Book Blurb & Info
I’m in the middle of the perfect college semester, hundreds of miles from Mom, with an awesome roomie and my freshman crush finally becoming a sophomore reality—Hotness! I’m figuring out calculus, I’ve got both hands on the handlebars and the wind of freedom in my hair. What on earth could slow my roll?
How about if the Yellowstone volcano erupts for the first time in 630,000 years, spewing a continuous load of ash (crap) all over North America? Think that’ll put a kink in my bicycle chain?
Make that kinks, plural, because here’s a scientific fact I’ll bet you didn’t know. Nothing ruins the perfect semester like a super caldera. Now that I’ve made you smarter today, maybe you can tell me how to keep my life cruising in the right direction—no to Mom, yes to roomie, double yes to Hotness!—during a global disaster?
My lame name is Violet and, in the interest of full disclosure, I’m not hanging from the side of a cinder cone on the last page of this trauma, but there’s definitely more to come. Unless, of course, humans become extinct and then there’s not. Duh.
Eruption is book one in the Yellowblown™ Series, and is on sale for 99 cents until September 27. You’ll also get a chance to win some swag if you sign up for J. Hughey’s newsletter before September 27 at www. jillhughey.com/contact.
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SETUP OF SCENE:
Violet is preparing for her first date with the guy she’s been crushing on for a year.
EXCERPT:
Mia twisted the front pieces of my hair back and secured it with a bobby pin so it didn’t blow into my lip-gloss if a breeze kicked up at the stadium. (I’d rejected a rhinestone clip and a daisy barrette.) “You sure you won’t wear some eyeliner?” she asked for the third time. “I could make your eyes look big as pool balls if you’d let me.”
“Just the look I’m going for,” I said, picturing one of those big-eyed puppies that adorned every greeting card a few years ago. “This is a football game, not the prom.” I already felt overdone with one coat of black/brown mascara.
“If one wants to be treated like an aristocrat, one must dress like an aristocrat,” she said in a voice like the Queen of England’s.
“I’m a Copperhead, not Princess Kate.”
“Whatever.” She sulked. “Ooh, ten ’til one. I’m outta here.”
“You don’t have to leave.” The panic I’d been fighting since daybreak changed my breathing to hitching gasps. Boone Ramer. Here. To get me. Soon. I thought I might puke up my ham and cheese omelet.
The best roomie ever grabbed my shoulders to show me my reflection in the mirror screwed into our dorm room wall. “You got this thing, sister. His Hotness obviously likes you, and you’ve been ready to have his babies for a year. Be you. Except lose the expression of terror.”
I nodded and smiled and practiced not looking like a deer in the headlights.
Mia grabbed her jingly neck lanyard and skipped through the open door.
What if I blow this, I thought as I tucked away all evidence I’d spent even one minute perfecting my casualness. I scouted the room to make sure nothing appalling like a box of tampons lurked. Safe. My worst sin was Gloria, with her oval plastic eyes and tiny pink ears.
What if my first date with my twelve-month obsession crashes and burns like a space shuttle with a faulty tile? I sat cross-legged in the round chair, pretending to be engrossed by something on my cell while my stomach turned flips and my heart thumped.
J. Hughey knows what a girl wants. Independence. One or two no-matter-what-happens friends. A smokin’ hot romance. A basic understanding of geological concepts. Huh? Okay, maybe not every girl is into geology, but J. Hughey is, and in the Yellowblown series she combines her passion for a timeless love story with her interest in geeky stuff to help Violet Perch get a life, despite an ongoing global catastrophe.
J. Hughey also writes historical romance as Jill Hughey.
Author Links
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Book Excerpt
Violet is preparing for her first date with the guy she’s been crushing on for a year.
EXCERPT:
Mia twisted the front pieces of my hair back and secured it with a bobby pin so it didn’t blow into my lip-gloss if a breeze kicked up at the stadium. (I’d rejected a rhinestone clip and a daisy barrette.) “You sure you won’t wear some eyeliner?” she asked for the third time. “I could make your eyes look big as pool balls if you’d let me.”
“Just the look I’m going for,” I said, picturing one of those big-eyed puppies that adorned every greeting card a few years ago. “This is a football game, not the prom.” I already felt overdone with one coat of black/brown mascara.
“If one wants to be treated like an aristocrat, one must dress like an aristocrat,” she said in a voice like the Queen of England’s.
“I’m a Copperhead, not Princess Kate.”
“Whatever.” She sulked. “Ooh, ten ’til one. I’m outta here.”
“You don’t have to leave.” The panic I’d been fighting since daybreak changed my breathing to hitching gasps. Boone Ramer. Here. To get me. Soon. I thought I might puke up my ham and cheese omelet.
The best roomie ever grabbed my shoulders to show me my reflection in the mirror screwed into our dorm room wall. “You got this thing, sister. His Hotness obviously likes you, and you’ve been ready to have his babies for a year. Be you. Except lose the expression of terror.”
I nodded and smiled and practiced not looking like a deer in the headlights.
Mia grabbed her jingly neck lanyard and skipped through the open door.
What if I blow this, I thought as I tucked away all evidence I’d spent even one minute perfecting my casualness. I scouted the room to make sure nothing appalling like a box of tampons lurked. Safe. My worst sin was Gloria, with her oval plastic eyes and tiny pink ears.
What if my first date with my twelve-month obsession crashes and burns like a space shuttle with a faulty tile? I sat cross-legged in the round chair, pretending to be engrossed by something on my cell while my stomach turned flips and my heart thumped.
Author Info
J. Hughey also writes historical romance as Jill Hughey.
Author Links
Website: www.jillhughey.com
Facebook: www.facebook.com/jillhugheyromance
Twitter: @jillhughey
Newsletter Subscribe: http://www.jillhughey.com/contact
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Sounds like a great read! Can't wait to get my copy, congrats on your upcoming release!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Krista. I hope you enjoy it!
DeleteIt's a pleasure to be spotlighted on Toot's Book Reviews today. I hope everybody will take advantage of the preorder sale. Release day is only two days away!
ReplyDeleteI would have wanted to spend time with a hottie and not worry about the end of the world at her age too! I love the cover !! :)
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