Book blitz Sketches of My Soul by TC Booth

The book blitz for Sketches of My Soul by TC Booth is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 3 till 9 July.

See the tour schedule here: http://www.lolasblogtours.net/book-blitz-sketches-of-my-soul-by-tc-booth

There’s a tour wide giveaway during this book blitz.

Here’s the  Rafflecopter link to the giveaway: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/1000e4f1243/

Sketches of My Soul (Sketches #1)   

By TC Booth

Genre: Contemporary

Age category: Young Adult

Release Date: June 20, 2017

 

Blurb:

In the game of life, I was used to being on the losing team. The odds were stacked against me. Tegan’s Team—a mom who tried to control me, a dad who would rather drink then spend time being a father, a lying ex-boyfriend, and fake friends. Like any team however, you have that one shining star that stood out above the rest. For me that star was Emily, my best friend.

I guess life had pity on me the day it gave me a friend that always had my back. Life must have felt extra giving the day it gave me a cheer leader—Mrs. White, my next-door neighbor. She’d been more of a parent to me growing up then my own parents.

And then there was Andrew. He was my shooting star. One that I never saw coming. One that I hoped became mine over the summer of my senior year.

A glimpse into a crystal ball couldn’t have prepared me for that summer, though. The summer where a letter from my mom rocked me to the core. I felt the world shake with every word I read in that letter. By the time I reached the end, my world split wide open swallowing me whole.

 

Excerpt:

  Sketches of My Soul

A faint sound of music seeped in my window. The melody called me out of bed. I pushed aside the curtains to peer out into the darkness. Andrew sat on Mrs. White’s porch swing and strummed his guitar under the soft glow of the porch light. His lips moved in song, though I couldn’t hear his voice. The distant sound of the guitar was all I caught. The temptation to throw up the window to take in more sound felt strong, but the fear that he’d notice felt even stronger.

Crouched below the window frame, hidden by the wall-space between it and floor, I cracked the window as gently as I could. It felt so lame, spying on “the boy next door.” The smooth velvet voice that sang “All of Me” made my stalking worth it, though. With my back against the wall, I hugged my knees, closed my eyes, and soaked in the words.

When the music stopped, I strained to listen for any sign of movement. After a few minutes of silence, I decided it would be safe to stand up. With the window safely shut, I started to tug the curtain back in place and sucked in my breath at the sight of Andrew standing on the porch. His eyes locked with mine. He grinned and wiggled his fingers in a playful wave.

My fingers returned the wave instinctively. Then realization hit me—there I stood, in front of the window with my Winnie-the-Pooh nightshirt on.

I flung the curtains shut and jumped for my bed but missed and landed on the floor with a thud. My elbow and knees burned from the friction of my collision with the carpet.

“Tegan? Are you okay?” My mom yelled from the hallway outside my door.

“Yes. I just slipped. I’m fine.” I couldn’t believe he’d seen me. He probably thought I was such a loser—spying on him from my bedroom window with a Winnie-the-Pooh nightshirt on. Embarrassment poured over me in buckets painting me red. No way would I go to Mallory’s party now.

You can find Sketches of My Soul on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35228617-sketches-of-my-soul-booth

You can buy Sketches of My Soul on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Sketches-My-Soul-TC-Booth-ebook/dp/B07176T3V8

If you sign-up for the author’s newsletter you can get a free copy of Sketches, the prequel novella to Sketches of My Soul: https://dl.bookfunnel.com/ns64a3yjok

About the Author:

TC Booth was born and raised in a small Ohio town where she currently lives with her husband, children, and fur covered baby Sammy.

She is an award winning author who loves to read and write young adult fiction. Besides her book addiction, TC enjoys music, attending Cavs games, going to the beach, eating chocolate and spending time with her family.

 

You can find and contact TC Booth here:

– Website: http://www.tcbooth.com

– Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tcbooth1

– Twitter: https://twitter.com/BoothTammi

– Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/boothtammi/

– Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5010060.T_C_Booth

– Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/T.-C.-Booth/e/B0057SG5D6/

 

Giveaway

There’s a tour wide giveaway during the book blitz for Sketches of my Soul. One winner will win a 10$ amazon gift card!

Book blitz: Freak by Erin Lee

Welcome to my stop for the book blitz for Freak by Erin Lee. The book blitz is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours and runs from 27 June till 3 July. See the tour schedule here: http://www.lolasblogtours.net/book-blitz-freak-by-erin-lee/

 

Freak

by Erin Lee

Genre: LBGT/ Contemporary

Age category: Young Adult

Release Date: 29 June, 2017

 

 

Blurb:

Regret Comes in Every Color of the Rainbow

 

Based on Erin Lee’s novella, Her Name Was Sam, Freak is the story of Kelly and Morgan, the mother and sister of Sam Harris, in the aftermath of her suicide. Bullied for being brave enough to show her true colors to the world, Sam has been gone exactly one year and Kelly and Morgan are left to tackle the grief that comes with regret in her absence.

But Sam’s story is far from over…

Through the love of Willow, a teenager intent on standing up for her “Freak” best friend at all costs, Ryan is able to finally come out to family and friends. His transformation from ashamed to proud with Willow’s help gives new meaning to Sam’s story and how things could have been.

 

Excerpt:

Ryan

Am I a coward? Probably so. And that’s fine. I’ve been called a hell of a lot worse. Usually, it’s just Freak. That happens the most on the days I get too colorful for the assholes at Conant High School. Generally, I try to tone it down. God forbid a guy want to express himself. In a way, I blame myself for it. I guess stereotypes are stereotypes for a reason. Had I just toned it down and not gone through that phase in middle school with the black nail polish and the leather spiked collar, they might not even know. I don’t speak with a lisp. I don’t walk any different than any other guy at school. And I sure as hell do my best to keep the dramatics down. Still, they know. And it’s fucked up. Because if I could be who I really am, I’d do all those things and so much more. I’d pay a million dollars for someone to truly explain what’s so bad about wanting to just be me? I just don’t get what’s so wrong with being the way that I am.

When I’m with Willow, that shit goes right out the door. She’s probably the only friend I have who knows the true me anymore. My parents swear we’ll get married some day and have two perfect blond haired, blue-eyed children – a boy and a girl. Of course, they won’t be gay. That would be too much for my mother to take. “Leave me some hope, Ryan. And take off those sneakers! No shoes in the house!” No, to Mom, perfect comes only when you fit into a pre-packaged mold. A boy should be strong and athletic. A girl should be pretty and pink, like Willow. “The perfect girl for you, Ryan. Be nice to her, Ryan. Someday, Ryan, you’ll see. I just have a feeling about her.” Gross. For starters, there is absolutely nothing about my best friend that I find attractive in any way other than platonic. Even her freckles scare me.

Besides, Willow has flaws. No one is perfect, Mom. If Willow was so perfect, she might understand why now isn’t the best time in the world to come out to my parents. It’s hard enough to get through the average school day. She’s the only one who will sit with me at lunch anymore. Most days, I feel guilty about it; no matter how much fun we have whispering at the head cheerleader who thinks she’s hotter than everyone else. If Willow was “the one” I’d also be able to tell her that her nagging’s getting old and, frankly, I’m sick of feeling alone. I know it’s ridiculous, but sometimes, I feel like if Willow really “got” me, she’d become gay too. (I know, I know better than anyone – it’s not a choice). Still, the silences between us are becoming more frequent and she doesn’t invite me over as much. No matter how hard she tries, she’s never going to get what it’s like to be the kid they call Freak. Sure, I appreciate that she stands up for me. But lately, I just wish she’d leave me alone. She’d be better off. Frankly, they would all be – if I was just gone… And all of this? It makes me a terrible guy. Because as much as I need her to just go away for both of our sakes, I can’t stand it when she’s gone. To be honest, I’m really afraid of what I might do if I was left entirely alone for too long. Sometimes, I have scary thoughts. Most of them start with Colby. Generally, they end with him too, at my funeral: The one place he wouldn’t be able to hurt me.

 

Because love comes in all shades too.

You can find Freak on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/35264841-freak

You can buy Freak here on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071J79JCY/

 

Ella’s Twisted Senior Year by Amy Sparling…Book Blitz

Ella's Twisted Senior Year bannerWelcome to my stop during the book blitz for Ella’s Twisted Senior Year by Amy Sparling.

This book blitz is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 31 May till 6 June, you can view the complete blitz schedule on the website of Lola’s Blog Tours: http://www.lolasblogtours.net/book-blitz-ellas-twisted-senior-year-by-amy-sparling

Ella's Twisted Senior Year

Ella’s Twisted Senior Year

By Amy Sparling

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Age category: Young Adult

Release Date: May 31, 2016

 

Blurb:

Having spent most of her senior year flying under the radar, the last thing Ella Lockhart expected was to have a tornado rip straight through her house, leaving her homeless. It’s bad enough that the whole school now pities her, but did her parents have to let the neighbors take them in?

Now she’s sharing a house with Ethan Poe, her former best friend-turned-enemy. All those feelings she used to have for him are starting to rain down on her again. Too bad he’s a jerk and his new girlfriend has territorial issues. Thanks to Mother Nature, Ella’s house and her entire life have been turned upside down.

Ethan isn’t quite sure why Ella hates him so much, but he does know she wants nothing to do with him. He’s never quite gotten over the crush he had on her as a kid, and now that she’s living across the hall, it’s hard to stay away. His girlfriend isn’t helping the situation and when she shows her true colors, he doesn’t want to date her anymore. He wants to date someone like Ella. Too bad she hates him.

 

Amy author buttonExcerpts from Ella’s Twisted Senior Year:

Excerpt 1:

I look up and find the source of the stench came from the boy’s locker room. Ugh. I try to hold my breath as they file past, mostly ignoring the coach’s demands to pick a spot on the wall and sit down.

People shuffle in and around, talking and sharing images of the tornado that have already hit social media.

I bring my knees up and rest my hands on them, blowing out air to get my hair out of my face. I don’t exactly have a ton of friends at West Canyon High School and the ones I do have aren’t here.

A black and red Nike shoe steps on my purple chucks.

“Hey, sorry,” some guy says from way above me.

I look up and my sarcastic reply lodges in my throat. Ethan Poe stares back at me, his expression probably a mirror of my own. I mean how else do you look at someone who was you best friend until eighth grade and then became your sudden and absolute enemy?

Of course, I had the stupid crush on him, so maybe he’s not looking the same way that I am. Maybe his surprise is just that, not ten kinds of other emotions all rolled into one.

Like, we used to be best friends.

And, damn he got hot.

So hot.

“Ella, hi,” he says. His jaw muscles flex into what I guess is supposed to be a smile. “I didn’t mean to step on you, sorry.”

I shake my head to clear it of thoughts about his cuteness and the size of his biceps that pop out of his PE-issued tank top like they’re trophies on the display case. I fake a casual shrug. “No worries.”

He turns and kicks someone’s backpack away from me, sliding it down the hallway. “Mind if I sit here?” he asks, but he sinks down to the floor before I answer.

He smells like sweat and cinnamon and I hate that it’s kind of sexy. Ethan’s dark hair matches his eyes, in that both are perfect. He’s always smelled like cinnamon due to his obsession with Big Red gum.

I draw in a deep breath and look at my phone in my lap. April hasn’t texted back, but I can sure as hell pretend that I’m busy talking to someone.

Ethan nudges my shoulder with his elbow. “So what’s been up?”

I glance over and he grins, showing a set of perfectly aligned teeth that are so different from the crooked seventh grade smile he used to give me all the time. His skin has cleared up, his jawline filled out. He’s about twenty feet taller and although I pretend he doesn’t exist ever since the Embarrassing Nightmare in the Summer Before Eighth Grade, I know as well as everyone else that Ethan Poe is a popular jock now.

He’s not the same kid who was my best friend next door, the guy I crushed on like a maniac and the only one who knew all of my secrets.

As he stares at me, waiting for an answer to his simple question, I realize he doesn’t want to know any of that. He doesn’t care that my life fell apart after he had his friend tell me he thought I was a creepy stalker. He’d probably laugh if he knew how hard it was for me to make new friends in eighth grade when I’d spent my childhood only caring about him.

“Things are fine,” I say through a tight lipped smile.

 

Excerpt 2:

The rec room has also been through a renovation since I was last over here. There’s brand new brown leather couches behind a gorgeous blue and gray rug that’s so fluffy, I want to kick off my shoes and walk across it. There’s still a foosball table and Mr. Poe’s old Pacman arcade game in the corner. The TV has been replaced with a flat screen that’s mounted on the wall and it’s at least as long as I am tall. The other side of the room has the door to the small bathroom and the floor is covered in rubber mats instead of carpet. Various weight lifting equipment fills that corner, making Ethan’s own personal gym.

I imagine he must use the weights a lot, because a chest as filled out as his doesn’t just happen without dedication. Heat rushes to my cheeks. Will he be working out while I’m crashing in here?

“Here we are,” Ethan says, rising up from the mini fridge in the corner of the room. Above the fridge is his dad’s treasure: a framed Dallas Cowboy’s jersey signed by Troy Aikman.

Ethan holds up a bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. “Get over here,” he says, setting the glasses on a nearby end table. “Let’s toast to how freaking awkward this is.”

I walk over but I don’t reach for the shot glass. I give him a pointed look, stalling for time while my brain tries to figure out what’s happening here. “So you’re a drinker now?”

He throws his head back and downs the shot. “Nope. Not really.”

“Kind of seems like it,” I say with a snort as he pours himself another one.

He holds the other glass out to me. “You gonna let me drink alone?”

“I’m thinking about it,” I say, lifting the glass and holding it up eye level. “This is totally illegal, Ethan Poe.”

He shrugs. “I’ll be eighteen in two months.”

I down the shot in one gulp. “Still not legal.”

Ugh, the vodka burns my throat and stings my eyes. I try to act like it doesn’t affect me.

Ethan grins. “It’s legal in Europe.”

I shove my glass out to him, motioning for a refill. This stuff is gross but if it takes off the edge of being around my enemy, then I guess I’ll have to down another shot. “We’re not in Europe.”

“Ah, you’re just as snarky as I remember.” He takes my hand, holding the glass to keep it steady while he pours another shot. The feeling of his fingers over mine sends a jolt through my body that’s stronger than anything in his bottle of vodka. How is it possible to hate someone so much, yet still want them to like you?

You can find Ella’s Twisted Senior Year on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29910777-ella-s-twisted-senior-year

You can buy Ella’s Twisted Senior Year here:

– Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Ellas-Twisted-Senior-Year-Sparling-ebook/dp/B01F232CP0

– Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01F232CP0

– Amazon Australia: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01F232CP0

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