Brogen Mathers can’t deal with teen drama…
As an empath, she is constantly bombarded with other people’s energies. Despite coping techniques taught by her psychologist mother, it’s often too much to bear, forcing her to avoid most activities a typical high school junior would enjoy.
Jay Wilken won’t let his past define him…
A dead mother and an alcoholic father brought Jay to Stanton, but he doesn’t want pity. His good looks, charisma, and friendly nature quickly win over the whole student body, but he has his eye on one girl…Brogen.
Brogen can’t believe anyone could be so genuinely nice. It has to be an act, right? But when Jay literally saves her from deadly jaws, she has to admit he’s exactly what he appears, and he’s worth risking the potential emotional upheaval.
“Drama” might as well be Becca Grant’s middle name…
Another newcomer to Stanton, Becca’s blonde beauty and abundant attitude shoots her straight to the top of the popularity charts—and she believes Jay belongs right there beside her. Accustomed to getting exactly what she wants, she launches a relentless mean-girl campaign to shake up Brogen and claim Jay for her own.
Everything changes with a devastating diagnosis…
When Jay learns he has a rare and potentially fatal disorder, he keeps it secret and begins to push Brogen away to spare her future pain—which is exactly the sort of opening Becca is waiting for.
As Jay’s well-meaning deception unravels,
Brogen realizes there is much more than her heart at stake…
But how far is she willing to go to fight for someone she loves?
“It is a beautiful, true to life story where the author teaches many invaluable life lessons. Whether it is about true friendship, or figuring out what truly matters and is important in this world. The characters are compelling and relatable. This book takes you on a teenager's journey through overcoming fears, heartaches, hardships, emotional struggles and dealing with life's adversities. It's these life experiences, the people we meet along the way who help to shape us and make us stronger and into the people that we are meant to be in this world.”
– By CMB-DDB on September 20, 2014
“It isn’t a pretty little love story that follows the path of boy meets girl and life moves along merrily. They are real characters with realistic emotions. As a reader I was drawn deep into them, feeling anger, joy and fear as the story progressed. The author painted a realistic picture of living through a life changing diagnosis.”
– By Domi_Blue on July 29, 2015
“RARITY by D.A. Roach was like a breath of fresh air. I’ve been quickly becoming a huge fan of YA Romances, and DA Roach solidified it. Her writing style was so easy to follow and connect with, that I could not help but love it. If you’re a fan of Young Adult novels, you really need to pick this one up!”
– By HEA Bookshelf on July 24, 2015
“I do want to thank D.A. Roach for writing such a unique and informative book in a way that you don't even realise it until afterwards. This is a complete page-turner that will grip you from the first page to the very last. Absolutely fantastic and the epilogue at the end was a perfect way to finish.”
– By Merissa (Archaeolibrarian) on July 2, 2015
“If I were to fill this entire review with WOW ... would you like it? Rarity pulled on my heart strings like you cannot even imagine. I laughed, I cried, I awwwed and I cried some more. There are so many emotions in this book that are truly hard to evoke from a reader, knowing that it is a story.”
– By Michelle Schwartz on June 25, 2015
Read an excerpt:
Excerpt from Rarity Chapter 10
Friday...too many days without Jay. I would go insane over the weekend if I didn’t find something new out. I impulsively ditched my last class and headed straight to Jay’s house. Finding Jay and talking with him was worth the detention I’d probably earn. I had never ditched school before and while it was exhilarating, it also was a bit terrifying. But I pulled it off without a problem, probably because no one suspected a rule follower to ditch.
I ran most of the way but slowed when I got to his street. I wasn’t sure what to say, I just let me feet carry me away. My heart rate picked up when I saw him shooting baskets on his aunt’s driveway. I would just have to trust my gut and wing the impromptu conversation.
“So, too cool for school? Or did the NBA approach you?” Jay turned toward me surprised. His cheeks were flushed from the cold and exercise. His shadows under his eyes seemed darker. His face held no joy. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you.” The wind blew an icy breeze at me just then and I shivered.
“What are you doing here? School’s not out yet.” Jay said.
“Actually, I need some help...hoped you’d be willing to help me out.” I plopped down on the grass under the basketball net and wrapped my coat around me tightly. “How can you stand to be out here without a coat?” The wind blew another bitter gust at me that made my bones frigid.
“You ditched class to ask me why I’m outside without a coat!?”
“No no, it’s just freezing out here. Sorry.” He didn’t offer for us to move to a warmer location and there was no smile to light up his face. “Anyway, I think I’m going crazy. See, I had the strangest sensation come over me when I said goodbye to you before your doctor’s appointment last week.” As soon as the sentence finished I felt anxiety and darkness rolling off of him. He looked away and began dribbling the ball. “I haven’t had a chance to ask how that went. Is everything ok?”
“Sure. Why do you care?”
Why did I care? Because I like you/love you, because you saved my life, because you’re funny and kind, because I want you to be ok. Because I felt like someone took my heart and stuck it in a blender. “I can’t help thinking that my mood was linked to that appointment. I know...sounds crazy. I honestly think so too. But, if something happened - it might explain why I felt like something awful was going to happen. Then I could quit feeling like a freak losing her mind.” I muttered that last part but he stopped dribbling and looked over at me as if he heard.
“Please tell me you’re ok.” I pleaded. He looked surprised to see how affected I was.
“If I tell you... I can’t take it back.” What an odd thing to say. I nodded in agreement and was now more curious than ever. He sat down on the ball in front of me. For the longest time he just stared at me, studying me. Finally he stood up and said, “Actually, nevermind. I’m teasin’.. I’m fine. 100% fine.” He dribbled the ball away from me and shot a basket. “Go home Brogen, I’ll be back in school Monday.”
“Wait,” I approached Jay and grabbed his arm. He looked at it like it burned his skin so I quickly removed it. “You can tell me. Who the hell would I tell?” The look in his eyes was full of conflict. There was more to the story than he was telling. He wanted to tell me, but he couldn’t...or wouldn’t. “I know something happened.”
“I’m good. Thanks for stopping by.” Tight lipped.
He grabbed the ball and headed toward the house without looking back. He was withdrawing and turning a cold shoulder toward our friendship and I had no idea why.
D.A. Roach has been telling stories since she was a young girl in the suburbs of Chicago. In college she met the man of her dreams, her happily ever after, and married him 2 weeks after graduating. They have 3 kids together and a pet cockatiel named Gimli. D.A. did not find a love for books until after college. Her parents were immigrants from Lithuania and found tv and radio easier ways to hear stories so they did not do much reading or encourage it. But once she finished college and D.A. had free time, she discovered how amazing it was to get lost in a story.
D.A. is a full time mom and wife. When she is not doing domestic things (laundry, bills, etc) she is writing, reading, creating mixed media art, and helping beautify her kids’ school landscape. Oh, and she is ALWAYS listening to music. Her favorite authors include Rebecca Donovan, Richelle Mead, Larissa Ione, Stephanie Meyer, E.L. James, and Sylvia Day. Reading great works from authors like these has motivated D.A. to write her own stories. She hopes to make positive changes in the world with her art and writing.
“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
― George Bernard Shaw
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