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'Blindness' Teaser!
I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted you all to have a small taste of Cody and "Blindness." Book release coming in February!
Synopsis:
Blindness
A novel by Ginger Scott
It takes a while to know who you really are. And when you lose your way, sometimes it’s hard to find it again.
Charlie Hudson was on the verge of figuring that out when her dad—the only parent and friend she ever had—died suddenly. She was barely 18, and she was alone. So she went for easy—playing life safe, running away from a home that harbored nothing but bad memories and challenges and loving a man who would take her away from it all forever.
It’s funny how chance takes over when you need it most. And that’s exactly what brought Cody Carmichael into her life. A former motocross super star, Cody was now happy to be living the blue collar life, spending his days finishing up school and his nights under the hood of some classic car, just trying to keep everything his father taught him alive. Cody and Charlie were living parallel lives, until they finally collided. And the moment he smiled at her, Charlie knew he was the one who would change everything. But was she willing to take the risk?
Cody saw through it all. He saw her—all of her. But would letting him in be too much to take? And if Charlie let herself love him—really love him—could he love her back?
Teaser:
Cody is still next to me, his grip on my hand once again strong, but his body is stiff. I’m rewinding mentally, realizing just how far I went. Shit! I said way too much! I don’t even know what I’m doing here. This all suddenly feels way too intimate—wrong. My pulse is speeding up the more I think about what Trevor would think if he saw me, saw this—saw us!
I slide the pillow from my chest to the side and work my fingers until they’re out of Cody’s grip. He remains next to me, but isn’t moving. I’m pretty sure I just made him feel unwelcome in his own bed, the awkwardness creeping in now and almost choking me. I have to leave, leave this bed and then leave this room. I’ll be calm until I shut his door, and then I’m running.
Yes, that’s it. I’ll run.
“Oh God, I’m sorry. I just unloaded, like, way too much on you. I’m…I’m just going to go,” I say, pushing myself up to sit at the side of the bed and slip on my shoes. The light is dim, but I can tell that Cody’s eyes have shifted to me. He’s still not moving or speaking, and I don’t really want him to. I just want to get out of his room without him saying a word.
“Thank you, truly,” I say as I stand and look once more at the ceiling. “The stars? They’re amazing,” my voice wavers, and I turn and walk to his door. I’m gripping the handle, willing myself to keep it together for just a few more seconds until I’m out of his view, when I feel his body behind me and see his hand flat against the door.
His breath against my neck raises every hair on my body. I’m looking intently at his fingers splayed out on the wood paneling of the door in front of me, my hands still gripping the door handle. Beyond this door, my life continues on one path—a path I know. A path I love. But I’m stalled, considering what happens if I stay in this room. I’m paralyzed. Fear. Indecision.
“Cody, I…” I start, but don’t know how to finish.
“Just stay,” he says, his voice barely audible, and the air released from his words sends more chills around my neck and down my entire body.
“Just…” I hear him swallow, and even though I can’t see him, I know he’s struggling. I keep my eyes forward and watch his fingers curl into a fist on the door, clinching tightly. “I won’t…I wouldn’t make you uncomfortable. I’m not asking you to do anything. Please…please just stay,” his head falling flat against the back of mine as he speaks. I can feel him breathe me in, and I feel like I’m racing down a hill, lightheaded from the conflict brewing inside.
“Okay,” I whisper, not even aware that it was me speaking. I’m on autopilot, turning away from the path I know and recognize on the other side of the door, but desperately worried that it won’t be there when I finally leave this room.
Cody’s hand slides from the door to my shoulder, and I shiver as he traces the back of his fingers down the length of my arm until he finds my hand once again. He pulls me to him, forcing me to turn into his body. I keep my eyes focused on the words on his shirt, reading the dates and towns to myself. Some tour shirt—a concert, perhaps? Or maybe a race? I’m trying to keep my mind busy with this pointless task when Cody reaches for my chin and pulls my face to look at his.
His eyes are serious. Even in the darkness of his room, I can see the flecks of blue—I’m that close. I watch them as they move to the side of my face to follow his hand as he pushes my hair away from my face slowly, tucking it behind my ear but leaving it there, his fingers tangled deep within my hair. He tilts his head to the side, and I think for a moment that he’s about to kiss me. I lick my lips on instinct, and I feel him tense up from it.
His hand forces me forward into him and I close my eyes, almost believing that if I don’t see it coming I won’t be able to stop it. I feel his chest press to mine next, then his hand wraps deeper into my hair so he’s cradling the back of my head. His other hand slides up my side to the middle of my back, and his chin comes down above my head so I’m completely tucked within his embrace. I’m sheltered, and it’s the first time I’ve ever felt my heart actually stop from being in someone’s arms.
Giving in, I bring my hands up Cody’s back so I’m hugging him tightly to me, my fingers gripping at his torn T-shirt. I slide my face flat against him and let out everything I’ve been holding in—it feels like for years.
Synopsis:
Blindness
A novel by Ginger Scott
It takes a while to know who you really are. And when you lose your way, sometimes it’s hard to find it again.
Charlie Hudson was on the verge of figuring that out when her dad—the only parent and friend she ever had—died suddenly. She was barely 18, and she was alone. So she went for easy—playing life safe, running away from a home that harbored nothing but bad memories and challenges and loving a man who would take her away from it all forever.
It’s funny how chance takes over when you need it most. And that’s exactly what brought Cody Carmichael into her life. A former motocross super star, Cody was now happy to be living the blue collar life, spending his days finishing up school and his nights under the hood of some classic car, just trying to keep everything his father taught him alive. Cody and Charlie were living parallel lives, until they finally collided. And the moment he smiled at her, Charlie knew he was the one who would change everything. But was she willing to take the risk?
Cody saw through it all. He saw her—all of her. But would letting him in be too much to take? And if Charlie let herself love him—really love him—could he love her back?
Teaser:
Cody is still next to me, his grip on my hand once again strong, but his body is stiff. I’m rewinding mentally, realizing just how far I went. Shit! I said way too much! I don’t even know what I’m doing here. This all suddenly feels way too intimate—wrong. My pulse is speeding up the more I think about what Trevor would think if he saw me, saw this—saw us!
I slide the pillow from my chest to the side and work my fingers until they’re out of Cody’s grip. He remains next to me, but isn’t moving. I’m pretty sure I just made him feel unwelcome in his own bed, the awkwardness creeping in now and almost choking me. I have to leave, leave this bed and then leave this room. I’ll be calm until I shut his door, and then I’m running.
Yes, that’s it. I’ll run.
“Oh God, I’m sorry. I just unloaded, like, way too much on you. I’m…I’m just going to go,” I say, pushing myself up to sit at the side of the bed and slip on my shoes. The light is dim, but I can tell that Cody’s eyes have shifted to me. He’s still not moving or speaking, and I don’t really want him to. I just want to get out of his room without him saying a word.
“Thank you, truly,” I say as I stand and look once more at the ceiling. “The stars? They’re amazing,” my voice wavers, and I turn and walk to his door. I’m gripping the handle, willing myself to keep it together for just a few more seconds until I’m out of his view, when I feel his body behind me and see his hand flat against the door.
His breath against my neck raises every hair on my body. I’m looking intently at his fingers splayed out on the wood paneling of the door in front of me, my hands still gripping the door handle. Beyond this door, my life continues on one path—a path I know. A path I love. But I’m stalled, considering what happens if I stay in this room. I’m paralyzed. Fear. Indecision.
“Cody, I…” I start, but don’t know how to finish.
“Just stay,” he says, his voice barely audible, and the air released from his words sends more chills around my neck and down my entire body.
“Just…” I hear him swallow, and even though I can’t see him, I know he’s struggling. I keep my eyes forward and watch his fingers curl into a fist on the door, clinching tightly. “I won’t…I wouldn’t make you uncomfortable. I’m not asking you to do anything. Please…please just stay,” his head falling flat against the back of mine as he speaks. I can feel him breathe me in, and I feel like I’m racing down a hill, lightheaded from the conflict brewing inside.
“Okay,” I whisper, not even aware that it was me speaking. I’m on autopilot, turning away from the path I know and recognize on the other side of the door, but desperately worried that it won’t be there when I finally leave this room.
Cody’s hand slides from the door to my shoulder, and I shiver as he traces the back of his fingers down the length of my arm until he finds my hand once again. He pulls me to him, forcing me to turn into his body. I keep my eyes focused on the words on his shirt, reading the dates and towns to myself. Some tour shirt—a concert, perhaps? Or maybe a race? I’m trying to keep my mind busy with this pointless task when Cody reaches for my chin and pulls my face to look at his.
His eyes are serious. Even in the darkness of his room, I can see the flecks of blue—I’m that close. I watch them as they move to the side of my face to follow his hand as he pushes my hair away from my face slowly, tucking it behind my ear but leaving it there, his fingers tangled deep within my hair. He tilts his head to the side, and I think for a moment that he’s about to kiss me. I lick my lips on instinct, and I feel him tense up from it.
His hand forces me forward into him and I close my eyes, almost believing that if I don’t see it coming I won’t be able to stop it. I feel his chest press to mine next, then his hand wraps deeper into my hair so he’s cradling the back of my head. His other hand slides up my side to the middle of my back, and his chin comes down above my head so I’m completely tucked within his embrace. I’m sheltered, and it’s the first time I’ve ever felt my heart actually stop from being in someone’s arms.
Giving in, I bring my hands up Cody’s back so I’m hugging him tightly to me, my fingers gripping at his torn T-shirt. I slide my face flat against him and let out everything I’ve been holding in—it feels like for years.
Behind-the-Scenes of Blindness
Blindness is live! To say that I have been biting my nails in anticipation throughout this countdown would be a gross understatement. I have bitten them to the nub, paced walking paths in the yard and carpet, chewed a lot of Tums, talked to my dogs (I've had full-on conversations with them), and driven my husband nuts. But finally…finally! Cody is live and breathing in book form.
I got the idea for this story when I was writing Waiting on the Sidelines. I wanted to create a character with real imperfections--the kind of scars that make it hard on our bodies and our hearts. Cody lived in my head for a few months. I was finishing Going Long, but in my purse I had this small little notebook that I would fill up with little bits and pieces about Cody. What made him tick--his past, his look, his dreams, his flaws. And somewhere along the way I fell in love with this character.
When Going was done, I dove right into writing Blindness. But what surprised me was how easy it was to write the main character's voice. That's right…Cody wasn't the voice in the story. Don't get me wrong, he's the heart--and you'll learn just how much of the heart he is when you read it--but he wasn't the voice. I needed a worthy woman--one with just as many battle wounds from life, one who needed Cody's penchant for risk to give her that little nudge to get her heart beating again, to push her into living. Charlotte "Charlie" Hudson embodied all of those things, and her story poured onto the pages. There's something about her--my friends would tell you that I'm drawn to her connection to her past, her love for all things old and nostalgic. And they would probably be right, to an extent. But I think I also get her hesitation--her fear of being daring, of taking a leap. I admire leapers, and I'm working on becoming one myself.
So's Charlie.
Without giving any more away, I thought I'd also share a few behind-the-scenes facts about Blindness and my journey in writing it.
~ The National 'Trouble Will Find Me' was pretty much exclusively taking up residency on my iPod while writing this story. I dig the tone of their music, and the song "I Need My Girl" pretty much sums the feeling of this book up.
~ The title is an homage to Jack White's cover of "Love is Blindness" -- nothing against U2, it's just…well…Jack does it better. While The National was my soundtrack, Jack White's rendition is this story's anthem.
~ My husband has read all of my books, and he has loved them (he even says so when he talks to people when I'm not around; it gets back to me). He reads sci-fi and fantasy, and he willingly turned in his man card after Blindness because he enjoyed it so much.
~ I'm already four chapters in on my new project. This one is going to be very important to me, and extremely personal. I hope I can grow my nails back in time.
I hope you love these characters as much as I do, and though I say it all the time, I truly mean it--thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading and spending your time with my words. It's a gift, and I don't take it for granted.
I got the idea for this story when I was writing Waiting on the Sidelines. I wanted to create a character with real imperfections--the kind of scars that make it hard on our bodies and our hearts. Cody lived in my head for a few months. I was finishing Going Long, but in my purse I had this small little notebook that I would fill up with little bits and pieces about Cody. What made him tick--his past, his look, his dreams, his flaws. And somewhere along the way I fell in love with this character.
When Going was done, I dove right into writing Blindness. But what surprised me was how easy it was to write the main character's voice. That's right…Cody wasn't the voice in the story. Don't get me wrong, he's the heart--and you'll learn just how much of the heart he is when you read it--but he wasn't the voice. I needed a worthy woman--one with just as many battle wounds from life, one who needed Cody's penchant for risk to give her that little nudge to get her heart beating again, to push her into living. Charlotte "Charlie" Hudson embodied all of those things, and her story poured onto the pages. There's something about her--my friends would tell you that I'm drawn to her connection to her past, her love for all things old and nostalgic. And they would probably be right, to an extent. But I think I also get her hesitation--her fear of being daring, of taking a leap. I admire leapers, and I'm working on becoming one myself.
So's Charlie.
Without giving any more away, I thought I'd also share a few behind-the-scenes facts about Blindness and my journey in writing it.
~ The National 'Trouble Will Find Me' was pretty much exclusively taking up residency on my iPod while writing this story. I dig the tone of their music, and the song "I Need My Girl" pretty much sums the feeling of this book up.
~ The title is an homage to Jack White's cover of "Love is Blindness" -- nothing against U2, it's just…well…Jack does it better. While The National was my soundtrack, Jack White's rendition is this story's anthem.
~ My husband has read all of my books, and he has loved them (he even says so when he talks to people when I'm not around; it gets back to me). He reads sci-fi and fantasy, and he willingly turned in his man card after Blindness because he enjoyed it so much.
~ I'm already four chapters in on my new project. This one is going to be very important to me, and extremely personal. I hope I can grow my nails back in time.
I hope you love these characters as much as I do, and though I say it all the time, I truly mean it--thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading and spending your time with my words. It's a gift, and I don't take it for granted.
Watch the Blindness Book Trailer!
I'm just pretty excited about this…I think it captures the feeling of the book pretty damn well! Hope you enjoy!
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