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+1 entry for posting the contest link on your blog
+1 entry for following my blog
The giveaway is open internationally and will end Monday, February 20 at midnight EST. Remember there are 2 ARCs up for grabs now, so better chances! Thanks so much for entering!
A Breath of Eyre Excerpt:
“Tell me about your necklace.” He stopped walking
and reached across to touch the pendant. When his finger brushed my skin, I
stopped breathing.
“It was my mother’s,” I said, hearing my voice
shake.
“Oh yeah. I knew I’d seen it before.” He bent his
head to inspect it, his eyes at my level. I dropped my own because the moment
felt too heavy, too real. I was staring at the top button of his shirt when I
saw a glint of silver. “Hey, you’re wearing something, too.” I reached out and
barely grazed his collarbone with my knuckle. He drew open his shirt to reveal
a pair of dog tags.
“My uncle’s,” he explained. “He died in Cambodia
when he was nineteen. My dad tells me I’m a lot like him. I wish I’d known him.
My dad and I don’t really get along, but I have a feeling me and my uncle would
have. My dad just thinks I’m a screw-up.”
“My dad thinks the same thing.”
“Your dad thinks I’m a screw-up?” he said.
“No, no,” I said, laughing. “He thinks I am.”
Gray regarded me quizzically. “He couldn’t possibly.
You’re, like, the goody-two-shoes, straight-A student. My mom told me you have
over a 4.0 G.P.A. with all those honors classes you take. We refer to you as Miss Perfect around the
dinner table."
“Believe me, I’m not perfect,” I said, flattered
that they talked about me at the dinner table. “Barbara thinks I’m troubled. My dad doesn’t even like me
anymore. I’m just so tired of trying to please everyone. I’m tired of being
good all the time.”
“Don’t
underestimate good. There are times I’d give anything to be good.” His face
clouded over, like some awful memory had just caught up with him. I wanted to
say something to make him feel better, but I didn’t know what. When he turned
to face me, he looked like he wanted to tell me something.
“What is it?” I said.
“Nothing. It’s just…” His voice trailed off, and he
bit the inside of his cheek. For a moment, his eyes held on to that vulnerability,
and then they got a mischievous glint in them. “It’s hard to take you seriously
in those braids, Townsend.”
I glanced down at my costume. “I know. I feel so
stupid. Nobody else dressed up.”
“Don’t feel stupid,” he said. “You look adorable.”
He tugged gently on one of my braids,
and my heart soared.
One little compliment, and I was getting all soft
around the edges.
I started to say something, but before I could
finish my sentence, his hand was cupping my cheek and he was leaning in to kiss me.
