July 17, 2015

Anya and the Shy Guy Blog Tour: Excerpt + Giveaway

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Welcome to my stop on the blog tour for Anya and the Shy Guy! Today I have a great excerpt from the book to share with you - and don't forget to enter the giveaway! To follow the rest of the tour, click on the banner above.


Anya and the Shy Guy (Backstage Pass #4)
Author: Suze Winegardner
Genre: YA Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 14, 2015
Publisher: Entangled Crush

Description:

It’s always the quiet ones…

Anya Anderson doesn’t just need a big break, she needs any break. Living on the streets doesn’t leave a girl many options, so when she scores a gig reporting on the Seconds to Juliet tour, she jumps at the chance to earn enough money to sleep somewhere safe. And the paycheck will get bigger—and keep her off the streets for good—if she can dig up dirt on Will Fray, the irritatingly hot “shy guy” of the band.

Problem is, Will Fray isn't who everyone thinks he is. In fact, he’s not Will at all. Matt, Will's identical twin, is actually the guy onstage, reluctantly covering for his brother while he’s in rehab. To make matters worse, Matt’s being shadowed by a cute reporter with troubled eyes determined to get the scoop. On him. And he's having trouble finding the willpower to keep his distance…

But if the secret gets out, it won't just be his head on a platter—it’ll be the whole band’s.

This Entangled Teen Crush book contains steamy make out scenes, graphic language, and a love story so hot your copy may spontaneously burst into flames. You’ve been warned.
 

The bell on the door clanged and a perfectly styled man in a three piece suit—wow, but he must have been hot—emerged from the back of the store. “Can I help...” he began.
 
He did a double take at Will, and then in a second took in the people rushing past the window. Will ducked behind a rack of suits, and Anya followed.
 
She peeked out between tweedy jackets. People were streaming past the window. And then some stragglers stopped and looked around them. Panting, they started to peer into all the
shop windows.
 
“Quickly, hide in here,” the shop owner said. He pointed through a door. Will grabbed her hand and ran, still crouching, into the room and slammed the door shut. Darkness. Complete and total darkness.
 
“So what was that about living life on the edge?” she whispered.
 
“Very funny,” he replied in the dark.
 
“Where are we?” Anya whispered.
 
“In a menswear store, Tulsa, United States of America. Did you bang your head?” he whispered back.
 
She went to push him, but she pushed thin air. “Not what I meant. Where are you?”
 
“I’m right here. Where’s the light switch?” he said, a smile in his voice.
 
She groped the wall, feeling suddenly claustrophobic. Suddenly too hot and like she couldn’t breathe. Shit. Frantically she searched for a light, but the walls were completely bare. Her breath started to come in pants. “I can’t find it. I can’t find the light.” She cringed at the panic she heard in her own voice.
 
Outside in the store, the door rang again as someone came in.
 
“Shhhhh,” Will said.
 
“I can’t, I can’t...” she said. An arm snaked around her waist and a hand covered her
mouth.
 
“Shhhhh.”
 
She wriggled free of his hand and couldn’t help her heavy breathing. She sounded like a
total mouth breather.
 
He pulled her close and stroked her back, as if she were a baby that needed soothing. For
some reason that pissed her off and she jerked free. “I’m not a baby!”
 
He took his arms away from her and she was suddenly chilled and alone in the dark. A whimper escaped her, but then she felt his light fingers in her hair. She turned her head into the caress, suddenly needing his touch. To not feel alone. It was an alien feeling, and she explored it with her mind, like fingers snaking over a braille book. Her breathing steadied. And she stepped back as the door opened in the shop again, bell jangling through the door.
 
“I’m sorr—” she began before his hand slid over her mouth.
 
“Shhhh.”
 
Muffled voices came from the store, the words “Will Fray,” however, were clear and repetitive. She stilled and listened intently. How many people were out there? Were they going to ransack the place? Were they safe? She’d seen firsthand what a mob mentality looked like during the Occupy demonstrations. People seemed to get out of hand much faster when they were in a group.
 
“I guess you’re going to have an interesting story to blog tonight,” he whispered against her ear. The intimacy of it made her stomach flicker with...a strange excitement that she hadn’t felt since the Christmas Eve before her mom had left. His face was so close to hers that she felt his light exhale against her cheek. She could so easily turn her head and kiss him. His lips must be just there. Then she realized his arm was around her and pressed against the small of her back. All of her was against him. She should step away.
 
She should step back maybe. Maybe go to the other side of the room. Open the door maybe. Maybe... All the while reveling in the feel of him. She hadn’t been this close to another human since Jude gave her a quick hug goodbye six months ago. It had been a shock to both of them as neither of them were comfortable with touching, and she’d laughed at the awkwardness of the hug, and he had given one of his rare brief smiles.
 
Meanwhile, she still hadn’t moved away from Will, but as soon as she realized that she wanted to wrap one of her own arms around him, she did step back. Moved back into a space of sanity. Where she wouldn’t feel so tempted to kiss this...stranger. What was wrong with her? One good meal and a safe place to sleep for a night and she was getting all hot and bothered by a boy. How soft. And dangerous.
 
The door swung open and the perfectly dressed man appeared. He stepped back to allow
them out, and they peered into the room. “Oh sorry. I should have put the light on for you.”
 
Anya looked back into the room, now illuminated by daylight, and discovered they’d been in a very comfortable dressing room with two comfy armchairs. If he’d switched on the light, that weird, very intimate ten minutes would never have happened.
Suze Winegardner is an ex-pat Brit who quells her homesickness with Cadbury Flakes and Fray Bentos pies. She thinks her life is chock full of hoot, just a little bit of nanny. And if you get that reference, well, she already considers you kin.

She is represented by Laura Bradford, of the Laura Bradford Literary Agency,and writes for Entangled Publishing‘s Crush imprint.

She’s lived in LondonParis and New York, and has settled, for the time being, in North Carolina.

When not writing, Suze loves to travel with her military husband, and take long walks with their Lab.


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