Wednesday, September 4, 2013

BLOG TOUR!! [Excerpt & Trailer + GIVEAWAY!!] Painted Boots by Mechelle Morrison

Painted Boots
by Mechelle Morrison
Release date: July 4, 2013
Age Group: Mature Young Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Tour organized by: AToMR Tours

Book Description:
When her father drags her to a new life in Wyoming, Aspen Brand doesn’t expect to fall for a cowboy named Kyle Thacker—but she does.  At seventeen, Aspen and Kyle share unexpected ground: guitar, running, physics.  And guilt.  Aspen blames herself for her mother’s car accident, while Kyle can’t find a way past his brother’s suicide.
On their first date they open up to each other, forging an unbreakable bond between them.  But Kyle has spent two years living with a vicious secret—one his ex-girlfriend will do anything to protect—and sharing his truth with Aspen makes her a target.  Now if Kyle is to be her love story, Aspen must first win the fight of her life.

From Chapter Five
“My name is Aspen.  Just in case you’re interested.”
The girl runs her fingers into her hair.  “Everyone notices you, you know?  Is that why you do it?”
“Do what?”
“The clothes thing.  Duh.”  The words sound like she’s spitting them, like they’re thorns in her mouth.  She swings her legs from the car and stands up, brushing at her Burberry-wannabe jacket.  Her gaze fixes on my chest as her lips draw into a sudden frown.  “That pin belongs to my aunt Carol,” she says.
Without thinking I finger the ocean-colored brooch I found in the best consignment shop in Gillette, the one on Douglas.  It’s a starburst pattern—a large aqua glass oval surrounded by wave after wave of ever deepening green.  “I love this pin,” I say.
“So does my aunt.”  The girl scrubs the back of her hand under her nose.  “She eloped with some Harley guy who’d been working oil in the Dakotas.  They took off without saying a word to anybody!  My mom was so angry she sold that pin, and all my aunt’s stuff, to a thrift shop.  But Aunt Carol promised it to me.”
“I bought it,” I say.  “And it cost a lot.”
The second bell rings.  From habit, I look at my watch.
The girl slams her car door.  “Give it back.”
I tell her “No,” and she grabs me, pushing me against the mud-splattered hood of her car.  She whispers, “I’m not afraid to fight you for it.”
It’s hard to believe this girl will actually punch me, but what do I know?  The only clear thought in my head is that Mom used to tell me In the face of confrontation, use your words.

Mechelle Morrison loves language--she's always wished she could speak and write them all.  She lives for chocolate, lazy summer days, spontaneously funny things . . . and family.  She's sort of scared of dogs.

When she's not reading or writing or wandering the world, she can be found in her backyard in Utah with her husband, their daughter and the bevy of quail that live behind their garage.

If she didn't write she'd make stop-motion animation shorts.  So she does that anyway.
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