Wednesday, August 7, 2013

OUT OF PLAY excerpt and giveaway

Hey all. I'm thinking I might spread this OUT OF PLAY release celebration all week! I had the best release day yesterday and I have all of YOU to thank for it. I loved all the Tweets, FB messages, and photos of those of you who went saw OUT OF PLAY in bookstores. Keep them coming. I don't think I will ever get tired of seeing them :)

As a thank you for making it such a great release day I'm going to have a giveaway for a ten dollar Amazon gift card! To enter you just have to share either the excerpt below in a blog post, along with Amazon and Barnes and Noble buy links, the cover, and blurb or post the graphics on your Facebook page. Be sure to leave links in the comment section. Winner will be chosen at random in one week.


Rock star drummer Bishop Riley doesn't have a drug problem. Celebrities—especially ones suffering from anxiety—just need a little help taking the edge off sometimes. After downing a few too many pills, Bishop wakes up in the hospital facing an intervention. If he wants to stay in the band, he’ll have to detox while under house arrest in Seldon, Alaska.

Hockey player Penny Jones can't imagine a life outside of Seldon. Though she has tons of scholarship offers to all the best schools, the last thing she wants is to leave. Who'll take care of her absentminded gramps? Not her mother, who can’t even be bothered to come home from work, let alone deal with their new tenants next door. Penny’s not interested in dealing with Bishop’s crappy attitude, and Bishop’s too busy sneaking pills to care. Until he starts hanging out with Gramps and begins to see what he’s been missing. If Bishop wants a chance with the fiery girl next door, he’ll have to admit he has a problem and kick it. Too bad addiction is hard to kick…and Bishop’s about to run out of time.

Amazon:
ebook
print

Barnes and Noble:
ebook

Excerpt:

“Play something for me.” She gives me a smile. I normally kind of hate this—being on display when someone asks me to play. If it happens naturally, it’s different, but I like the idea of her seeing me in the zone. She’s incredible at everything she does, and drums are one of the only things I have. It’s what I’m good at, and yeah, I want to show off for her.

“Are you sure you can handle it? I don’t want you to be jealous because I’m so good. Plus, I know how hard it is for girls to resist a guy in a band.” A sharp stab of fear hits me. I really just fucked up by saying band. Please don’t let her catch that.

She pretends to gag. “Yeah, pot-smoking kids in a basement with a couple of their dad’s old guitars is a serious turn-on. Oh, no. I don’t know if I can restrain myself. Please, Bishop, take me now!”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Shrugging out of my jacket, I toss it on a table before sitting at the drums. Penny sits down on the couch across from me. The room is so small, I know it will be loud for her. Only a few feet separate us.

I close my eyes as I slide the sticks through my fingers. One, two, three, four, and then my sticks slam down. I go up and down the line, finding the beat and the rhythm I want. Over and over, I pound down on it. My heart matches the rhythm. My arms feel the burn, but I welcome it—always welcome this kind of sting because it’s what I crave. I don’t think. Never do when I play outside of that stadium. Just feel. My body automatically knows what to do. Sweat drips into my closed eyes, but I keep going, because this is the one thing I have to offer her. When I finally open my eyes, hers are closed like she’s savoring the beat. My beat. It feels amazing. It makes me proud.

Playing right now feels better than it ever has, and part of me doesn’t ever want it to stop, but I do. “Wanna try?”

She opens her eyes. “Do you have to ask?”

God, she’s so fucking cool. I love that she’s always up for anything.

I get up so she can sit in my spot behind the drums. “Okay, just—” My words are cut off by the worst sound I’ve ever heard.

“What are you doing? You’re abusing my shit.” I grab her arm. “People don’t realize this is an art. Let the expert show you how it’s done.”

We spend the next hour playing. Well, she tries to play, and I try to teach, but it’s not coming off so well. I get to touch her a lot, so that’s a plus. My gut hurts from laughing so hard, and I’m sure hers does, too. Finally, she throws the sticks on the floor. “I’m done. The drums suck, and you’re a sucky teacher.”

“Tell me you’re kidding. I’m Bis—” Bishop Riley. Drummer for Burn. Liar to the girl he likes.

Or the graphic:

Five points for the blog post and two for the FB. Thanks again for celebrating with Jolene and I!


a Rafflecopter giveaway




post signature

5 comments:

  1. I've won three Amazon Gift Cards this month so I'll leave this giveaway to the less fortunate. *Grins* Anyway this excerpt was great, you made me almost feel like a drummer and no artist likes seeing their art being done badly. Got my copy yesterday so I hope your ebook sales did well too and congrats.

    ReplyDelete
  2. I'm doing this more to promote you and make sure you know who i am than I am for the $10 giftcard. Congrats you have an official stalker. LMAO...I'm kidding, sort of.

    Here's the link to my blog post! :)
    http://fortheloveofbooksbyjaime.blogspot.com/2013/08/in-case-you-didnt-know.html

    Here's the link to my facebook post! :)
    https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=723901420960525&set=a.711265842224083.1073741831.710746128942721&type=1

    ReplyDelete
  3. Just finished 4 Summers and came to check out your page and books I haven't read and BAM - Out of Play just came out, yaaaaay :D It looks like an awesome read, on my TBR list ;)

    Links:
    twitter:
    https://twitter.com/skyline1210/status/366363093640556544
    Facebook:
    https://www.facebook.com/martina.zottl/posts/10151790309299819
    https://www.facebook.com/martina.zottl/posts/10151790311879819

    ReplyDelete
  4. Posted on Facebook :)
    https://www.facebook.com/MissLexieA/posts/10201736038712879

    ReplyDelete

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.