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    Poisoned Apple
    Poisoned Apple
    Poisoned Apple
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    Poisoned Apple

    By Katherine McIntyre

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    Snow White’s a goth and Prince Charming’s a jerk.

    On Neve’s eighteenth birthday, her stepmother kicks her out. A group of diner rats offer her refuge—including Brendan, who offers his couch for her to crash on. But the more time she spends with him, the more he confuses her. One second, he’s kissing her. The next he’s pushing her away.

    Believing her life has reached rock bottom, Neve struggles to ditch her “damaged girl” label. But when she uncovers the truth about her life, she’s rocked to her very foundation. Will Neve be able to hold on to the good things coming her way, or will her bad luck poison everything?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDecadent Publishing
    Release dateJan 1, 2015
    ISBN9781613337837
    Poisoned Apple
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    Katherine McIntyre

    Strong women. Strong words. Katherine McIntyre is a feisty chick with a big attitude despite her short stature. She writes stories featuring snarky women, ragtag crews, and men with bad attitudes—high chance for a passionate speech thrown into the mix. As an eternal geek and tomboy who’s always stepped to her own beat, she’s made it her mission to write stories that represent the broad spectrum of people out there, from different cultures and races to all varieties of men and women. Easily distracted by cats and sugar.

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      Poisoned Apple - Katherine McIntyre

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      This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      Poisoned Apple

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      Copyright © 2015 by Katherine McIntyre

      ISBN: 978-1-61333-783-7

      Cover art by Cora Graphics

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      Dedication

      To my friends and family for all their wonderful support and especially to my husband Rob who suffers through all the early drafts.

      Chapter One

      Neve knew this day would come. She’d been dreading it the past year, wondering what would happen and, for the life of her, unable to hazard a guess as to where the future would take her. After spending the past weeks worrying and hours in front of her computer screen talking to Internet strangers who had given her little useful advice, she’d grown wearier each day. At last, it had arrived—her eighteenth birthday.

      Tugging at the spiked collar around her neck, she stole a glance at the front door of the house she’d grown up in. The peach siding created a gorgeous contrast to the stucco walls and the dark-brown roof tiles—a fairytale house in a fairytale suburban neighborhood. She rolled her eyes. Too bad life had been anything but.

      She’d never wanted any of this, but such was life. Her dad hadn’t asked when he’d ditched. No, he’d pranced out of the closet and ran off with his lover, leaving her with Veronica.

      Her neck itched from too much sun. She’d been out here two hours, pacing around her cul-de-sac one hundred thirteen times since she’d returned from her shift at the café and, so far, had accomplished nothing. Her stomach clenched with the stark hollowness of what would happen the moment she walked through that door. Inside, Veronica would be waiting. As much as she hated confrontation and knew in her gut trouble was brewing, she’d have to deal with her stepmother at some point and was better off handling this mess without a bad case of sunburn. Neve let out a weary sigh then trekked up the paved walkway to her front door. Time to face the beast.

      The moment she stepped inside, goose bumps prickled her skin from the blast of air conditioning. This place was too quiet. Even the usual sound of Veronica’s soap, Too Many Children, was missing. On a regular day, Neve would hide in her room with her earbuds in, Finnish death metal cranked to the highest volume to drown out the wooden acting and dramatic elevator music of Veronica’s crap. The dense silence didn’t bode well.

      From a far corner of the house came a steady tap.

      Not a drip of water or creak from worn floorboards. This was a purposeful sound as regular as a ticking clock. Neve eased toward the noise.

      Based on the echo, it came from the study, one of the few places she used since her father’s book collection still remained there. Veronica was one of those bright little flowers who didn’t read—probably why Dad had chosen her in the first place all whopping two years and sixty-five days ago. The woman had been too dull to figure out he batted for the other team.

      Swarovski vases glittered from the mantelpiece in the living room under the dusky rays of the afternoon sun. As she walked past, Neve clenched her jaw, tempted as always to dash them to the floor. Veronica wasted her money on flash—Gucci bags, Louboutin heels, whatever brand name, designer thing she could latch her manicured nails onto—leaving Neve to pay the bills. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her threadbare cargos, she hunched forward and headed for the study.

      As she trod down the worn carpeting of her house, the tapping grew louder. Her childhood home. Yet, in the hellishly long year and seven days since her dad had left, her former home belonged to Veronica, from the new interior paint choices to the overblown elegant décor that came off cheesy in this suburban house.

      Thirteen steps until I face Veronica.

      She tightened her ponytail in an attempt to ready herself for the onslaught.

      Five steps left.

      Dipping into her purse, she slipped on all five of her rings, a variety of crosses and skulls.

      Two steps.

      The breath she’d been holding escaped as the situation settled into her bones.

      Neve reached the landing. Squaring her shoulders, she marched straight down the hall to the first open doorway on her right. Most of the time, the study was one of her favorite places in the world. The huge windows let thick rays of sunlight pour onto the rosy hardwood, and dust caught the light like tiny fairies. A perfect place to read and escape. Today, however, black curtains covered the windows, casting the room into shadow. As she stepped inside, the mustiness of old books grew stifling, the air already thick with tension. Her father’s old desk, one of those big mahogany monstrosities, was usually left unused since Neve preferred to curl up on the plush loveseat with a book rather than craning over a desk in some stiff-backed chair. Veronica sat in said chair, her toe tapping a percussive beat on the hardwood floor. Her sharp blue eyes were clear, her thin lips almost disappearing into a hard frown. Her stepmother’s expression was familiar. Veronica ranged from miffed to raging on an everyday basis.

      Blonde hair drawn into a no-nonsense bun, her new manicure the deep red of fresh blood, she’d even donned a blouse and slacks for the occasion, something Neve had forgotten Veronica owned. After Dad dodged out, Veronica had taken her job as a stay-at-home mom seriously—minus the mom part.

      Neve Wynn, Veronica said, her voice iced over. The tapping stopped.

      Veronica Wynn, Neve sassed before she could help herself.

      Renard. Veronica Renard. Her stepmother’s eyes narrowed, two cold marbles glinting at her. As of today, you’re an adult.

      A pregnant silence filled the room. Not just an adult. Since she’d turned eighteen, the child support from her father dried up—otherwise known as the sole reason Veronica hadn’t kicked her to the curb yet.

      Neve forced a bitter smile. Oh, we’re acknowledging my birthday this year?

      Veronica tapped her lurid fingernails on a piece of paper lying on the desk. "As we both

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