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{Tour Stop} Racing Savannah (Hundred Oaks #4) by Miranda Kenneally – Excerpt

Racing Savannah Genre: YA Contemporary
Published: December 3, 2013 by Sourcebooks Fire
Series: #4 (Hundred Oaks)
Length: 304 pages

They’re from two different worlds.

He lives in the estate house, and she spends most of her time in the stables helping her father train horses. In fact, Savannah has always been much more comfortable around horses than boys. Especially boys like Jack Goodwin—cocky, popular and completely out of her league. She knows the rules: no mixing between the staff and the Goodwin family. But Jack has no such boundaries.

With her dream of becoming a jockey, Savannah isn’t exactly one to follow the rules either. She’s not going to let someone tell her a girl isn’t tough enough to race. Sure, it’s dangerous. Then again, so is dating Jack..”

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Jodi, the Goodwins’ chef, is pacing back and forth across the Hillcrest common room. Cindy still isn’t feeling well. She’s lying on the couch while Dad massages her feet and makes her drink water. He thinks she’s dehydrated. The other bad news is that we’re short-staffed for Mr. Goodwin’s fancy dinner party tonight.
If Cindy calls out of work sick tonight, it sure won’t make our family look good. It would truly suck if Dad lost his new job.
“Mom, let me help,” Ethan, Jodi’s thirteen-year-old son, says. “What can I do?”
“If you owned a tux maybe you could serve,” Jodi replies. “Let me take Cindy’s place,” I interrupt, standing up. Everyone stares at me. Working in the kitchens during a fancy Goodwin dinner is the last thing I want to do, but I can’t let Cindy get fired.
“You can be a server,” Jodi says, nodding at me. “Just follow Paula’s lead and you’ll be fine.”

“I’m so sorry,” Cindy says to me, clutching her stomach. Dad gives me a kind smile, looking grateful as he places his hand over Cindy’s.
“It’s not a problem,” I say, but it is. I can’t imagine serving Jack twice in one day.
Cindy loans me one of her maid uniforms, because unlike at breakfast, I have to put my Goodwin game face on. The blue dress hangs below my knees and if I look straight down, I can see my bra.
Super embarrassing. God, why did Dad have to get Cindy pregnant?
Up at the manor house, Ethan is helping his mom plate the salads while Mr. and Mrs. Goodwin greet their guests in the parlor. Paula is filling carafes with wine. Jack is hiding out in the kitchen, sneaking bites of everything Jodi is cooking. He pops a shrimp in his mouth and she smacks his hand. “For the third time, get out of my kitchen!” Ethan and I crack up when Jack steals a piece of cornbread behind Jodi’s back.
Jodi hands me a water pitcher and tells me to go fill the glasses in the dining room. I pour water into a glass and I’m moving on to the next place setting when a handsome guy I’ve never seen before stumbles through the doorway. He appears to be twenty or so. His black suit, blazing red tie, and shiny shoes just scream power.
“Where’s the goddamned bathroom?” he says.
“Down the hall to your left,” I reply quietly, taken aback by his behavior. I start toward the kitchen to see what else Jodi needs me to do but he takes me by the elbow and turns me around. I smell alcohol on his breath.
“I’m Marcus Winchester.” He puffs his chest out like he’s more important than Prince William then scans my body. “I can’t believe the Goodwins keep you hidden away.”
You have got to be kidding me.
“Excuse me,” I say, cradling the water pitcher against my chest, and try to head toward the kitchen, but he doesn’t let go of my arm.
He looks down at my uniform, well, more specifically, down my dress, because it’s way too big.
I have a sudden urge to throw this water on Marcus—but if I do that, my dad and Cindy might get fired and we would have to leave before the baby is born and we might not find more work and where would we live and oh holy God—help.
“I’m needed in the kitchen.”
“You’re needed here.” Marcus laughs softly, squeezing my arm harder. “Don’t you want a kiss? I’ll give you another chance, even though a bad girl like you doesn’t deserve my forgiveness.”
Who the hell does he think he is?
Marcus leans in and I’m debating whether or not to toss the water on him when Jack appears in the doorway.
“Jack,” I blurt.
Marcus releases my arm and I step away, panting, my tongue heavy and dry. I shake my head at Jack, trying to show him that Marcus is the last thing I want.
“Marcus, meet Savannah. She’s one of my good friends,” Jack says with the hint of a threat in his voice.
I step away, my hands shaking as I continue pouring water into glasses. I breathe in and out. It’s only a couple hours. I can handle a couple of hours. My hands go from shaky to earthquaky in a matter of seconds and I can’t imagine how pissed Mrs. Goodwin will be if I drop this glass pitcher on her hardwood floor.
“You’re friends with your servants?” Marcus asks, raising his eyebrows. His eyes are red and hazy. “My servants clean my toilet.”
Jack grabs Marcus’s elbow. “C’mon, we’ve got a great bourbon collection you should see.”
A minute later, Jack reappears by my side and takes the water pitcher from my hands.
“Did Marcus hurt you?” he murmurs, placing the pitcher on a sideboard.
I hate that Marcus questioned whether Jack could be friends with a servant like me. And all I can think about is how Jack looked at me today when he found out I’m not going to college. Like I’m this pathetic little bee, swarming around, with no thoughts and dreams of my own. Marcus Winchester and his I’m-a-rich-person-so-I-can-do-whatever-I-want attitude reminds me of horrible Mr. Cates.
“Why would you invite such a Neanderthal to dinner?” I ask.
“Dad’s working on a business deal with his father.”
Jack pulls a handkerchief out of his suit pocket and dabs it on my face, and I cover his hand with mine, searching his eyes. It feels nice being comforted by him, and I wish I could stay in this moment, but I can’t. I’m pissed.
“So it’s okay if Marcus humiliates me because your dad does business with his father? That sucks.”
Jack’s face drops and he furrows his eyebrows. He takes his hand off my face then walks around the table and finishes pouring water into each glass. Him taking over my chore is a nice concession, but can that really make up for what happened?
“You don’t have to do that,” I say.
“I know,” Jack replies. “But Dad’s always harping on me about how I should learn to do stuff for myself before college starts.”
“Is that why he tried to teach you how to do laundry?”
“You heard about that, huh?” He leans around the flower arrangement to grin at me.
“I hear everything,” I say, sniffling into his handkerchief. It smells like him. “The maids gossip about you all the time in Hillcrest.”
“Oh yeah, like what?”
“I heard about the walk through the rose garden with the country singer and you picking thorns out of your—”
“I’ve been looking for you, son.” Mr. Goodwin appears in the dining room wearing a gray suit like Jack’s. “I want you to talk to George about business school—” He gazes from me to the water pitcher in Jack’s hands. “What’s going on here?”
I hold my breath, biting down on the handkerchief.
Jack lays a hand on his father’s shoulder and speaks quietly to him. I hear the words “Marcus” and “dickhead.”
“Are you okay?” Mr. Goodwin asks me.
“Yes, sir.” I nod quickly.
“Do you wish to be relieved? I’m sure we can find someone else to serve us.”
“No, sir. I’m fine.” Cindy needs the money.
“Good. Why don’t you head back into the kitchen to see if Jodi needs anything.”
It’s not like I expected Mr. Goodwin to throw Marcus out of the house, not with a big business deal with Marcus’s father on the line, but I can’t help feeling a tiny bit betrayed anyway. But this is how our world works—rich people like Marcus and Jack can do as they want, while people like me serve them coffee and hope they will treat us nicely.
I leave the dining room and hide in the same cranny I did this morning to calm down, but also to hear what else they say in case they mention selling Star again.
“I see the way you look at Savannah,” I hear Mr. Goodwin saying quietly.
What?! How does Jack look at me?
 Mr. Goodwin goes on, “You better not do that tonight during dinner. You know how much I want this deal with Winchester… and I’d rather you not piss off his daughter by being more interested in Savannah than her.”
“I know Dad…Savannah and I…we’ve just been working on a school project together.”
“And that’s it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What’s this project?”
A long pause.
“We have to tell the school where we want to be in five years.”
“And where do you want to be?”
“Getting my MBA and working for you. I hope I’ll have a winning horse by then.”
“What else?” Mr. Goodwin asks.
Jack pauses for several seconds. “When you were my age, where did you want to be in five years?”
I peek around the corner to see Mr. Goodwin checking his tie in the window reflection. “In a woman’s bed, I imagine.”
Jack laughs. “That’s where I want to be in five years too.”
“I dare you to write that on your project.” Mr. Goodwin straightens Jack’s blue tie and dusts his shoulders off. “Please be on your best behavior tonight. Don’t eat all the bread before anyone else gets any, okay?”
“You’re a cruel man, Dad.”
“No, I just really like Jodi’s bread.”
I rush to the kitchen, breathing in and out. I set the water pitcher down and bury his handkerchief in my apron pocket. Forget about him, Savannah.

{Tour Stop} I Rize by S.T. Anthony – Book Feature + Excerpt

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Genre: YA Contemporary
Published: July 23, 2013
Length: 190 pages

From a poetic point of view, Miss Nora’s classroom is my Garden of Eden. Everything is so perfect and peaceful during those fifty minutes that I am in her class each day.
Then the stupid bell has to ring and ruin everything.
That annoying, ringing bell taints my ears from evil lurking the halls. The ringing of the bell tempts me to take one step out for the next class.
And when I do, all hell breaks loose.
When evil walks the halls of Valley High, Adny’s life is put to the ultimate test. Three weeks before senior graduation, she leaves a series of videos behind for her best friend to relive the days leading up to the moment that would impact everyone who crossed her path.
Adny’s family and close friends search within themselves and the outside world for not only who would hurt her, but why.
The search would be one they won’t regret, but one they’d hope to forget.”

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S.T. Anthony has had a crazy imagination since the old kindergarten days and excited to finally put it down on paper. She is currently in college and loving every moment so far. Her love to pursue medicine and to write is her passion in life. She is also True Blood obsessed and her eyes will be glued to the TV every Sunday. She is ecstatic to be releasing her first self-published book called I RIZE.

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She walked up to the gym doors, peering through to see if anyone was in there. She couldn’t see a soul, so she took a chance by walking in. She walked passed seat forty-nine, and the smell of Jace’s familiar body spray sent tingled through her body.

A familiar voice asked, “Adny, can I finally have your number?”
She jokingly replied, “What if I say no?”
He embraced her, placing a finger up to her mouth. He gently grabbed her hand to place it on his heart. She could feel it beat against his chest at if it were going to jump out at her. “This is how you make me feel every time I see you.”
She smiled as he ran his fingers through the back of her long black hair; a smile lost until that moment. As he reached in to kiss her, she hesitated for a moment, looking at his eyes. His blue-green eyes illuminated against the blinking ceiling lights. Both of his hands were placed around her, comforting her, pulling her against his body. On her tiptoes, she rubbed her fingers through his rough chin hair. Heavy breaths lingered in her ear and made her yearn for more of him.
They came in closer.
She could smell his chocolate scent even more, while he kissed the upper part of her neck. His fingers trickled down her spine as her entire body flinched from pure pleasure. His lips led up from her neck toward her lips.
Their eyes closed instantly.
Their lips touched as if they were magnets, surrendering to the forces of love between them, each unable to relinquish control. She felt his lips soften with each instance of her touch.

Book Feature + Excerpt + Giveaway: Rush (The Game #1) by Eve Silver

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Genre: YA Sci-Fi
Published: June 11, 2013
Series: #1 (The Game)
Length: 361 pages

So what’s the game now? This, or the life I used to know? When Miki Jones is pulled from her life, pulled through time and space into some kind of game—her carefully controlled life spirals into chaos. In the game, she and a team of other teens are sent on missions to eliminate the Drau, terrifying and beautiful alien creatures. There are no practice runs, no training, and no way out. Miki has only the guidance of secretive but maddeningly attractive team leader Jackson Tate, who says the game isn’t really a game, that what Miki and her new teammates do now determines their survival, and the survival of every other person on this planet. She laughs. He doesn’t. And then the game takes a deadly and terrifying turn.”

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There’s a flash of light, blindingly bright. Colored haloes obscure my vision. They dance and flicker and then disappear, leaving only a rectangle of light boxed in by the dark doorframe. I see then that the door’s gone and in front of me are people. No…they aren’t people. They have limbs, hair, faces, but they aren’t human. After the first glance, they don’t look even remotely human. They’re pure, painful white, so bright they throw off a glare. They look like they’ve been dipped in glass, smooth and polished, but fluid. And their eyes…they’re a silvery color, like the mercury in the antique thermometer that my mom used to have at the side of the front porch. When I was ten, I knocked that thermometer off with my wooden kendo sword, shattering the glass. The little blobs of mercury went all over the porch. I was a kid. I didn’t know better. I touched them, prodding the little balls until they joined the bigger blob. My mom swooped down on me and snatched me away, telling me it was poison. It could kill me. I stare at the things in front of me: the Drau. I can’t look away. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remember Jackson talking about Medusa. Don’t look at their eyes. Their mercury eyes. They’re poison. They will kill me.

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