Showing posts with label giveaway. Show all posts
Showing posts with label giveaway. Show all posts

Saturday, February 15, 2020

Giveaway: More Than Words


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About the Book:
Title: More Than Words
Author: Jill Santopolo
Publisher: G. P. Putnam's Sons

Summary:
Nina Gregory has always been a good daughter, a good girlfriend. Raised by her father, owner of New York City's glamorous Gregory Hotels, after her mother's death, Nina was taught that family, reputation, and legacy are what matter most. And her boyfriend Tim, thoughtful, kind, and honest, not to mention her best friend since childhood, feels the same. But after Nina's father passes away, she learns he may not have practiced what he preached.

As her world falls apart, Nina begins to question everything she thought she knew and to see the men in her life--her father, her boyfriend, and unexpectedly, her handsome and attentive boss, Rafael--in a new light. Soon Nina finds herself caught between the world she knows and loves, and a passion that could upend everything.

More than Words is a heartbreaking and romantic novel about grief, loss, love, and self-discovery, and how we choose which life we are meant to live.



About the Author: Jill Santopolo
photo credit: Charles Grantham
Jill Santopolo is the author of the The Light We Lost, the Alec Flint Mysteries, the Sparkle Spa series, and the Follow Your Heart books. She holds a BA in English Literature from Columbia University, an MFA in Writing for Children from the Vermont College of Fine Arts, and a certificate in Intellectual Property Law from NYU. Jill is also the Editorial Director of Philomel Books, an imprint of Penguin Young Readers Group. When she’s not writing or editing, Jill is a thesis advisor at The New School in their MFA program in Writing for Children and Young Adults and is on the faculty of the Columbia Publishing Course. Jill has traveled all over the U.S.—and to Canada and Europe—to speak about writing and storytelling. She lives in New York City.

Sounds good right?
Enter to win a paperback copy  (US Address Only Please)
* Book gifted by the publisher

Saturday, October 5, 2019

Giveaway: I Can Make This Promise

About the Book:
I Can Make This PromiseIn her debut middle grade novel—inspired by her family’s history—Christine Day tells the story of a girl who uncovers her family’s secrets—and finds her own Native American identity.

All her life, Edie has known that her mom was adopted by a white couple. So, no matter how curious she might be about her Native American heritage, Edie is sure her family doesn’t have any answers.

Until the day when she and her friends discover a box hidden in the attic—a box full of letters signed “Love, Edith,” and photos of a woman who looks just like her.

Suddenly, Edie has a flurry of new questions about this woman who shares her name. Could she belong to the Native family that Edie never knew about? But if her mom and dad have kept this secret from her all her life, how can she trust them to tell her the truth now? - summary from the publisher

About the Author:
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Christine Day (Upper Skagit) grew up in Seattle, nestled between the sea, the mountains, and the pages of her favorite books. She is a contributor to OUR STORIES, OUR VOICES (Simon Pulse, 2018). I CAN MAKE THIS PROMISE (HarperCollins, 2019) will be her middle grade debut. Christine lives in the Coast Salish region.

Visit Christine at: Author Website:: Instagram:: Twitter

One winner will win a copy of the book (US addresses only please) - Thanks to Wunderkind PR

Friday, April 26, 2019

Giveaway: Hearts Made for Breaking


About Hearts Made for Breaking


Hearts Made for Breaking
Lark has always been the queen of breakups. When she ends things with a boy, there are never any hard feelings. Sometimes he doesn’t even realize that she broke up with him. And that’s exactly how Lark likes it. What’s the point in hurting people? Or getting hurt?

Her best friends, Cooper and Katie, think Lark’s dating pattern is tragic. How can she know what love is if she refuses to take risks? They dare her to finally have a bad breakup, one that matters. To appease her friends, Lark selects “Undateable” Ardy Tate as her target. He’s a mysterious challenge and different from any guy she’s ever dated. Can she win him over? Will she break his heart? Or will the Queen of Breakups have her heart broken?


About author Jen Klein
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Jen Klein is the author of Shuffle, Repeat; Summer Unscripted; and Hearts Made for Breaking. When she's not writing YA novels, Jen is an Emmy-nominated television writer. She has written on Grey's Anatomy and Star and is currently writing on The Resident. She lives in Los Angeles.

@jenkleinbooks 


Excerpt:
Yesterday, my heart was “broken,” which is why today I’m sitting on a glossy but practical daybed with hidden drawers for extra storage. The mattress is firm, the spread is a bright floral pattern, and the throw pillows are wide and comfortable.
 
Yep--IKEA on a Saturday morning. That’s me. It’s not exactly something I like to publicize, but this is what I do every time I fake a heartbreak. What better place to try to forget what’s wrong with me than here: a collection of perfect rooms, just like the rooms in the houses I want to design someday. Perfect houses for perfect families full of perfectly normal people.
 
That’s the dream.
 
I stay where I am through visits from a handful of other families who are interested in outfitting their homes. In the past, I’ve gone to a compact kitchen or one of IKEA’s cleverly designed space-friendly living rooms, but yesterday’s relationship dissolution propelled me here. There’s something comforting about the idea of eventually owning a home that I might want other people to visit. A place to be peaceful, a place to be proud of . . .
 
Until there’s an earthquake.
 
At least, that’s what I first think when I jolt awake, startled by the bed’s movement beneath me. Horribly aware that Southern California is a hotbed of geologic activity, I grab for the frame, jerk to an upright position, and scramble to remember the closest exit.
 
Except then the fog wisps away from my brain, and I realize three things all at once:
  
1.   I was asleep in IKEA. 
2.   There was no earthquake after all. 
3.   Undateable Ardy Tate is sitting on the end of the bed, looking at me with undisguised curiosity.
  
“Sorry, Lark.” His eyes are wide and brown and blinky behind his dark-rimmed glasses. I notice the light freckles scattered across the pale skin of his nose. “I didn’t realize you were actually asleep.”
 
“I wasn’t.” Lie #1.
 
“I wasn’t trying to freak you out.”
 
“You didn’t.” Lie #2. Ardy is all kinds of cute and lanky and--let’s be honest--a little awkward as he perches beside me in his screen-printed tee and skinny khakis. I realize I have no idea what to say to him, and that’s the part that’s freaking me out because usually I know exactly what to say to a boy.
 
No, not usually. Always.
 
This double standard is how I know the universe is unfair: because Ardy Tate is labeled Undateable, when, despite all appearances to the contrary, it should be a description for me: Lark Dayton.
 
My third and fourth fingers are tapping against the bed frame, so I make a tight fist to still the movement. “What are you doing here?” I ask, before thinking the question through, because it’s definitely not one I want to answer in return.
 
“My mom sent me out for candles.” Ardy looks rueful. “And, yes, I know I’m nowhere near the candles. This place is a maze.”
 
“Tell me about it,” I say, grasping the lifeline he’s unintentionally thrown out for me. “My parents wanted me to get . . . napkins.”
 
“Napkins?”
 
“The cute striped ones,” I say, remembering a package my mother bought one time. “I ended up in Guest Rooms and needed to take a break.”
 
“It’s not for the faint of heart,” Ardy agrees. “I think napkins and candles are both in the Marketplace. You want to go find it?”
 
I nod because what else would I do, and moments later we’re winding our way past closet storage systems and toward the staircase. My fingers tap against the leather strap of my messenger bag, and I hazard a sideways glance up at Ardy. He’s tall--much taller than I am--with a sharply angled jawline and the finest dusting of shadow around his mouth. Maybe he doesn’t shave on weekends. I wouldn’t know, because this is the first time I’ve seen him outside of REACH High.
 
It’s October now; Ardy Tate transferred to my school at the beginning of our senior year, so I’ve only been aware of him for a couple of months. When he arrived, even though I was newly flirting with Rahim Antoun, I noticed that (a) Transfer Boy existed and (b) Transfer Boy was quirky-hot and seemed smart. At first I didn’t pay much attention to him because Rahim and I soon were finding places to make out on campus, and I was enjoying that New Boy rush. By the time Rahim and I stopped hanging out (after I invented superstrict parents who would never let me go anywhere with him), two new things had come to my attention: (c) Transfer Boy’s name was Ardy Tate, and (d) Ardy Tate was Undateable--something about an event that occurred at his old high school--plus, he was basically stapled to Hope Burkett’s side. Hope’s boyfriend, Evan, is stapled to her other side, so supposedly she and Ardy aren’t together, but they seem like they are, and that’s enough for me. Although I may mess around with lots of guys, I do not go after those who belong to other people. Not by a long shot.
 
A girl has to maintain some ethics.
 
As we reach the bottom of the stairs, I can’t help asking the question. “What’s Hope doing today?”
 
Ardy looks confused. “I don’t know, homework or hanging out with Evan, probably. What’s Dax doing?”
 
His question throws me for a loop. Sure, Dax is the boyfriend who fake-broke my fake heart last night, but our short-term dalliance wasn’t front-page news or anything. Has Ardy been paying attention to who I date?
 
Or, rather, “date”?
 
“I don’t know,” I tell Ardy, because I don’t want to go there.
 
We step into the controlled chaos of the IKEA Marketplace: a tangle of aisles filled with interesting, low-priced items. The shelves closest to the stairs are brimming with galvanized metal wall letters, the type you buy separately so you can assemble them into words like FAMILY and LOVE and TOGETHERNESS to decorate your home.


Sounds great right?

Add it to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/39396874-hearts-made-for-breaking

This book comes out next Tuesday, but one lucky winner will win an ARC and a tote! 
(US only please) 

Monday, March 12, 2012

Lauren Willig: Guest Post and Giveaway



I adore the Pink Carnation series and I was thrilled to be asked to take part in the Garden Intrigue blog tour. Check out all the blog tour stops - courtesy of TLC Book Tours.  

Here's my review of The Garden Intrigue - which is fantastic.

Welcome Lauren!

I traveled a lot as a teenager.

From the squishy chair in the corner of the library, I traveled the silk road with Marco Polo and fled Atlanta with Scarlett O’Hara. I climbed the scaffold with Anne Boleyn and Mary, Queen of Scots; faced down English forces at Culloden; danced a quadrille with the Scarlet Pimpernel before slipping off to a back room to burn a secret message emblazoned with a small, scarlet flower. I can’t tell you how many times I was kidnapped and put into harems.(What was it with all those harems back in the early 90s?)

There’s nothing like historical fiction for getting around. Since writing my Pink Carnation series, I’ve gotten to travel—metaphorically, at least—all over the place. My intrepid Napoleonic spy team has been to Ireland, to India, to France.(And, of course, to Almack’s Assembly Rooms, without which no Regency romance novel would be complete.)I’ve gotten to hob-nob with George III, Sir Arthur Wellesley, Robert Fulton, and the members of the Naughty Hellfire Club, among others.

But my latest book, The Garden Intrigue, is special. It takes me back to a very particular place: Josephine Bonaparte’s country house, Malmaison. I had a bit of a Bonaparte thing when I was a teenager. I was fascinated by the fractious Bonaparte clan: the brilliant little dictator, his promiscuous sister Pauline, his rebellious brother Lucien, his scheming sister Caroline, his increasingly cranky mother. But the characters I loved the best were Napoleon’s wife Josephine, charming and weak, and her two children, Hortense and Eugene. I felt a deep kinship with Hortense, who, like me, went to a small all girls’ school, where she excelled in the humanities, drama, and music—and not so much on the math and science front. It all sounded pretty familiar, minus the whole Revolution bit.

 In the early days of Napoleon’s ascent, before he declared himself Emperor, Malmaison, Josephine’s country house, was home to a continuous house party, where amateur theatricals and games abounded. Even Napoleon himself took part in the fun—although Hortense, accused him of cheating. As Napoleon’s ambitions grew greater, that charmed circle at Malmaison took on darker overtones, with s favorite, forced into a marriage with Napoleon’s hypochondriac younger brother, Louis.

When I was eighteen, I wrote a novel about Hortense, called Napoleon’s Daughter. No one is ever going to see that novel—trust me, it’s for the best—but I did want to make my way back to Malmaison someday and revisit Hortense and her family.  In The Garden Intrigue, my heroine, Emma Morris, is an American, a New Yorker who came over to France with her uncle, James Monroe, as a teenager, and was enrolled in Mme Campan’s school for young ladies, where she became fast friends with Hortense—who helped her to elope with her dream man at the age of fifteen. As you can guess, Emma’s dream man turned out to be not quite so dreamy. Ten years later, she’s a widow and a fixture of the Paris social scene. She’s also still best friends with Hortense, but increasingly worried about Napoleon’s designs for Hortense and her family. The world is changing around Emma and she doesn’t like it one bit.

At a request from Napoleon, Emma returns to Malmaison for a house party, where she teams up with a ridiculous poet to write a masque for the new Emperor’s entertainment. She never suspects that that poet might be an English spy—or that her weekend at Malmaison might change her life forever.

 In writing The Garden Intrigue, I got to revisit all my old friends—and enemies—from the Napoleonic court, all the people I’d hung out with years ago while writing Napoleon’s Daughter. I couldn’t change Hortense’s story—history has an annoying way of being static like that—but I could give her make-believe best friend a happy ending.

 I like to think that Hortense would have approved.

I love reading historical fiction and visiting places through books, especially places from the Pink Carnation series.  As a special treat, TLC Book Tours has offered up one copy of The Garden Intrigue to one lucky person (US/Canada only)

To Enter:
Leave a comment on the blog with 

1. state which time period you'd like to travel to most
(mine's a toss up between Regency England and Renaissance Italy) 

2. your email address 

The contest ends Monday March 19th at midnight.