Katastrophe mit Kirschgeschmack by Anna Katmore

Teenage romance about first love and first kisses

Katastrophe mit kirschgeschmack

Als Tochter eines Generals hat es Samantha Summers mit siebzehn nicht gerade leicht. Von einem Kontinent zum anderen zu ziehen, mag ja helfen, vier Sprachen in Rekordzeit zu lernen, doch für das eigene Sozialleben ist es der Tod. Und als ihr in der neuen Schule dann auch noch dieser verboten süße Junge das Leben zur Hölle macht, möchte Sam die ganze Sache am liebsten hinschmeißen.

Aus völlig unbegreiflichen Gründen taucht dieser arrogante Mistkerl jedoch ständig in ihren Tagträumen auf. Und, Mann oh Mann, kann der küssen … auch außerhalb ihres Traums.

Genre: FICTION / Romance / New Adult

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary

Language: German

Keywords: love, teen, na, ya, love story, high school, contemporary

Word Count: 80000

Sample text:

I BANGED MY head against Ryan Hunter’s shoulder. “Kill me now!”

“Aw, why so tragic, booklover?” Hunter wrapped an arm around me and dragged me through the gate to the soccer field behind our high school. “It’s only for ten weeks. Grab a nice tearjerker, drool over Edward Twilight, and time will fly by.”

“Cullen.”

“What?”

“His name is Edward Cullen, not Edward Twilight.” I rolled my eyes. “And I read that one years ago.”

“Right. Whatever.” My team captain, with the teddy bear-brown eyes and roguish half-smile that made girls faint in droves when he walked past, patted my back. “I’m sure you’ll find another great book to keep yourself busy until you can play soccer with us again.”

I cast him a sharp sideways look. “Do you honestly want to know how many books I’ll have to read in that time to keep me sane?”

Ryan grimaced, running a hand through his chaotic, black hair. “Um, no.”

“Five hundred and seven—and then some.” Gah! “I hate Doctor Trooper. How could he do this to me?”

A laugh escaped Ryan. It was typical for him to sound so chilled out. Nothing fazed him, no matter how huge the problem. “Come on, Miller. It’s really not the end of the world.”

“You only say that because you don’t have to sit over there!” I pointed a thumb over my shoulder at the bench on the sidelines. But at the sight of Ryan’s helpless look and shrug, I forced down my frustration. It wasn’t his fault my leg was out of order for the winter season. That was courtesy of a girl player from the Riverfalls Rabid Wolves.


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