Tracy Wolff releases her new book SHREDDED on February 4th — I hope you enjoy this first ever sneak peek –
Tracy: Hi, Everyone! I am so thrilled to bring you the first ever Extreme Wednesday. As some of you may
know, I’m launching a New Adult snowboarder series on February 3rd– the Extreme Risk series– and I thought it would be fun to introduce you to Z and Ophelia today, the main characters from the first book, Shredded.
In this intense and exhilarating New Adult series debut, a hotshot snowboarder and a rebel with a cause try to let go of the past—and find a future with each other.
Twenty-one-year-old professional snowboarder Z Michaels is the bad boy of Park City, Utah. He’s always had his pick of any girl in town—and on the competition circuit. But underneath his cool exterior is a young man in turmoil, trying to take the edge off tragedy by overindulging in sex and shredding the slopes. In fact, Z’s rash behavior is a thinly veiled attempt to blunt his emotional suffering with physical pain.
Ophelia Richardson isn’t like any girl Z has ever met. Though she’s from New Orleans, she’s no Southern belle—and she’s not shy about being miserable in frozen, godforsaken Park City. But after nearly dying in the same drag-racing accident that killed her boyfriend, she needs a place to heal, both physically and emotionally. The last thing Ophelia wants right now is a boyfriend—especially one as rich and reckless as Z. But Ophelia soon discovers that he isn’t what he seems. If anything, Z may be even more damaged than she is.
Feeling alone in the world, Z and Ophelia find a connection unlike any they’ve ever known. But their tormented pasts pull them in every direction, forcing their relationship into a downhill slide before it even begins—unless they can find the strength in each other to trust, grow, and love again.
And now, the sneak peek!!
By the time I get to the counter, the tension inside me has reached critical mass. Part of me expects my skin to split open under the pressure of it any second now.
Old guy has moved on, thank God, but now there’s a small line of people between me and new girl. I focus on her to the exclusion of everything else, take this shot at checking her over to block out the rest of my fucked up life.
She looks good up close, and even though she’s wearing jeans and a turtleneck, both items are tight enough that I can see just how smoking hot her body really is. Too bad we live in the snow ‘cuz this girl should never wear a coat.
I pass the time imagining what I’m going to do to her when I get her alone.
Where I want to touch.
Which spots I want to kiss. To lick. To bite.