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You And Everything After (AKA Ty and Cass) Countdown to Cover Reveal! Bloggers - let me know if you want in on the cover reveal!
The cover for You And Everything After is ready, and I'm officially counting down! Cover reveal is Oct. 22, and the book is scheduled to release Dec. 5. If you're a blogger and you'd like to help spread the Falling Series Book 2 excitement, I'd love for you to join my cover reveal. You can sign up here: http://www.wordsmithpublicity.com/2014/09/cover-reveal-you-and-everything-after.html.
I am humbled beyond words at the response to This Is Falling and cannot wait to share Cass and Ty's story with you. In the meantime, I'll share the synopsis below and promise more posts soon. Thank you all so very much.
YOU AND EVERYTHING AFTER
I’m that teenaged girl who has MS. You haven’t met me, but you’ve seen me around. You probably know my sister. We’re twins, and she’s the pretty one. Maybe you’ve heard about my reputation, how much I like to hook up at parties—how easy it is to get me in bed, get what you want, and forget about me after.
Forget what you think you know. I’m leaving that girl behind.
College is all about new beginnings. So from now on—I’m just Cass. And the rest…it isn’t written yet. And no one else gets to write my story for me.
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“Tyson Preeter doesn’t do can’t.”
That’s exactly what I want people to think when they see me. I am strong, invincible, confident, intelligent—arrogant. I’m the man who always finds a way around, over and through—until there’s nothing left. Since losing my ability to walk six years ago, I’ve relearned life. I don’t need sympathy. I don’t want charity. And I don’t do love.
It’s better this way, saves my disappointments for me, and me alone, and it saves my strength for everything I want.
But Cass Owens is about to wreck everything. She’s about to steal all of my strength away from me, because she needs it more. She’s about to break all of my rules, and break down all of my walls. She’s about to own me…completely.
And I’m about to let her.
I am humbled beyond words at the response to This Is Falling and cannot wait to share Cass and Ty's story with you. In the meantime, I'll share the synopsis below and promise more posts soon. Thank you all so very much.
YOU AND EVERYTHING AFTER
I’m that teenaged girl who has MS. You haven’t met me, but you’ve seen me around. You probably know my sister. We’re twins, and she’s the pretty one. Maybe you’ve heard about my reputation, how much I like to hook up at parties—how easy it is to get me in bed, get what you want, and forget about me after.
Forget what you think you know. I’m leaving that girl behind.
College is all about new beginnings. So from now on—I’m just Cass. And the rest…it isn’t written yet. And no one else gets to write my story for me.
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“Tyson Preeter doesn’t do can’t.”
That’s exactly what I want people to think when they see me. I am strong, invincible, confident, intelligent—arrogant. I’m the man who always finds a way around, over and through—until there’s nothing left. Since losing my ability to walk six years ago, I’ve relearned life. I don’t need sympathy. I don’t want charity. And I don’t do love.
It’s better this way, saves my disappointments for me, and me alone, and it saves my strength for everything I want.
But Cass Owens is about to wreck everything. She’s about to steal all of my strength away from me, because she needs it more. She’s about to break all of my rules, and break down all of my walls. She’s about to own me…completely.
And I’m about to let her.
You And Everything After Cover Reveal
Okay, before I get to the big reveal, I must confess…writing the Preeter brothers is…like…not even a job. I love them--from every flaw to every perfect quality. They are good, sooooo very good. And I like to believe good guys like that exist. Hell, I married one. And he was good when I met him. Yeah, he might have dressed up as beer man for Halloween one year in college, but he was always good. And he treated/treats me like a princess. So this little post goes out to all the good guys out there…be found. We love you. Nate and Tyson Preeter might just be my favorite characters to date, and I hope you all love Ty's story as much as I do. It's coming soon - Dec. 5th! In the meantime, here's the cover. I kinda love that a lot, too.
You And Everything After Excerpt, Release Countdown and Promotional Tour
Tyson Preeter may be my favorite character I've written.
That's a pretty hefty statement. That title has been Buck Johnson for a long time. (Buck's Reed's dad in the Waiting series in case you haven't read it.) But Ty…Tyson…(I even love his name both ways). He has a bit of a hold on me.
I'm starting my countdown to the Dec. 5 release for You and Everything After, and I will be sharing a few things here as well as over on my author Facebook page www.facebook.com/GingerScottAuthor and on Twitter @TheGingerScott. Also, if you're a book blogger and would like to participate in my tour or release-day festivities, I'd LOVE to have you. There's a sign-up here.
Lastly, I posted a small teaser excerpt a few days ago on my Facebook page and thought I'd share that here as well. I hope you all enjoy it, and I can't wait to let you inside the head of another Preeter brother! Thank you for loving these boys as much as I do!
Excerpt from You and Everything After:
“So honestly, when do I get to kiss you again?” She laughs at my harsh left turn in our conversation. I love the way she laughs. There’s this rasping sound that comes from deep inside her that shows it’s genuine, and her smile creases deep into her cheeks.
She flops to her back, and I instantly kick myself for causing her to move away. “You’re really trying to wear me down, aren’t you?” she says, her hand running along the side of her face until she covers her eyes, peering at me through her barely spread fingers.
“Wow, well…I’ve never really had to wear anyone down before…” I say, shielding my slightly dented ego.
“And that’s precisely why we need to be friends, and why I can’t kiss you…” she starts, and I interrupt.
“Again,” I say.
“Right, again,” she whispers and moves her hand back to cover her eyes. I take this opportunity to roll onto my side and really look at her, the way her lips barely part when she breathes, the small twitches they make when she fights against her body’s urge to smile, the tiny movement of her tongue as it wets her lips. I have to kiss her again.
“But…and hear me out,” I say, startling her with how close I am. She uncovers her eyes and turns to face me, scooting back a few more inches just to maintain this new self-imposed “safety”distance. “Maybe the fact that I am willing to work so hard just to get you to say yes makes you different.”
She stares into my eyes for several long seconds, her lips slightly parted as she considers this. “Am I? Different?” she asks.
“Now see, there’s the catch,” I say, running my thumb softly over the wrinkles in the sheet between us. “I can’t know for certain unless I kiss you again.”
“Oh really,” she says, smirking.
“Cross my heart,” I say, motioning my hand across my chest. “It’s in the handbook.”
“There’s a handbook,” she says.
“Uh, duh. There’s always a handbook,” I challenge back.
“And your handbook says you can’t tell if I’m worth your time without jamming your tongue down my throat?” she fires back.
“Wow. Again with the word slap,” I say, secretly loving this back-and-forth we’ve got going now.
“Word slap?” she questions.
“Yeah, like, you just bitch-slapped me in the face with your words. Word slap,” I say with a shrug. She holds my gaze after this and bites at the corner of her lip, her eyes squinting as she decides her next move.
“Okay, how’s this,” she says, leaning in a little closer, closing the gap in the invisible barrier she seems to have instituted when I started talking about kissing. “You can kiss me again…” I move toward her on instinct, but she’s quick to put her hand against my chest to stop me. I grip it, tight, and meet the dare in her eyes. “But not until you mean it.”
There’s a fire in her eyes when she says this, one that I don’t disrespect, and don’t dare cross. It’s not threatening, but it’s serious, and I have this feeling churning in my stomach that Cass Owens is what Nate and I like to call a game changer. Her words have my heart racing, my mind worried that I can’t mean it enough, at least not yet. All of our playfulness from seconds before has ceased with this line she’s drawn, and I will obey it.
Holding her gaze, I lift the hand I’ve trapped against my body to my mouth and press my lips to her open palm. I don’t speak, and I don’t break our line of sight. But I don’t kiss her, either.
That's a pretty hefty statement. That title has been Buck Johnson for a long time. (Buck's Reed's dad in the Waiting series in case you haven't read it.) But Ty…Tyson…(I even love his name both ways). He has a bit of a hold on me.
I'm starting my countdown to the Dec. 5 release for You and Everything After, and I will be sharing a few things here as well as over on my author Facebook page www.facebook.com/GingerScottAuthor and on Twitter @TheGingerScott. Also, if you're a book blogger and would like to participate in my tour or release-day festivities, I'd LOVE to have you. There's a sign-up here.
Lastly, I posted a small teaser excerpt a few days ago on my Facebook page and thought I'd share that here as well. I hope you all enjoy it, and I can't wait to let you inside the head of another Preeter brother! Thank you for loving these boys as much as I do!
Excerpt from You and Everything After:
“So honestly, when do I get to kiss you again?” She laughs at my harsh left turn in our conversation. I love the way she laughs. There’s this rasping sound that comes from deep inside her that shows it’s genuine, and her smile creases deep into her cheeks.
She flops to her back, and I instantly kick myself for causing her to move away. “You’re really trying to wear me down, aren’t you?” she says, her hand running along the side of her face until she covers her eyes, peering at me through her barely spread fingers.
“Wow, well…I’ve never really had to wear anyone down before…” I say, shielding my slightly dented ego.
“And that’s precisely why we need to be friends, and why I can’t kiss you…” she starts, and I interrupt.
“Again,” I say.
“Right, again,” she whispers and moves her hand back to cover her eyes. I take this opportunity to roll onto my side and really look at her, the way her lips barely part when she breathes, the small twitches they make when she fights against her body’s urge to smile, the tiny movement of her tongue as it wets her lips. I have to kiss her again.
“But…and hear me out,” I say, startling her with how close I am. She uncovers her eyes and turns to face me, scooting back a few more inches just to maintain this new self-imposed “safety”distance. “Maybe the fact that I am willing to work so hard just to get you to say yes makes you different.”
She stares into my eyes for several long seconds, her lips slightly parted as she considers this. “Am I? Different?” she asks.
“Now see, there’s the catch,” I say, running my thumb softly over the wrinkles in the sheet between us. “I can’t know for certain unless I kiss you again.”
“Oh really,” she says, smirking.
“Cross my heart,” I say, motioning my hand across my chest. “It’s in the handbook.”
“There’s a handbook,” she says.
“Uh, duh. There’s always a handbook,” I challenge back.
“And your handbook says you can’t tell if I’m worth your time without jamming your tongue down my throat?” she fires back.
“Wow. Again with the word slap,” I say, secretly loving this back-and-forth we’ve got going now.
“Word slap?” she questions.
“Yeah, like, you just bitch-slapped me in the face with your words. Word slap,” I say with a shrug. She holds my gaze after this and bites at the corner of her lip, her eyes squinting as she decides her next move.
“Okay, how’s this,” she says, leaning in a little closer, closing the gap in the invisible barrier she seems to have instituted when I started talking about kissing. “You can kiss me again…” I move toward her on instinct, but she’s quick to put her hand against my chest to stop me. I grip it, tight, and meet the dare in her eyes. “But not until you mean it.”
There’s a fire in her eyes when she says this, one that I don’t disrespect, and don’t dare cross. It’s not threatening, but it’s serious, and I have this feeling churning in my stomach that Cass Owens is what Nate and I like to call a game changer. Her words have my heart racing, my mind worried that I can’t mean it enough, at least not yet. All of our playfulness from seconds before has ceased with this line she’s drawn, and I will obey it.
Holding her gaze, I lift the hand I’ve trapped against my body to my mouth and press my lips to her open palm. I don’t speak, and I don’t break our line of sight. But I don’t kiss her, either.
This Is Falling On Sale for a Limited Time - 99 Cents!!!
Just a quick post because I didn't want anyone to miss out - THIS IS FALLING is on sale for $0.99 on all platforms for a very limited time. It's part of the countdown to the release of Book 2 in the Falling Series - YOU AND EVERYTHING AFTER. Sale ends Nov. 22, so grab your copy or tell a friend:-)
Thanks for loving Rowe and Nate - can't wait for you to meet Tyson and Cass!
Thanks for loving Rowe and Nate - can't wait for you to meet Tyson and Cass!
You And Everything After Is ALMOST Live!
I shared this release "eve" post over on my Facebook page, but wanted to share it here as well. I can't wait for you all to meet Ty and Cass, and I hope you fall in love with their story. I know you're probably sick of hearing me say this, but thank you for reading - I love you all for it so very much.
Here's the link to my FB page just in case you'd like to hang out with me there (I give a lot of stuff away, so might be worth it :-) Ginger Scott's Facebook Page.
Here's the post:
I found something the other day. I was cleaning out old crap in the closet, and I came across one of my many mini notebooks in an old purse I finally got around to donating. In the notebook were lots of notes on these two characters I had been thinking about, Reed and Nolan, and in the back, there was a list of goals. I do this every year--write down my goals. I heard someone say something during an NPR interview once about how writing down goals makes you more likely to accomplish them, so I started writing mine down on the back page of notebooks and carrying them with me everywhere. I usually had four or five wellness type goals - funny, "stress less" makes the list every year. But…I also would end with "write my book." I would copy this goal over every year, and every year would pass without a check mark of accomplishment. Two years ago, I tackled two things on this list in the picture: One, I finally finished that book and put it out there with much fear and trepidation that it would float along unnoticed and be fast forgotten. I also took a risk, because putting this thing out there, this thing that was so personal and such a part of me and such a look inside my heart and mind and feelings, well…just trust me, that was a risk for me. I'm a tough cookie in many ways. I've been a breaking news reporter, and I've had people spit at me (really, people spit at reporters sometimes. Especially when those people are in handcuffs). But I wasn't sure how I'd handle someone absolutely hating my stories. I remember my stomach was sick when I pushed "publish" and then I waited and waited for others to read. It started slow, but the reviews coming in were positive, and after a few months, I had a handful of truly wonderful reviews that were more encouraging than anything I'd ever felt in my entire life. More time went on, and I started to get emails from people who identified with my book, who were moved by Nolan's story, appreciated the realness of Reed's character, and that gave me the courage to write more. After a year, I'd also experienced some of those really tough reviews -- the ones that terrified me. Yes, some people hated what I wrote, and they weren't shy about it. But some of those reviews had some very helpful things to say, so I put more notes in a mini notebook, and I made a goal to get better, but only at those things that wouldn't compromise what makes my stories "me." And I hope I've done that. I saved this post for today because once again, I'm on the eve of my newest release going live. And while I've gotten better at taking this seemingly little risk of putting my stories out to the world, it still fills me with a rush of anxiety. But maybe that's a good thing. Maybe that's what keeps me trying harder. I think we all want to be accepted and appreciated for what we put into the world, and the fact that so many of you have embraced my tiny contribution is humbling and the greatest gift. And if I have to eat through a box of Tums every time I add to the collection, then that seems a fitting price to pay to remind me that you all deserve my very best. So with that…in less than 24 hours, I give you all YOU AND EVERYTHING AFTER, Ty and Cass, and another little piece of me. I hope you like it, and I can't wait to do this again.
Here's the link to my FB page just in case you'd like to hang out with me there (I give a lot of stuff away, so might be worth it :-) Ginger Scott's Facebook Page.
Here's the post:
I found something the other day. I was cleaning out old crap in the closet, and I came across one of my many mini notebooks in an old purse I finally got around to donating. In the notebook were lots of notes on these two characters I had been thinking about, Reed and Nolan, and in the back, there was a list of goals. I do this every year--write down my goals. I heard someone say something during an NPR interview once about how writing down goals makes you more likely to accomplish them, so I started writing mine down on the back page of notebooks and carrying them with me everywhere. I usually had four or five wellness type goals - funny, "stress less" makes the list every year. But…I also would end with "write my book." I would copy this goal over every year, and every year would pass without a check mark of accomplishment. Two years ago, I tackled two things on this list in the picture: One, I finally finished that book and put it out there with much fear and trepidation that it would float along unnoticed and be fast forgotten. I also took a risk, because putting this thing out there, this thing that was so personal and such a part of me and such a look inside my heart and mind and feelings, well…just trust me, that was a risk for me. I'm a tough cookie in many ways. I've been a breaking news reporter, and I've had people spit at me (really, people spit at reporters sometimes. Especially when those people are in handcuffs). But I wasn't sure how I'd handle someone absolutely hating my stories. I remember my stomach was sick when I pushed "publish" and then I waited and waited for others to read. It started slow, but the reviews coming in were positive, and after a few months, I had a handful of truly wonderful reviews that were more encouraging than anything I'd ever felt in my entire life. More time went on, and I started to get emails from people who identified with my book, who were moved by Nolan's story, appreciated the realness of Reed's character, and that gave me the courage to write more. After a year, I'd also experienced some of those really tough reviews -- the ones that terrified me. Yes, some people hated what I wrote, and they weren't shy about it. But some of those reviews had some very helpful things to say, so I put more notes in a mini notebook, and I made a goal to get better, but only at those things that wouldn't compromise what makes my stories "me." And I hope I've done that. I saved this post for today because once again, I'm on the eve of my newest release going live. And while I've gotten better at taking this seemingly little risk of putting my stories out to the world, it still fills me with a rush of anxiety. But maybe that's a good thing. Maybe that's what keeps me trying harder. I think we all want to be accepted and appreciated for what we put into the world, and the fact that so many of you have embraced my tiny contribution is humbling and the greatest gift. And if I have to eat through a box of Tums every time I add to the collection, then that seems a fitting price to pay to remind me that you all deserve my very best. So with that…in less than 24 hours, I give you all YOU AND EVERYTHING AFTER, Ty and Cass, and another little piece of me. I hope you like it, and I can't wait to do this again.
Cry Baby is live, and I got personal about it...
Hi. I haven't blogged in here in a while, and I'm sorry. There are a lot of things to juggle in the author world - marketing, social media, events, websites, formatting, editing, oh...and writing! I do blog, when I can. And I've started doing it over on my website, which is probably where I will post things a little more often. If you'd like to follow me there and check out my most recent post about Cry Baby and the inspiration behind it, please visit me at www.littlemisswrite.com/blog.
Cry Baby is live today! This is it - release day! This book...it took me on a ride. This one is deeply important to me. It was hard, and it challenged me. The journey was tough, and I took my time where I needed it. There's a lot of truth in this book, and I tried not to sugarcoat any of it. Raw was required, and I hope I did it justice. Also...the kissy parts are pretty freaking hawt :)
It's YA, but it's more than that I hope. It's gritty, and it's based on real people...lots of them. Too many of them. A boy trapped in the gang life and the tomboy girl who needs to prove she's just as good as the boys on the court. This book is everything. I hope it hits your heart in all of the right places.
Welcome to Cry Baby.
Cry Baby is live today! This is it - release day! This book...it took me on a ride. This one is deeply important to me. It was hard, and it challenged me. The journey was tough, and I took my time where I needed it. There's a lot of truth in this book, and I tried not to sugarcoat any of it. Raw was required, and I hope I did it justice. Also...the kissy parts are pretty freaking hawt :)
It's YA, but it's more than that I hope. It's gritty, and it's based on real people...lots of them. Too many of them. A boy trapped in the gang life and the tomboy girl who needs to prove she's just as good as the boys on the court. This book is everything. I hope it hits your heart in all of the right places.
Welcome to Cry Baby.
A NEW VARSITY BOOK IS OUT!
VARSITY CAPTAIN - LUCAS GETS HIS TURN!
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June Mabee is a lot of things.
She’s the girl next door.
She’s the best friend I ever had.
She was my first kiss, as awkward as it was.
And she’s the last person I should have feelings for. Ever.
Two years ago, I cut all ties with her because I had no choice. No more late night phone calls, no hellos or goodbyes, not even a passing smile. I left her to wonder what happened to the us we used to be. We were best friends, and then suddenly…we weren’t. And I know it hurt. But the truth would have hurt her more, and being anything with June would have destroyed my family.
For a while, we managed to exist a hundred feet apart with no connection at all. She changed schools. I kept busy. We existed, apart. But no matter how hard I tried to not think about her, I just couldn’t stay away from the funny, adventurous, steadfast girl with wild green eyes.
She’s back. We’re seniors now. We’ve grown—all of us. And while I might be different, she’s different too. She takes risks, stands up for herself and doesn’t back down. The more we’re forced together, the more I miss her. But for June to be a part of my story, I need to tell her the whole truth, everything that happened. And I’m not sure any of us are ready for that.
★BUY NOW: books2read.com/VarsityCaptain
★FREE IN KINDLE UNLIMITED
June Mabee is a lot of things.
She’s the girl next door.
She’s the best friend I ever had.
She was my first kiss, as awkward as it was.
And she’s the last person I should have feelings for. Ever.
Two years ago, I cut all ties with her because I had no choice. No more late night phone calls, no hellos or goodbyes, not even a passing smile. I left her to wonder what happened to the us we used to be. We were best friends, and then suddenly…we weren’t. And I know it hurt. But the truth would have hurt her more, and being anything with June would have destroyed my family.
For a while, we managed to exist a hundred feet apart with no connection at all. She changed schools. I kept busy. We existed, apart. But no matter how hard I tried to not think about her, I just couldn’t stay away from the funny, adventurous, steadfast girl with wild green eyes.
She’s back. We’re seniors now. We’ve grown—all of us. And while I might be different, she’s different too. She takes risks, stands up for herself and doesn’t back down. The more we’re forced together, the more I miss her. But for June to be a part of my story, I need to tell her the whole truth, everything that happened. And I’m not sure any of us are ready for that.
