I think the cover is beautiful and the excerpt really makes me wish I had the book in my hands right now! Take a look and tell me if you agree!
Very Mature YA Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 17, 2015
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Kensington Worth had a vision for her senior year. It involved
her best friends, her posh private school in downtown Chicago and time alone
with her piano until her audition was perfected, a guaranteed ticket into the
best music programs in the world.
Instead, a nightmare took over.
It didn’t happen all at once, but her life unraveled quickly—a
tiny thread that evil somehow kept pulling until everything precious was taken
from her. She was suddenly living miles away from her old life, trapped in an
existence she didn’t choose—one determined to destroy her from the inside,
leaving only hate and anger behind. It didn’t help that her neighbor, the one
whose eyes held danger, was enjoying every second of her fall.
Owen Harper was trouble, his heart wild and his past the kind
that’s spoken about in whispers. And somehow, his path was always intertwined
with Kensington’s, every interaction crushing her, ruining her hope for any
future better than her now. Sometimes, though, what everyone warns is trouble,
is exactly what the heart needs. Owen Harper was consumed with darkness, and it
held onto his soul for years. When Kensington looked at him, she saw a boy
who’d gotten good at taking others down when they threatened his carefully
balanced life. But the more she looked, the more she saw other things too—good
things…things to admire.
Things…to love. Things that made her want to be reckless.
And those things…they were the scariest of all.
Excerpt
I know I
shouldn’t, but I turn around anyway, and I give Owen my full,
undivided attention. His friends have already left, and he’s slowly
walking backwards, showing me his middle finger and smiling with that
faint half-grin I’ve seen far too often over the last three days.
I don’t know what makes me do it. In fact, I don’t know why I am the way I
am with Owen. I’ve been careful and timid and obedient my entire life, my
only mission to please everyone—please my father, Chen, my mother, my
friends, my teachers. Please, please, please, please, please. That’s all I
do. And all it’s done for me is land me in Woodstock, away from my friends
and the senior year I was expecting to have. I’m not pleasing Owen Harper,
too. So I stand with my tray and raise my arm slowly by my side, my eyes
zeroed in on his until I’m pointing at him. I close one eye and cock my
head slightly to the right, like I’m making sure I have him in my
sights—and then I pull the trigger.
undivided attention. His friends have already left, and he’s slowly
walking backwards, showing me his middle finger and smiling with that
faint half-grin I’ve seen far too often over the last three days.
I don’t know what makes me do it. In fact, I don’t know why I am the way I
am with Owen. I’ve been careful and timid and obedient my entire life, my
only mission to please everyone—please my father, Chen, my mother, my
friends, my teachers. Please, please, please, please, please. That’s all I
do. And all it’s done for me is land me in Woodstock, away from my friends
and the senior year I was expecting to have. I’m not pleasing Owen Harper,
too. So I stand with my tray and raise my arm slowly by my side, my eyes
zeroed in on his until I’m pointing at him. I close one eye and cock my
head slightly to the right, like I’m making sure I have him in my
sights—and then I pull the trigger.
“Jesus H
Christ, Kensi! What’s wrong with you?” Willow asks. She pulls my
arm back down, but I keep my eyes on Owen, staring into his gray-blue
eyes—eyes that look like a wolf’s. “What are you doing?”
“I’m starting a war, Willow,” I say, my heart speeding up and my breath
growing more ragged as reality catches up with me.
I’m starting a war with a guy who doesn’t lose; a guy who doesn’t play by
the rules.
A guy who scares me, and who knows where I sleep at night.
arm back down, but I keep my eyes on Owen, staring into his gray-blue
eyes—eyes that look like a wolf’s. “What are you doing?”
“I’m starting a war, Willow,” I say, my heart speeding up and my breath
growing more ragged as reality catches up with me.
I’m starting a war with a guy who doesn’t lose; a guy who doesn’t play by
the rules.
A guy who scares me, and who knows where I sleep at night.
About Ginger Scott
Ginger
Scott is a writer and journalist from Peoria, Arizona. She is the author of
four young and new adult romances, with her fifth title, This Is Falling, set
to release in late August 2014.Scott has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than 15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.
When she's not writing, the odds are high that she's somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Scott is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork 'em, Devils).
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