Thursday, August 28, 2014

Giveaway: Becky's Boyfriend

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Becky's Boyfriend by Cody Young

Becky's Boyfriend

by Cody Young

Giveaway ends September 30, 2014.

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Wednesday, August 20, 2014

First Kiss - Becky's Boyfriend by Cody Young

‘You okay?’ he asked her.
She nodded. ‘Just worried about getting back.’ It was late. Her father’s meeting would be sure to end before quarter to ten.
Martin seemed to understand that it was very important not to be late. They walked back towards her house and silence fell over them. There didn’t seem to be a safe or suitable topic of conversation. Becky felt more than nervous. Somehow she didn’t really believe he’d do as he had promised yesterday. The mood was all wrong now. He was walking quite fast, and looking straight ahead. She couldn’t read his face; his expression was preoccupied and serious.
When they reached the high walls that surrounded her house she was sure he would turn on his heel and go. She didn’t know if it was something she’d done that was wrong. Or something she did not do. He said nothing. Gave her no clue.
He pushed open the gate for her, and followed her up the gravel drive. The sound of their feet crunched as they walked up to the house in total silence. There was a street lamp right nearby, and its light fell on the steps that led up into the shadows of the porch.
He was still beside her. They reached the front door. She hoped she wasn’t shaking when he turned to her to say goodbye.
‘No more waiting,’ he said softly, and he put his hand on her waist to pull her close to him. He seemed huge standing there in the dark in his denim jacket. He was so close she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face. She was afraid to look up at him, uncertain what she was supposed to do next.
He wasn’t. He knew exactly what to do.
She would always remember what came after: his hands in her hair, his mouth on hers, the taste of happiness and soon, the tug of real desire. His mouth was warm, and his tongue was almost aggressive, but he melted her inhibitions like ice-cream in the heat of the sun. She put her arms up around his neck and pressed her slim body against him. She wasn’t sure she was doing it right but when she heard him make a soft appreciative sound she thought she must be doing okay. She didn’t know how long they stood there, it seemed like only a few moments and it seemed like a very long time. She would have liked to stay there in the porch, kissing him forever, but she knew they had to stop. There was the ever-present danger of her father coming home.
When they drew apart Martin looked very pleased and happy. ‘I knew we’d be great together,’ he said, and he smiled down at her. ‘I knew we would be. When can I see you again, Becky? Do we really have to wait until next Thursday?’
‘It’s the only night he goes out.’
‘It’s a long time,’ he said.
‘Yes, I know.’ She wished the elated happiness of the moment didn’t have to end either.
‘One more kiss, then.’ He leaned down and kissed her again, flooding her with sensations that were much stronger than the fear of getting caught, until that fear reminded her what that would mean.
‘Martin, it’s getting late.’
‘Okay, okay. Thursday,’ he said, and started back down the gravel path, ‘Thursday’s mine,’ he called out and waved as he went to let himself out through the gate. It was the clang of the iron gate that made Becky’s father look up. He had just parked his car on the other side of the road, deciding it would be quicker in the morning if he didn’t have to fuss with gates and garage doors. He couldn’t be absolutely sure that the man in the denim jacket had just left his house, but the sound of the gate was very, very familiar. He watched Martin walking quickly along the street and all sorts of concerns and alarms came into his mind. Rebecca, Rebecca, Rebecca. No one was allowed near his Rebecca.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Join the British Book Challenge

Feeling Fictional.

I've just visited a wonderful site called UKYA to get some ideas for new British titles to read. The site lists the top 100 UK YA reads as voted by its readers. And it's interesting to see their top ten 'BEST EVER' list of UKYA novels (which I have copied and pasted here, hope that's okay):-

I've read most of these - how about you?

10) A Monster Calls – Patrick Ness and Siobhan Dowd

9) Lila series – Sarah Alderson

8) C.H.E.R.U.B. series – Robert Muchamore

7) Chaos Walking trilogy – Patrick Ness

6) The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole, Aged 13 and 3/4 – Sue Townsend

5) I Capture the Castle – Dodie Smith

4) The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time – Mark Haddon

3) Noughts & Crosses – Malorie Blackman

2) His Dark Materials series – Philip Pullman

1) Harry Potter series – JK Rowling

To sign up to do the British Book Challenge visit the British Books Challenge 2014 - Sign Up Page

Monday, August 11, 2014

They met at high school…
She’s a good girl, and she’s never had a boyfriend before, but when she’s forced to change school her life takes a new direction. He’s eighteen, with Swedish blue eyes and a talent for truancy and trouble. He’s the kind of boy that ought to come with a health warning. She’s doing the costumes for the summer show, and he’s chosen to be the lead singer. When he sings to her for the very first time, the effect on her is electric...

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

American Smile is going free for D-Day
It's the seventieth anniversary of D-Day and the Normandy landings, so this wartime romance will go free for kindle readers - available for five days from the 4th to the 8th of June.
Check it out.
Here's the link for UK readers
And for readers in America

Friday, May 23, 2014

Giveaway book

Goodreads Book Giveaway

Johnny Doesn't Drink Champagne by Cody Young

Johnny Doesn't Drink Champagne

by Cody Young

Giveaway ends May 30, 2014.

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Saturday, April 26, 2014

The Unfinished Song series by Tara Maya

Here's a new fantasy series I've just heard about

The Unfinished Song (Book 1): Initiate by Tara Maya

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Dindi can't do anything right, maybe because she spends more time dancing with pixies than

doing her chores. Her clan hopes to marry her off and settle her down, but she dreams of

becoming a Tavaedi, one of the powerful warrior-dancers whose secret magics are revealed

only to those who pass a mysterious Test during the Initiation ceremony. The problem? No-one

in Dindi's clan has ever passed the Test. Her grandmother died trying. But Dindi has a plan.


Kavio is the most powerful warrior-dancer in Faearth, but when he is exiled from the tribehold

for a crime he didn't commit, he decides to shed his old life. If roving cannibals and hexers don't

kill him first, this is his chance to escape the shadow of his father's wars and his mother's curse.

But when he rescues a young Initiate girl, he finds himself drawn into as deadly a plot as any he

left behind. He must decide whether to walk away or fight for her... assuming she would even

accept the help of an exile.


Blue-skinned rusalki grappled Dindi under the churning surface of the river. She could feel their

claws dig into her arms. Their riverweed-like hair entangled her legs when she tried to kick

back to the surface. She only managed to gulp a few breaths of air before they pulled her under


She hadn't appreciated how fast and deep the river was. On her second gasp for air, she saw

that the current was already dragging her out of sight of the screaming girls on the bank. A

whirlpool of froth and fae roiled between two large rocks in the middle of the river. The rusalka

and her sisters tugged Dindi toward it. Other water fae joined the rusalki. Long snouted pookas,

turtle-like kappas and hairy-armed gwyllions all swam around her, leading her to the whirlpool,

where even more fae swirled in the whitewater.

"Join our circle, Dindi!" the fae voices gurgled under the water. "Dance with us forever!"

"No!" She kicked and swam and stole another gasp for air before they snagged her again.

There were so many of them now, all pulling her down, all singing to the tune of the rushing

river. She tried to shout, "Dispel!" but swallowed water instead. Her head hit a rock, disorienting

her. She sank, this time sure she wouldn't be coming up again.

"Dispel!" It was a man's voice.

Strong arms encircled her and lifted her until her arms and head broke the surface. Her rescuer

swam with her toward the shore. He overpowered the current, he shrugged aside the hands of

the water faeries stroking his hair and arms. When he reached the shallows, he scooped Dindi

into his arms and carried her the rest of the way to the grassy bank. He set her down gently.

She coughed out some water while he supported her back.

"Better?" he asked.

She nodded. He was young--only a few years older than she. The aura of confidence and

competence he radiated made him seem older. Without knowing quite why, she was certain he

was a Tavaedi.

"Good." He had a gorgeous smile. A wisp of his dark bangs dangled over one eye. He brushed

his dripping hair back over his head.

Dindi's hand touched skin--he was not wearing any shirt. Both of them were sopping wet. On

him, that meant trickles of water coursed over a bedrock of muscle. As for her, the thin white

wrap clung transparently to her body like a wet leaf. She blushed.

"It might have been easier to swim if you had let go of that," he teased. He touched her hand,

which was closed around something. "What were you holding onto so tightly that it mattered

more than drowning?"


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Initiate is free everywhere except on Barnes and Noble (where it’s $0.99). You can download a

free .epub version via Smashwords.