the fifty pounds of crap they brought with them. Except for Rim, of course. She had one bag, one full-coverage swimsuit, and one thankful big brother.
“That everything?” Romeo asked when Trent and I handed over the last of the haul.
“I hope the hell so,” I replied.
Trent snickered. “Dude, I don’t even want to know what’s in those bags.”
Rimmel came down the steps with a list in her hand and stopped beside me. I glanced down to see the checklist the rental company left of all the things that needed to be taken care of before we left. “Everything is done,” she stated.
I noted the neat checkmarks beside each item and smiled. “Only you would find homework on spring break.”
She elbowed me in the gut, and I made a sound like it hurt. It didn’t, but I didn’t want to make her feel bad. It wasn’t her fault she was harmless as a fly.
“Sweet. Let’s go, then. The airport is waiting,” Romeo said.
Trent glanced at the red convertible. “You sure we’re all gonna fit in there?”
“Like sardines in a can,” I muttered.
“We’ll make it work,” Romeo said.
“Easy for you to say. You’re driving,” I cracked.
He gave me the finger.
“I’ll sit in the back because I’m smaller. One of you guys can take the front,” Rimmel offered.
Technically, we had one person too many for the car. However, instead of calling a cab or renting anything else, we were just going to put the extra person in the back. It was illegal, but who the hell cared?
Missy and Ivy came out the door and started down the steps. Ivy was moving slow and Missy kept her pace, holding her arm like she was an old lady with a broken hip.
“Move your ass, Blondie!” I yelled. “We’re gonna miss our flight.”
“Braeden!” Rimmel scolded me. “She’s hurt.”
I grunted. “It takes a lot more than a bottle cap to take that one down.”
From the stairs, Ivy told me to go suck an egg. I looked back at Rimmel and lifted an eyebrow. “She’s so delicate.”
Rimmel glared at me, and I knew I was about to get a lecture. God help me. If any other woman tried to lecture me, I’d tell ‘em to piss off. But Rim was different. She’d somehow gotten her way in my heart and made a place there. I was really good at keeping women out of there, but this was different. This wasn’t a romantic type of love; it was family. She was family.
In my pocket, my cell rang. “Sorry, sis, I gotta take this,” I said, trying to sound so sad I would miss her instructions (okay, I didn’t sound sad at all) and pulled it out.
It was my mom.
“Mom,” I answered and turned away from the group.
“Hi, Braeden, honey,” she said. “I’m just calling to make sure everything is still on schedule with your flight home.”
I was twenty-one years old and my mom still called to check up on me. She’d probably still do it when I turned fifty. “We’re heading to the airport now, Mom. Everything’s good.”
“Okay, well, you boys have a safe flight. And Rimmel, too.”
I expected her to say her usual good-bye and end the call. But she hesitated.
“Mom?” I intoned. “Is something wrong?”
“Oh, no,” she laughed, but it was strained. “I just miss you is all.”
“I’ll stop by once I get settled back on campus.” Or maybe I’d just swing by on the way from the airport. I didn’t like to think of her sitting around worrying about me. Or being lonely.
She’d wanted me to live at home when I went to college, and I did freshman year, but I wanted to live in the dorm. I wanted a little more freedom, some space that was just mine. So I moved on campus. Sometimes I felt bad about it.
“I’ll look forward to it,” Mom said, breaking into my thoughts.
“Cool. I gotta go or we’ll be late. I’ll call you when we land.” I turned back to everyone. Trent was helping Ivy into the car, his hand on the small of her back.
I shoved the phone back into my pocket and went to the car. Trent was getting ready to squeeze himself in the backseat with the girls.
“You want the front, dude?” I asked.
“Nah, you can take it,” he replied.
I slid into the front and spun the hat on my head so it wasn’t backward anymore and then pulled it low on my forehead. The inside of this car felt like a pair of jeans with too much ass in them.
I ignored the chattering of everyone in the back as Romeo pulled away from the house and onto the main road. The vacay had been a fun time. And last night…
Well, I wasn’t going to think about that anymore.
Ten minutes down the road, a bare foot came up between the seats and rested on the center console between Rome and me. I glanced over and caught a flash of red polished toes and the edge of a Band-Aid.
“Your feet stink,” I snapped.
“Who sprinkled the bitch in your coffee this morning?” Ivy retorted.
I sat up, leaned around the seat, and stared at her from beneath my hat. She was in the middle with Missy, poor Rim squished up against the door, and Trent was on the other side of Ivy. Her hair was falling around her shoulders and her arms were crossed over her chest.
I felt our eyes connect; even with my hat partially blocking my gaze, my eyes still found a way to fix on hers. A shock of awareness jolted me, like a shot of tequila that lit a fire all the way from my throat to my stomach and then fanned out to coat my limbs.
Ivy’s teeth sank into her lower lip, and I had an acute memory of sucking it into my mouth and licking over it with my tongue.
There was no way she could know what I was thinking. I gave not one indication. Still, her body tensed and she pulled back her foot, withdrawing as far away from me as she could.
The Hashtag Series #4
It’s all about the #selfie.
She was the one girl I never wanted.
Until I had her.
Something we both wanted to forget.
I got rid of the proof. The one piece of evidence that could remind us both.
At least I thought I did.
When it shows up on the school Buzzfeed rumors fly. Friendships are tested and the feels get real.
I don’t do relationships. I don’t open my heart.
Especially for a girl everyone knows I hate.
What happens at spring break, stays at spring break.
Until it follows you home.
Cambria Hebert is a bestselling novelist of more than twenty books. She went to college for a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t pick a major, and ended up with a degree in cosmetology. So rest assured her characters will always have good hair.
Besides writing, Cambria loves a caramel latte, staying up late, sleeping in, and watching movies. She considers math human torture and has an irrational fear of chickens (yes, chickens). You can often find her running on the treadmill (she’d rather be eating a donut), painting her toenails (because she bites her fingernails), or walking her chorkie (the real boss of the house).
Cambria has written within the young adult and new adult genres, penning many paranormal and contemporary titles. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense. A few of her most recognized titles are: Text, Torch, Tryst, Masquerade, and Recalled.
Cambria Hebert owns and operates Cambria Hebert Books, LLC.
I really hope that you all enjoyed the #Hashtag #Hop and learning all about the characters and series!! Thank you so much for all your support and thanks so much for reading!#SELFIE REMINDER:
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