Sunday, 15 March 2015

Book Blitz + Giveaway - Summer Confessions by Lynn Vroman

Summer Confessions by Lynn Vroman
Release Date: 03/10/15
YA Contemporary
Untold Press
162 pages 

Summary from Goodreads: 

A southern young adult LGBT contemporary romance.

Macy Diaz has managed childhood friend Jeb Porter’s crush for years. However, his infatuation turns to obsession, even putting a kid in the hospital just for hitting on her. In the past, Macy brushed it off, explained his bizarre acts away. But now she harbors a secret. She’s in love…with Jeb’s sister, Rachel. 

By some miracle, Rachel loves Macy back, and despite the small minds polluting their sleepy southern town, they’re sticking together. Unfortunately, making sure Jeb never grows suspicious
proves harder every day—until everything falls apart. 

As a sick, unstable Jeb starts to threaten all Macy values, she is reminded of what has always been perfectly clear. Macy belongs to him, only him, and he won’t let her go. Ever. 

If only Macy could’ve loved Jeb, she wouldn’t have to worry about surviving him now.


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Church ain't so bad, especially since Pastor Bill brought in the cushioned pews. It was kind of  nice  how  my  butt stayed  awake, even  if  my  eyes didn'twant to. But one glance at Mama's scowl, and I knew better than to check out while we all got our morality medicine for the week.
"…and  don't  forget,  y'all  need  to  bring  a  dish  for  the  Fourth  of  July  planning  party.  My Jenny's  makin'  her  sweet  cornbread  muffins."  Pastor  Bill  gave  his  wife  an  adoring  look  and
patted his big belly. "Until then, I'll see each and everyone of you next Sunday."
I smiled. The torture was over.
In  polite,  orderly  fashion,  we  all  filed  out of  the  small  church  that  had  been  around  since Papaw first moved here in the 1960s. I did my best to avoidthe obligatory handshake with the man who ruined every Sunday  morning, but he was quick  for a  fat guy. "Buenos días,  Senora Diaz."
Pastor Bill's Appalachian twang hurt my ears. The way he  butchered his Spanish, that damn accent making him sound like the hick he was, had me grinding my back teeth.
"Nice  sermon,  Pastor."  Mama  didn't  understand  a  lick  of  Spanish,  but  she'd  never  let  the good  pastor  know  it.  Didn't  matter to  him  we  were  as  southern  as  every  other  smelly  country bumpkin in Pittman Center.
"Why, thank you." His bloated hand covered hers. "Don't forget the party. I do love me some Mexican food."
Dumbass. We're Puerto Rican.
"I wouldn't miss it for nothing." She slid her hand out of his sweaty grasp, a forced smile on her lips.
We walked down the old cement steps toward the mowed field everyone used as the parking lot, batting at the gnats buzzing around our heads. "When you gonna tell him we ain't Mexican?"
"As soon as you can stay awake for the whole sermon." 

About the Author 

Born in Pennsylvania, Lynn spent most of her childhood, especially during math class,
daydreaming. Today, she spends an obscene amount of time in her head, only now she writes down all the cool stuff.
With a degree in English Literature, Lynn used college as an excuse to read for four years straight. She lives in the Pocono Mountains with her husband, raising the four most incredible
human beings on the planet. She writes young adult novels, both fantasy and contemporary.

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