Ginger Scott's Blog - Posts Tagged "new-book"

I've been trying to start a new post for a few days now, but my mind seems to be wandering in all different directions. So...I give in. There's not a clear theme to this one, just a bunch of collective thoughts, fun stuffs and more about this journey I've been on.

Firstly, why is my mind wandering? Well...I promised to continue to document my indie author process and experience, and part of that is dividing yourself into a million little pieces so you can do a million little missions. I've been marketing like crazy--meeting some amazing bloggers, beta readers, reviewers and just good ole fashioned great people who love to read YA/NA romance. Before I forget to say thank you: "Thank You!" to those of you who have been so amazingly wonderful to work with, who have given up some of your reading pie to take a slice of Waiting on the Sidelines and Going Long (which releases officially Oct. 1) and who have shared your thoughts (so very kind thoughts) on the book with me and your friends. You've been the gas to keep my indie author road trip plugging along.

As for the missions? There are many. I've been advertising, sending personal emails, reaching out to bloggers, holding my breath, taking the bumps along with the praise, and then waiting. Mostly, the waiting has been the exciting part. Going Long goes live very soon (I can hardly wait). Some of you may notice it showing up early...I hate being late, so I tend to aim for early.

Now, imagine a great transition here so I can start an entirely new subject (I warned you, I'm all over the place). I thought it would be fun to throw a few fun tidbits in here about WoTS and Going Long. Let's start with football. I'm a HUGE fan. A fan of all sports, really, but I know my football. When I was about 12, I was watching the Niners play the Cowboys, and I made comment to my brother about Montana not getting enough time in the pocket, and he just smiled and told me that someday I was going to make some guy very happy. My husband would agree--I'm very helpful in picking his fantasy team (may I point out mine is doing pretty damn well, too). Anyhow, back to my point, I take my football seriously. You'll notice that the match-ups in Going Long and any reference to the BCS play-off system and rankings are pretty darn accurate (the Big Ten plays the Pac 12 in the Rose Bowl). But, given that I'm a Sun Devil and bleed maroon and gold, making the Wildcats a top-ranked team was really tough to do. We have a joke in our house that the only way the Wildcats could have a great football team is in fiction. (It's funny if you're a Sun Devil, trust me.)

Lastly, let me leave you with a little tease. I'm writing again (my favorite part of this whole thing). It's an entirely new story -- a new-adult romance full of lots of heartbreak, hope and swoon. So far, I'm pretty in love with the new guy. But I'll always have a soft spot for the old one -- Reed. I'd love to hear from his other fans out there, so please feel free to 'friend me' here or drop me a line on email. I love hearing from you. And thank you for reading. You have given me so much, and I love you all.

So, I'm writing again. Well, not right now, exactly. Right now I'm blogging and watching baseball, cursing over the fact that my Diamondbacks traded Stephen Drew to the Boston Red Sox (he's tearing it up at Shortstop, by the way).

But in a few more innings, I'll be back with the iPod and MacBook, writing again. And it feels sooooo good. I'm falling in love with a new set of characters. I can't say much yet, but I will share that my male came to me early, somewhere near the end of writing Waiting on the Sidelines. I can tell you that he's pensive, worthy and sexy as hell. He also has a lot of crap to work through (I mean, it's romance...you have to have conflict and tension--and I LOVE really good tension). But he's also got one of those melt-you-on-the-spot, feel-it-in-your-knees, warm and chewy centers. I happen to love those, too.

I can't wait to share more with you all...and I promise to as I get a little deeper in the process. But for now, I want to give a little shout out to all the good guys out there. I feel lucky because I happen to be married to one. And I happen to be the daughter of one. And the sister of one. Real men who do right by their women and who put their families first and themselves dead last.

Maybe its my upcoming anniversary. Maybe it's the new book I'm working on. Maybe it's the high school football I've been taking in reminding me of my love for my first born character, Reed Johnson. But I'm just feeling a little appreciative tonight for all the good guys out there. Don't get me wrong, I like it when they're bad on the outside. But the inside stuff--man, that's where it counts.

OK, enough of that mushy stuff. I'll be in touch--I've got six more outs to get through so I can get back to writing about Mr. C. ;-)

Go Red Sox!

I'm so excited to share this with everyone. It's the 'Blindness' cover reveal! Book will be live in February - please feel free to shelve it like crazy now, though. I'll let you all know when pre-orders are up on Barnes & Noble and iBooks.

In the meantime, here's the cover and synopsis:


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?

It's weeks away, but there's time for one more "Blindness" teaser! Just making final edits and doing the last reads. Here's one more glimpse inside:

Cody wraps his hand around his mug and looks at it a good long while before he lifts it to his lips and takes a loud slurping sip, like a kid with hot cocoa. The sound makes me laugh, and he winks at me, his cheeks wrinkling with his smile—it’s back, and it’s heavenly.

After another minute of looking at his cup, Cody sets it down and pushes it away. I’m staring at him now, and I know it, but I can’t seem to stop. He’s wearing a clean white T-shirt, but last night’s jeans—I recognize them. His hands, his face, his hair— he’s a mess, every bit of his rough night worn on his body. But it has my guts twisting, my insides aching. And deep down I know the way I’m looking at him is about being more than friends. But I squeeze my eyes tight to wring out those thoughts and force myself to remember that that’s all we are. We’re friends.

“I think you owe me some change,” he says, his voice a little scratchy. He coughs to clear his throat, and I lean forward on my elbow, raising a brow to question him. “The coffee? There’s no way I’m making it to the two-for-one deal. It’s pretty much the worst shit I’ve ever had.”

He busts out laughing mid sentence, unable to keep a straight face. I start to laugh, too, knowing I really have no idea how to brew coffee. I only started drinking it in college—and I usually buy my cup at Starbucks. I smile at him and shake my head, instinctively reaching forward to touch him. I push his arm with a tease, and he stops it before I can pull away, grabbing my fingers and wrapping them in his own. Suddenly, he’s holding my hand. He’s holding my hand!

I let him and watch as his fingers slowly lock into place with mine, the twists of ink and words along them like black keys on a piano against my pale skin. I steal a glance at him to see his eyes intent on our tangled hands, his gaze soft, but guarded. He’s being so careful. My mind is betraying everything I’m fighting to hold onto with visions of his mouth on mine, my lips tingling at the thought of kissing him, tasting him.


...And you'll have to wait just a little longer for the rest;-)

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.

Let's all take a moment to hear the Coldplay song my headline quotes in our heads. (If you don't know the song I reference, it's The Scientist...and that song has the power to make you cry, I tell you!)

Those words just felt fitting for this post. It's release-eve...though by the time most of you read this post, The Hail Mary will be live and out in the world. This book...it was the end of a journey for me. I've been thinking about what to write here, for my regular-irregular blog post...and the thing that just kept sticking in my mind is the fact that this trilogy was a duet for so long. I keep asking myself why?

I know...I know...a lot of you have been asking me that for about five years. Six? Damn...shoot, yeah...six years. I know...I know...it always was meant to be a trilogy. I think I probably knew that deep down. But these characters, more than any I've ever written, are family. My bones are their bones, my insecurities are Nolan's, my bravado is Reed's, and the wisdom of my family members is in Buck. This series is my home. It's rooted here, quite literally. And the truth of the matter is I never wanted to do anything to these books - the first two...Waiting on the Sidelines and Going Long - that would make them less than what they were.

Waiting was my first, and it will always be my precious baby. It's the book I always wanted to write, and every time a girl like me finds it and identifies with it, my heart beats a little harder. Going Long was the ride. That book was fueled by joy and a new-found confidence that yes...I could do this. But their story--the story of the girl with a boy's name and the screwed up, competitive, little jerk that she loved and forgave maybe more than she should--yeah...it wasn't over. You guys were right. They needed their sunset.

I've said this a few times in posts and in various places, but this book - The Hail Mary - is the most satisfying cherry on top I could have ever written. I'm never this certain at the finish. I'm never this bold or confident at release. But I know that if you've loved the ride, you're going to love this trip back home. The Hail Mary is for you. Turns out...it was for me, too.

It's perfect.

I hope you all enjoy!

XOXO

Ginger

In case I haven't been obnoxious enough shouting about this book in all corners of my digital universe...BRED is about to go live or already is depending on where you are and what time you're reading this!

I'm so in love with this story. And I have to admit, writing it scared the ever-loving crap out of me. At its heart, Bred is a coming-of-age love story inspired by Great Expectations. The Dickens classic happens to be one of my favorite books of all-time. Add this formula up and you get gut-unsettling fear.

But I didn't want to let intimidation stand in my way. This was a scary thing I wanted to tackle--one that I wanted to slay. And I am so very proud of how BRED came out. It's a unique story, but classical as well. There are small nods (and a few bigger ones) woven into the story to pay homage, but there's also a lot of me.

Dark and wonderful. That's what someone told me after an early read. That small review made my heart feel full, and I hope this story does the same for you.

In case you're still waiting for it to go live (it will be on Amazon and Free in KU by the way!), here's a small taste. I wanted to share a short excerpt just to give you an idea of what's to come.

Enjoy! And if you read on and enjoy Bred, I would love your review.

Find BRED here: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07RKK8P4L

Excerpt from BRED by Ginger Scott
(copyright Ginger Scott - 2019)

“Lily, I love watching you play. I really do. And you’re getting so good. You’re better than me now. God, that first day! Remember how I played the piano?”

“I thought you were amazing,” I say, the goofy grin tickling my cheeks.

“You just thought I was cute,” he says with a tilt of his head. Arrogant and adorable. “I was awful. I know, like…six chords.”

He takes my hands, urging me to my knees in front of him as he places my hands on his chest. He spreads my fingers out and looks down.

“You can play Chopin.” He runs his thumbs over my knuckles, and I fan my fingers along his chest, then play what I remember of the most recent piece I’ve tried. I’m not nearly as good as he says, but he seems so convinced and that makes me think maybe I’m better than I say.

My fingers drum along his chest while his hands hover just above them with the occasional light, feather touch.
“What is this called?”

His lashes are like deep flecks of gold as he looks down at his chest. I love looking at him from this angle, the playful tinge on his lips and new stubble aging his young cheeks. He smells like aftershave sometimes when we’re up here on the rooftop. I like it.

“Polonaise-Fantaisie,” I say, drawing the word out with a curl to my tongue. Henry’s face lifts and his eyes glimmer, narrowing on my lips first, then lifting to my gaze.

“Can you play that for real?”

I move my hands to the right along his body for a run, then lift briefly and move back to the center to tap, just as I would on the keys. My teeth grip my top lip and I shrug.

“I’m working on it. I’m not smooth yet, but it’s getting better.”

I keep thrumming my fingers on his body as I stare at him, but eventually his gaze begins to make me flush, so I look back to my hands. His cover mine when I do, flattening them against his chest and bringing them together so he can hold on with his right hand and move his left to my chin.

“I’d like to hear it tomorrow.” His eyes penetrate, and while I know he truly would, I also know that he isn’t thinking about the piano anymore.