Friday, March 21, 2014

Cover Reveal 2.0

Happy Friday my little lovelies! In celebration of sleeping in and all things pajamas-wearing for the next two days, I'm giving you all a looksy at the wonderful treat I got in my inbox this week.

Hint: It has my name on it and it's oh so shiny. Ready...

...

Behold the new and improved cover for My Last Kiss!

It's still not a flesh-and-blood book just yet, but much like the ultrasound pictures all my friends have been shopping around lately, I love her as if she were already here.

T-minus 79 days till launch day! Who's doing excited cartwheels with me? *listens for crickets*

B*

Friday, March 7, 2014

MY LAST KISS Sneak Peek

Last week I challenged all you Goodreaders to round up 1,000 entries on the My Last Kiss giveaway the fabulous people at MacKids were running on Goodreads. Well, color me humbled because you blew my expectations out of the water by doubling that goal with more than 2,000 entries at closing!!!

Go ahead, give yourself a moment for a well deserved Nailed it! dance.

Okay, back to business: your reward. I promised a sneak peek inside My Last Kiss, and I was planning on teasing you with a couple paragraphs, but since you so epically rose to the occasion, I am bestowing upon you an exclusive look at a FULL CHAPTER. 

I think that calls for another dance moment. 
Yes, that is Mario Lopez & Tiffani Amber Thiessen circa Saved By The Bell days. You're welcome.


Okay, okay, for reals this time, here is your sneak peek! I hope you enjoy it as much as Elizabeth Berkley is enjoying those high-waisted mom jeans and bedazzled sportsbra because she can get so excited. This delicious morsel is a flashback chapter that occurs early on in the book. It's the first piece of memory Cassidy (the protagonist) gains about the night she died. Happy reading!

BREAKUP

“Did you hear they’re breaking up?”
Sugary grape vodka goodness slid down my throat, warming my chilled bones as I straightened the Birthday Princess tiara that Madison bought for me (and I really didn’t want to wear since my birthday technically already happened two days before), half-heartedly eavesdropping on the girls behind me. It was warm for this early in March, but it was still March. The heat from the bonfire couldn’t reach me at the drinks table, so I took another sip to warm up.
“Who?” The other girl asked.
Girl number one lowered her voice. “Birthday girl and E.”
My head reflexively jerked toward them so fast that my tiara flew off my head into the snow about a foot away. I dropped to my hands and knees half looking for it, half hiding so they wouldn’t see me.
“Omigod, Carly, you can’t call him E.”
“His friends do.”
“And you’re not his friend.”
“Friend of a friend then.”
“You aren’t that either.”
“Could be real soon. He’d make a certain non-friend so jealous,” Carly said with a giggle that made grape-flavored bile clog my throat.
“Can you please get over Mica already? Besides, Ethan seems so sweet. He would never cheat.”
“I heard that’s why they’re breaking up. She had some meltdown and he cheated or she cheated—something. Anyway, point is, there’s trouble in Paradise, which means he’s soon-to-be available.”
“Happy birthday,” Madison singsonged as she walked up beside me with Aimee. I sprung to my feet so fast I almost spilled my drink on Madison’s furry white boots. She jumped back with a yelp, and Carly and the other girl stared at me in stunned horror.
“Someone’s jittery.” Aimee reached out to steady my drink then slid her hand into my coat pocket to borrow my watermelon lip gloss the same way she did at least six times a day. I didn’t bother playfully swatting at her hand like usual. “Isn’t this surprise snowfall so festive?”
“Who are those girls?” I pointed an accusing finger at Carly and friend as they skittered away into the crowd around the bonfire.   
Madison brushed her long bangs down so they shaded her eyes, sipping her green apple jolly vodie through a bendy straw. “Dunno. Why?”
“You made the guest list,” Aimee reminded Madison while she returned my lip gloss and zipped my pocket.
Madison fluttered a hand at me and Aimee. “I’m sure they’re just freshmen tag-a-longs. What’s the big?”
“Never mind.” I looked around me. “Have you guys seen Ethan?”
Aimee started to motion toward the bonfire, but Madison interrupted her. “Just saw him go inside with Drew. Ice or something.”
I pushed past them without another word and made a beeline for the house.
Aimee called after me, “We made you a birthday s'more. There’s a candle in it and everything.” I didn’t answer, didn’t even really hear her. She added, “Stay with your girls!”
I twisted to give her an apologetic wave and saw Caleb Turner and his stoner crew huddled in the back corner of the yard. They were not invited guests. Without thinking, I changed course and marched up to him.
“What are you doing here?” It came out sounding a lot more get-out-of-here than I meant, but considering what I overheard from those girls, it was merited.
“Hi,” he replied with his standard laid back smile. 
Three weeks ago I would’ve rolled my eyes, three days ago I would’ve laughed, now I wanted to forget he existed. “Seriously? Hi? That’s what you say after I specifically asked you not to come?”
He shrugged. “It’s rude not to say hello to the host, don’t you agree?”
I glared at him. “I’m not the host, Aimee is.”
“That should be interesting, but okay. Where is she?”
I stopped him from walking toward the drinks table with a hand on his chest. “What have you been telling people?” I must have looked as enraged as I felt because his circle of guys quickly dispersed, snatching up their twelve pack of cheap beer on the way.
Caleb answered, “That the Beatles are bigger than Jesus?”
I glanced over my shoulder to make sure no one was watching, then pulled him behind a thick oak tree and crossed my arms. “Get serious, Caleb.”
“Y’know I don’t do serious.” He flashed a coy grin at me.
“What about Thursday at your house?”
His cool exterior faltered for a second. He looked away from me then reset his expression. “That wasn’t serious, that was inebriated.” 
A ball of rage burned in my belly. “I’m surprised you can pronounce a word with so many syllables,” I spit at him. He looked at me like I’d trampled over his second grade crepe paper piƱata (which I had, accidentally, back when he was my seat partner in Ms. Peterson’s class), and his eyes glazed over with visible resignation. An apology started to rise up my throat. I swallowed it down.
“People are going to believe what they want, Cassidy.”
“Especially if you give them a reason to talk,” I accused.
“What do you want from me?” He held his hands out, palms up.
“The truth!”
He pulled his stupid smile back up. “That’s not what they pay me for.”
“Can you be serious for one minute? You might not care what people are saying about me, but I could lose everything.”
Dees?” I peeked around the tree and saw Madison standing with her head tilted to one side like a confused, drunken puppy. She thrust a red plastic cup into my hand. “Twinsies photo op—you and me.” She tucked my hair behind one ear so our hair matched not only in color, but in style too, then snapped a picture with her camera. When she spotted Caleb, her head tilted further to the side, asking a million silent questions. 

Fabulous. Now I’d have to think of a lie for why I was being anti-social at my own party. For a brief moment, I thought about telling her everything. Then she opened her mouth.


Excerpt from My Last Kiss © 2014 by Bethany Neal. Used with permission from FSG Books for Young Readers.

B*

Monday, February 24, 2014

Massive Goodreads Giveaway!

Now that it's February I'd like to think winter is winding down, but I live in Michigan so I know better. While I don't have a magical weather wand to wave to stop the subzero temps (it's in the shop), I do have another way to warm you up... Books! Free, advance copy, full of steamy kissalicious scenes to turn you from cold to hot in 358 pages or less books!

That's right. My fantabulous publisher is giving away 50 copies of My Last Kiss on Goodreads now through March 4th. Yes, 5-0! Click here to reap the benefits of their awesomeness. And make sure to add MLK to your to-read list while you're on the site.

B*

Note: Credit for kissalicious is due to Ksenia Winnicki.Couldn't claim that one as my own in good conscience.

Saturday, February 1, 2014

And the winner is...

First off, thank you to everyone who entered to win an ARC of My Last Kiss in my inaugural ARC giveaway. You guys seriously blew me away with your descriptions of what you hoped your last kisses would be like (in 140 characters or less!).

Phrases like "under an infinity of stars" (@Alyssa_Susanna) and "storm-tossed sea ... Calm. Clinging, gripping. Salvation." (MPTsCityofBooks) were thrown around, making it impossible for me to pick based on the level of swooniness.

I spent hours like this...
 ...before I came to the realization that I needed to pick at random.

So without further GIFs and excuses, the winner of the #MyLastKiss giveaway is _kierra8 !!!!! And I swear it isn't because she mentioned Zac Efron in her entry. Although there is this
and this
annnnd this

What? It was random, people. Stop looking at me like that!

Congrats, Kierra, and make sure to email your address to bethanyneal@aol.com so I can send you your shiny new prize. 

B*

Friday, January 10, 2014

MY LAST KISS Giveaway Time

Today marks exactly 5 months until My Last Kiss hits real live (and virtual) bookshelves, and I'm celebrating by offering two chances to win an advanced galley copy. 

She's waiting for you...
1) Follow me on Twitter (@BethDazzled ) or Facebook then message me where you would like your last kiss to be using #MyLastKiss. You can also include who you'd like it to be with if you're feeling saucy.

This contest ends January 31.

2) Visit Sleepless Reads blog and enter the What's in the Snow? scavenger hunt. Bonus: There's a super insightful/ridiculous interview with moi.  

This contest ends January 12.

Good luck!
B*

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Macteen Cover Reveal Roundup

With Turkey Day around the corner, I thought I'd offer up a visual smorgasbord. So, feast your eyes on this stunning lineup of spring 2014 cover reveals from Macteenbooks.com blog!


In the spirit of not playing favorites (and book Karma), I'm going to declare The Truth About Alice by Jennifer Mathieu as my top to-read (that doesn't have my name on it) for the spring. Which one is your favorite? 

B*

Monday, November 4, 2013

MY LAST KISS Galleys are Heeeere!

Behold the glory of this shiny new advanced copy book goodness!!!

That's right my fantabulous (to-be) readers, ARCs for MY LAST KISS have arrived. If you're a YA book reviewer/blogger and would like one of these beauties to review, you can leave your request and website info along with your name in the comments below or hit me up on Twitter @BethDazzled . I only have a limited number, but there's a rumor going around that if you share what your last kiss was, you might be bumped up the list. *wink, wink, nudge, nudge*

A little birdie also told me MY LAST KISS is now available for pre-order. I guess you could click here to check and maybe catch it at the super great pre-sale sale price or something.

Happy reading!
B*

UPDATE: If you are a book reviewer/blogger who is interested in reviewing MY LAST KISS please forward your request to childrens [dot] publicity [at] macmillanusa [dot] com.