Under My Skin
by Laura Diamond
Published by: Swoon Reads
Publication date: April 12th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
In a split-second, everything changes
BLURB
Bookish Brit Adam Gibson is one
wonky heartbeat away from a fatal arrhythmia. But staying alive requires Adam
to become keenly focused on both his pulse and the many different daily
medications he must take in exactly the right dosages. Adam’s torn between
wanting to live and knowing that someone else must die in order for him to do
so. He needs a new heart.
The pressure is getting to him.
Adam stops talking to his friends back home, refuses to meet kids at his new
school, and shuts his parents out entirely. His days are spent wondering if can
cope with having a dead man’s heart beating inside his chest, or if he should
surrender to the thoughts of suicide swirling around in his head.
And then a donor is found…
Outspoken artist Darby Fox rarely
lets anything stand in her way of achieving her goals . Whether it’s painting,
ignoring her homework (dyslexia makes a mess out of words anyway), kissing a
hot boy she doesn’t even know, or taking the head cheerleader down a peg , no
one has ever accused Darby of being a shy. She also happens to be the twin
sister to a perfect brother with good looks, good grades, manners, and the
approval of their parents – something Darby has never had.
Darby’s always had bad timing .
She picks the worst time to argue with her brother Daniel. In a car with bald
tires, on an icy road in the freezing cold, the unthinkable happens. In a
split-second, everything changes forever.
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ADAM:
Right now, I’m nothing more than a
sixteen-year-old in a physical rehabilitation room with ancient relics who
could probably beat me at arm wrestling. Hell, they could probably beat me in a
competition of mall walking.
A layer of sweat creeps across my upper
lip. Damn mask. I tug it under my chin and take a deep breath of real air.
Relief floods me, though my heart continues to pump faster and faster. My pulse
rushes in my ears.
I close my eyes, but nothing can dull
the competing scents of stale body odor, cleaning fluid, and overused
equipment.
This place sucks.
I keep pumping my legs. What would it
be like to ride a real bicycle in a park on a summer day? How serene it would
be to glide past pastures of green grass, to skim under shade trees, and a
pause at a pond to catch the sunset. I almost feel the wind dragging through my
hair. All of a sudden I feel lighter, freer. I’m normal. Healthy.
Whole.
“I’ve never seen someone so happy to be
excercising.” A girl’s voice tears through my fantasy.
My eyes fly open. I’m face to face with
a petite girl wearing a plastic collar around her neck. Her baggy black t-shirt
and gray sweatpants are covered in paint stains. Her crystal blue eyes study me
with curiosity, a striking compliment to the cobalt streaks in her black hair.
I stop pedaling, struck by the clarity
of those inquisitive eyes. I open my mouth, but have no idea what to say so I
close it again. Lamest of the lame.
The right side of her mouth ticks up.
“The silent type. I like it.”
I blink.
She slides her fingers along the
machine’s center console then rubs them together, testing for dust. “Okay,
Mister Tall, Dark, and Quiet. You got a real name?”
“I, um…” I clear my throat.
“Um is not a name.”
We’re face to face with me sitting and
her standing, yet it’s like she’s peering down at me from a tower. “A-Adam. My
name is Adam.”
“Adam. Like Adam and Eve?”
“No, I mean, I guess.”
“Is that a yes or no?” She laughs. It’s
one of those wow-this-bloke-has-no-idea-how-to-talk-to-girls laughs.
Heat builds in my cheeks. A bead of
sweat slides from my temple down my cheek. My hold slips on the bike’s handles.
“What’s your name?”
She shifts her
weight. “I’m Darby.”
DARBY:
I force myself to take my time over to
the plastic utensil dispenser, but I let myself rush—a little—back to the
table. And Adam.
“Here.” I offer him a spoon.
Our fingers brush against each other.
My skin tingles from the contact.
“Thank you.” He stares up at me. The
light above him catches his eyes. They’re a color I’ve never seen before, a
mixture of blue, green, and brown. Didn’t look that way yesterday. Chameleon
eyes. Beautiful.
I sit, trying to settle the somersaults
in my stomach. A simple idea hits me: Paint them.
Guilt stomps it out. How can I think
about picking up a paintbrush when my brother is dead? He’ll never shoot a
basketball again, or drive his precious car, or get the sports scholarship
Dad’s been rooting for. I don’t have a right to enjoy anything if he can’t.
“You all right?” Adam asks.
I chew on the spoon. “Y-yeah…Hey, you
wear contacts?”
“No. Why?” The lean muscles in his
forearms ripple and the tendons in his hands work as he fiddles with the ice
cream container.
I sort out the color combinations I’d
have to mix to get just the right shades to match his irises. I can almost feel
my fingertips sliding across a blank canvas, reading it, urging it to tell me
its story. My fingers twitch, aching to hold a brush again. Can I?
Author Info
Laura Diamond is a board
certified psychiatrist currently specializing in emergency psychiatry. She is
also an author of all things young adult—both contemporary and paranormal. An
avid fan of sci-fi, fantasy, and anything magical, she thrives on quirk, her
lucid dreams, and coffee. When she’s not working or writing, she can be found
sniffing books and drinking a latte at the bookstore or at home pondering
renovations on her 225 year old fixer upper, all while obeying her feline
overlords, of course.
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