I've known Kelley York for a long time. We met on a writing forum and I thank God often because she's not only one of the kindest people I know but she's a damn good writer and I've learned a lot from her. She's a lot like I am with my characters. She puts a lot of thought and love into her people. I know I've said this a million times but she makes me love characters who I wasn't sure I would love. She has the ability to make you feel for people and to connect with them. Plus, like I said, she's just a damn good writer :)
And she has a new book out today!!! I beta read this book you guys and it's so, SO good. I LOVE Chance. I love this book. I think everyone should read it and if you haven't read her other books, I'm totally in love with HUSHED and SUCIDE WATCH as well.
But today is about the awesomeness that is MADE OF STARS. And I'm giving away TWO copies, one paperback to one winner and an ebook to the other (must be able to gift the copy to you from Amazon or Barnes and Noble).
When eighteen-year-old Hunter Jackson and his half sister, Ashlin, return to their dad’s for the first winter in years, they expect everything to be just like the warmer months they’d spent there as kids. And it is—at first. But Chance, the charismatic and adventurous boy who made their summers epic, is harboring deep secrets. Secrets that are quickly spiraling into something else entirely.
The reason they’ve never met Chance’s parents or seen his home is becoming clearer. And what the siblings used to think of as Chance's quirks—the outrageous stories, his clinginess, his dangerous impulsiveness—are now warning signs that something is seriously off.
Then someone turns up with a bullet to the head, and all eyes shift to Chance's family. Hunter and Ashlin know Chance is innocent...they just have to prove it. But how can they protect the boy they both love when they can’t trust a word Chance says?
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No sooner is the bedroom door shut than I toss the phone onto my dresser like it’s burning my fingers to hold it. Way to go, self. Way to make things awkward. Chance latches onto me from behind. His icy arms come around my neck and he hangs there, burrowing his face against my back.
“Ohhh my God. It’s so cold outside. And you let me sit out there. What the hell is wrong with you?”
My skin prickles all over from the nearness of the human icicle that is Chance. I manage to twist around to face him while he hangs off me like an overgrown rag doll. Even after all this time, Chance’s tendency to be overly physical doesn’t faze me. If it were any other boy, it would be different, but this is Chance. There are no rules when it comes to him. “Let me get you something to change into. You’re not sleeping in my bed like that.”
This should be weird, letting some guy sleep in my bed. With me in it. We did it for years as kids because when you’re seven you aren’t thinking anything other than that it’s cool to have the comfort of a friend nearby.
Then you hit fourteen, fifteen, and you start to realize you’re watching that friend and marveling at how peaceful he is when he sleeps. You’re fascinated by the shape of his mouth and how soft his lips look. You’re wondering what it might be like to play with his hair, or how you could be so in love with the shadows of someone’s cheekbones.
Suddenly, it isn’t so cool anymore.
US only for paperback please.
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