The Color Project Blog Tour: Excerpt + Giveaway!


Hey everyone! Today I'm super thrilled to participate in the blog tour for The Color Project by Sierra Abrams, hosted by Booknerd Addict Blog Tours! The Color Project is a super cute YA Contemporary novel that will be releasing on July 18th from Gatekeeper Press and it has swoons and kissing and donuts, while telling a heart-breaking tale about family  & tragedy. Below you can find an awesome excerpt of The Color Project and at the end of this post a giveaway for a beautiful tote bag inspired by The Color Project. Thanks for stopping by & enjoy!
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The Color Project by Sierra Abrams
YA Contemporary
July 18th, 2017 from Gatekeeper Press
Bernice Aurora Wescott has one thing she doesn't want anyone to know: her name. That is, until Bee meets Levi, the local golden boy who runs a charity organization called The Color Project.

Levi is not at all shy about attempting to guess Bee’s real name; his persistence is one of the many reasons why Bee falls for him. But while Levi is everything she never knew she needed, giving up her name would feel like a stamp on forever. And that terrifies her.

When unexpected news of an illness in the family drains Bee's summer of everything bright, she is pushed to the breaking point. Losing herself in The Color Project—a world of weddings, funerals, cancer patients, and hopeful families that the charity funds—is no longer enough. Bee must hold up the weight of her family, but to do that, she needs Levi. She’ll have to give up her name and let him in completely or lose the best thing that’s ever happened to her.

For fans of Stephanie Perkins and Morgan Matson, THE COLOR PROJECT is a story about the three great loves of life—family, friendship, and romance—and the bonds that withstand tragedy.
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...Excerpt...

INTRO: "In this scene, Bee has just received the news that her car is ready for pickup and she's dragged her brother with her to get it.  Little does she know....she'll be forced to meet The Boy she awkwardly stared at a few days before."

The repair shop is dark when Tom and I pull up in his car.  Everything is closed down except for one of the garage doors, where a single car is raised.  Two legs stick out from underneath.
My brother parks in front and nods.  “There’s Levi.”
I peer into the dim light of the parking lot, trying to better see the man under the car.  “I’m rather put off that everyone knows him and forgot to introduce us,” I say.
Tom snorts.  “He’s been at the shop for three months and you haven’t met him?”
I’m about to retort, but then Levi is climbing out from under the car, standing, wiping his hands on his orange sweater—
The Boy.
I nearly shriek.  “Tom, I can’t go in there.”
“What?”  He looks rather alarmed.  “What’s wrong?”
“I was staring at him, oh dear God, I was staring right at him three days ago, and he smirked at me, and I feel so awkward.”
Tom looks at me, completely blank-faced for exactly three and a half seconds before he bursts out laughing.  His buzzed head tips back with perfect glee.  If it were possible to roll around in a car, Tom would be doing it right now.
“What?” I hiss.
“You think he’s cute,” he says between gasps.
It’s not a question, not one bit.  My brother knows me too well, and I swear I will punch him so hard if—
“Come on, Bee.  He probably sees so many people come through here every day that he won’t even remember.”
“I’m not stupid.  He knows Michael is my friend, he saw me talking with all the guys, and Michael told him I was coming tonight.  He knows.  He knows!”  I’m hissing again, which means I’m about to overload on excitement.  (Not the good kind.)
Tom gets out of the car and comes around to my side.  He grabs my arm and helps—no, yanks—me to my feet.  “Stop being such a wuss.  He’s just a boy.  Since when do you give a crap about what boys think of you?”
He’s right.  I’m being irrational.  I’m fine.  I’m fine.
I’M FINE.
I straighten my coral cardigan and brush my hands down my dark wash jeans and take a deep, deep breath of serenity.
Levi greets us as we approach, his sweater and dirty jeans clinging to his form, hair mussed and twisted every which way.  He shakes my brother’s hand like he knows him, like they’ve been friends forever.  I’m tempted to shrink back behind Tom and just die, but then Levi is looking at me and holding out his hand, and his eyes tell me I was right: he knows.  I probably look like a lost chicken, plucked clean of feathers, being placed on the chopping block.
I shake his hand anyway.
“I’m Levi,” he says.
“…Bee.”  I manage to get the word out, chiding myself instantly for my ridiculous lack of control.  But gosh-darn-it, he is beautiful.  Even more so up close.  (And I really want to touch his hair.)
“Your car is good and ready,” he says, smiling.  (Oh, yes, he has a brilliant smile.)  “We took care of her.  Michael said, in these exact words, ‘Bee’s very in love with her car.’”
I nearly whimper, but hold back the tiny sound before it comes out of my mouth.  “He did?” I laugh, breathy and unsteady.  “Well, I do love my car.”  
Do I sound like an idiot?  Yes.  Does Levi notice?  I’m not sure.  He just smiles at me and waves us around to the back, pulling my key out of his pocket.  His nice sweater looks like it needs a good washing, and I’m seriously tempted to ask why he’s wearing it.  But Tom is here, and Tom doesn’t seem confused or curious.  I’d rather not be the one to ask a question when the obvious answer is lost only to me, so I press my lips together.
Levi unlocks my car and grabs some paperwork off the dashboard, then hands me my key.  “Everything’s set to go,” he says.  The light from the streetlamps along the road is a nice accent to the sharp features of his face.  He grins.
“Thanks, dude.”  Tom shakes his hand again and pats my shoulder.  “Bye, Bee.”
When Tom is halfway across the lot to his car, I realize I’m still staring after him and that Levi is staring at me.
I face him, thankful for the semi-darkness to hide my blushing skin.  “Thanks, Levi.  I appreciate you staying late and everything.”
He shrugs.  “It’s nothing.  I was already going to be here.”
I smile, hold up the key, and reach for the door handle.  “I’ll let you get back to it, then?”
He presses his lips together in a thin smile and doesn’t let go of my gaze.  “Do you have a name for your car?”
I am completely taken aback by this question.  “Oh, um.  No?”
“Well, good.  We started calling her Sylvie around the shop—because she’s silver.  Just wanted you to know, in case she doesn’t come when you call anymore.”
It takes me a second too long to catch the joke.
Oh.
Oh, he’s good.  Really good.  So charming that I’m lost to his actual words.  “Well, I suppose that settles it?”  Bee, stop with the questions that are supposed to be statements.
He nods with finality.
I roll down my window and close the door, but he hasn’t left yet.  I hook up my iPhone and ask, “So, how do you like working here?”
Look at me, making conversation with a cute boy all by myself!
“It’s a good time.  Keagan got me the job—he knows I grew up on cars.”
“The guys are good company.”
Levi’s smile agrees with me (in more ways than one).  “How come I’ve never seen you here?” he asks, as if he’s genuinely interested.
“Oh, just, graduation and a new job.”  I smile at him as sweetly as I can, but inside…I swear there’s an angry gorilla in my chest, pounding out a jungle rhythm.  “Thanks again,” I say.  I need to get out of here.  He’s so distracting, dammit.  Distractingly beautiful.  (Beautifully distracting?)  Besides, I talk way too much when I’m nervous.  I’m about to start babbling, and that will be the worst thing imaginable.
He understands I want to leave (Oh dear, I hope I’m not being rude) and backs up.  “See you around, Bee,” he says, his voice lazy in that California way.  I want to box it up and save it for a sad day.
Then, just like a snap of my fingers, he’s heading back to the shop, and I leave him behind.

See you around, Bee.
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About Sierra Abrams
At 7 years old, Sierra Abrams decided that one day she would publish a book. For over a decade, in between exploring other career options, she kept coming back to that very first dream. Now her life consists of writing books of all kinds... Kissing books, angsty books, killing books, whimsical books, and sometimes books that are all of the above. When she's not writing, you can find her reading, traveling, consuming sushi, or daydreaming about Henry Cavill.

Waiting on Wednesday #30: Gunslinger Girl by Lyndsay Ely


Hi everyone! Welcome to another "Waiting on Wednesday" post (meme hosted by Breaking the Spine!). 

This week I am waiting on:


Gunslinger Girl by Lyndsay Ely
January 2nd 2018, Jimmy Patterson
YA Western Dystopian
James Patterson presents a bold new heroine--a cross between Katniss Everdeen and Annie Oakley: Serendipity Jones, the fastest sharpshooter in tomorrow's West. 

Seventeen-year-old Serendipity "Pity" Jones inherited two things from her mother: a pair of six shooters and perfect aim. She's been offered a life of fame and fortune in Cessation, a glittering city where lawlessness is a way of life. But the price she pays for her freedom may be too great....
In this extraordinary debut from Lyndsay Ely, the West is once again wild after a Second Civil War fractures the U.S. into a broken, dangerous land. Pity's struggle against the dark and twisted underbelly of a corrupt city will haunt you long after the final bullet is shot.
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THAT COVER. THAT BLURB. Seriously, doesn't it sound awesome??? It's been a long time since I've read a westerner, let alone one that's set in the future! I hope to get my hands on a copy of this book soon because it's right along my alley and I cannot wait to meet Serendipity Jones!
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What are you waiting on this week? :)

The Beautiful Lost Blog Tour: Excerpt + Giveaway!


Hey everyone! Today I'm excited to participate in the blog tour for The Beautiful Lost by Luanne Rice, hosted by YaReads Blog Tours! The Beautiful Lost is a YA Contemporary novel that will be releasing on June 27th and which depicts an important story about depression, heartbreak, and a road trip of discoveries. Below you can read more about this book, read an excerpt, and enter the amazing tour-wide giveaway. Enjoy!!!
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The Beautiful Lost by Luanne Rice
YA Contemporary
June 27th, 2017 from Point
In The Beautiful Lost, Luanne Rice deftly uses her experiences with depression to craft a lilting and surprising story about the vagaries of the human heart. Maia has struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts ever since her mother left to follow her passion of studying ocean life in the Canadian Maritime provinces. Maia is convinced everything will be fine if she can only reconnect with her mother, meaning she won’t have to take her pills, she will never need to be institutionalized again. When Maia runs away from home in search of her mom, she gets unexpected help and companionship from Billy, her crush from school. On the roads through New England, Maia and Billy learn truths about each other that are equal parts enthralling and distressing.
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...Excerpt...


From The Beautiful Lost by Luanne Rice

Today I was ready. Last night I’d hidden the Volvo key on the ledge outside my window. I grabbed it and stuck it into my jeans pocket along with my cell phone.

Then I dove into my closet, rummaged for the duffle bag that I’d already filled with a fleece, my rain slicker, underwear, extra jeans, my diary, bottles of medication, my toothbrush, the packet of my mother’s letters, and all the birthday and Christmas money I had.

“Who’s there? Maia, is that you?”

I froze. Astrid had finished faxing and making her call, and her vigilance had kicked in. I heard her footsteps on the stairs and quickly locked my bedroom door, just as she began rattling the knob. That lasted exactly three seconds, and then she ran down the hall. I knew what she’d do next: call my father and try to head me off at the pass.

I had to move fast and couldn’t risk her grabbing me if I went through the house. I threw my duffle out the window and, just like yesterday, climbed out and shinnied down the pine tree.

Wind blew through the lilacs. They’d just bloomed, and their scent was stronger than perfume. Tiny purple flowers tossed overhead, mixing with the pine needles. I had lived here since birth; my parents had brought me home to this house, and the smell was as familiar to me as anything in my life. I tore through the trees, made it to the garage door, and hauled the door up in one wild motion.

I hadn’t started my mother’s car in a long time, but it was an indestructible Volvo station wagon and it fired right up. I backed out, my heart beating so fast it could have run the engine. Wheels squealing, I flew out of my driveway, leaving Astrid running after the car, yelling and waving.

My plan was to hit the highway and disappear, but I had a lump in my throat that made me turn right onto Shuttle Meadow Avenue. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I ignored it. I passed my old elementary school and Heckler Pond, where I had learned to ice-skate, and  didn’t feel an ounce of sentimentality. Leaving home meant leaving home. You had abandon old things to the past. I was ready.

But Billy.

Martindale Street wound up the steep hill above the pond. Tall trees shaded it, but every so often I’d glance right, and through the branches could see the opposite rise where my house stood.

My phone kept buzzing, the different rhythms that meant that Astrid, and maybe by now my dad, were both calling and texting. I didn’t even look.

I pulled into the circular driveway. The massive brick building, gothic with spires, arched windows on the first floor, and oxidized green copper roof rose before me. This was a different perspective than I’d ever seen before; I scanned the upper stories, trying to locate Billy’s window, but everything looked different, being so close.

A bunch of kids my age were clustered in a play area full of swings, seesaws, picnic tables, and a jungle gym. I saw Mary Porter, Anna Jacoby, and Kevin Hernandez from school. I could ask them where Billy was. I could do that so easily, but I was frozen in the car.

How many times could I say a private goodbye? I had thought yesterday in English class was it, then in study hall today, and now here I was at the Home. I had to see him one last time.

The car running, I gripped the steering wheel hard with my elbows locked, just begging the stars to let him walk by. That’s when I spotted him sitting alone under a maple tree, leaning against the wide trunk. And, as if the stars had decided to answer, he looked up and saw me too. Then my heart had the biggest jumpstart ever—he leapt up and came toward me. I got out of the car.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I came to say…” I said, but I couldn’t get the words out.

He looked in the back seat and saw my duffle.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Away,” I said.

Our eyes burned into each other. I felt heat in my chest, knowing that this really was the last time. I wanted to reach over, touch his hand. I hoped he could read my mind and somehow know he was the only person I’d miss, that I’d come here today because he was, ineffably, mine.

“Away where?” he asked.

“To see my mother,” I said.

“Can I go with you?” he asked.

I stared at him. Had I heard right? No, I had to be dreaming.

“Will you take me?” he asked.

It was real. This was happening. His eyes were begging me.

“But people will miss you. They’ll wonder where you are,” I said.

“I live in a group home,” he said, gesturing at the building. “They won’t wonder for long.”

And then he touched me—just one finger on my wrist bone—so quickly I would have thought I’d imagined it if it didn’t tingle all through my body.

“I can help you,” he said.

“Help me?”

“Yeah, you’re running away, right? I know how to do that. No one will catch us,” he said. He was already hurrying around the car.

I didn’t think after that. I climbed into the driver’s seat, he got in beside me, and we sped off.
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About Luanne Rice
Luanne Rice is the New York Times bestselling author of over 30 novels for adults and the YA novel The Secret Language of Sisters. There are more than twenty-two million copies of her books in print across the world and five of her novels have been adapted into TV movies and miniseries. Luanne lives in coastal Connecticut with her family of cats.