Monday, July 9, 2012

SPILL OVER by Jolene Perry

My good friend Jolene Perry has a new book out. It's a FAB boy point of view book that you don't want to miss. And I LOOOOVE the cover.

"I'm not in New York.
I'm friends with a girl.
I'm living on a boat... with my dad...
At this point, I figure anything's possible."

When an assignment overseas gives Antony's Mom the opportunity of a lifetime, she sees it as a chance for Antony to get to know his dad - a guy strange enough to live on a boat. Near dreary Seattle. Antony’s sure that the next few months will feel like a lifetime. He and his dad can’t even fill up a five minute conversation on his birthday call.

Then he meets Amber, the girl from five boats down, and his prospects perk up. But when it becomes very clear, very fast, that all she’s after is friendship, Antony wonders if he’ll survive the next three months.

He is absolutely. Completely. Totally. Displaced.

And then tragedy hits.

Spill Over is a novel about love, loss, and figuring out what’s actually important.

“What do I do?” Amber frowns.

“About the guy who likes you?” I lean closer to whisper, just because it gives me an excuse.

“Uh, yeah…” Her eyes widen.

“I thought you might like him.” And we’re so close that I breathe in and stare at her lips. The ones I will probably never touch.

Her shoulders fall. “I just…I don’t know. It feels like a lot. Maybe too much. I even tried. I mean, he’s pretty cute.”

I almost say, if you like that kind of thing, but that would make me pathetic.

She really feels bad that she doesn’t like this guy enough to be closer to him. To me it always seemed like, yeah, if we don’t like each other, we shouldn’t hang out. No big deal. I don’t know why it never occurred to me to feel bad. It was always just that way.

I shift my weight closer to her as we walk. “You could kiss me, you know, if you want to. Make sure he’s around to see…”

She chuckles and slugs my shoulder. “Whatever, Antony.”

Yep. Depressingly in friend category. Now I get why people say this sucks. I say it because I’ve heard other people say it, not because I’ve experienced it. “Sit.” I flop down in the sand in front of a small, decrepit wooden boat.

Amber’s still standing, and for a moment I’m afraid she won’t join me, but she does and pulls her knees up.

The voices from the fire carry this far, but I can’t make out words. As the waves slide up on the sand, the small rocks tumble over each other creating a scattered pebble sound that intensify the calming sound of the water.

“How ya doin’?” she asks.

I flip my phone over in my hands, and then again. There’s no good way to answer. “That question is too full.”

“Of what?”

“Of everything.” I stick the damn phone in my pocket. People who fidget make me crazy.

“You have a unique way of seeing the world, or maybe just a unique way of talking about it.” Her blue eyes study me. I don’t look, hoping she’ll look longer.

Her words hit me like a wave of something that carries weight. Good weight. I’ve been carrying the lousy kind. “You’re pretty kickass at compliments.”

“I bet you’re not too bad at them yourself.” She smirks.

My tongue thickens, my throat clenches up, but I need to get it out. “You reading to me is one of the coolest things anyone’s done. You sorta saved me that night.” The words barely come out, and man they make me naked. Even though I feel like I’m on a stage stripped to less than boxers, it was worth it. But I also can’t look at her.

“I’m glad.” She tilts her head and touches it to my shoulder for a moment before sitting upright.

Like a total ass I breathe in to smell her hair. It smells earthy, fruity and like Washington rain.

“You know what he really likes?” David leans over the log behind us.

Amber spins to see the same thing I do. David and Brit’s hands locked together.

“He loves it when girls straddle his lap and stick their tongue down his throat.” He laughs and Brit laughs, and she follows him down the beach, for…whatever he can talk her into I guess. Though, she didn’t really seem unwilling.

I want to punch him in the face. Asshole.

“And that’s your good friend?” Amber asks.

Now what? Do I defend David? Do I not? “He’s an ass when he’s drinking, but he’s a good guy.”

“Hmm.” Amber sits back and rests her head on my shoulder. I want to take her hand, run my fingers through her hair and kiss her. Wrap my arms around her pull her to me and feel her warmth against me. But I can’t.


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  1. Woah, this one looks really good! Another one to add to my TBR, and a male POV, yay! You guys should start a club.

  2. This sounds really good. And yes! I love this cover! Thanks for sharing this!

  3. This sounds great. I can't wait to read it.

  4. Downloaded! Thanks for the excerpt.


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