Prom-Wrecked Blog Tour: Bonus Scene + Giveaway

Prom-Wrecked

Author: Jennifer DiGIovanni and T.H. Hernandez

Publication Date: May 6, 2019

Publisher: Entangled Teen

Description:

Their prom night ended in a jail cell with forty of their closest friends. But that’s hardly the worst thing that happened to them…   

When the principal announces prom is canceled this year, senior Riley Hart is determined to save it. Armed with little more than her own enthusiasm, she ends up working closely with Owen Locklear, who is more than completely off-limits. Because he’s the boyfriend of her ex-BFF, Catherine Reed. Still, Owen knows Riley better than almost anyone, and his charming ideas for turning the prom upside-down and backward win Riley over.   

Catherine is willing to join Owen and Riley on the prom committee, but only because her legacy as prom queen is at stake. She’s already suffocating under the weight of her parents’ expectations for after senior year, and compared to that, ensuring prom happens should be easy. At least until everything starts to go wrong.   

First they lose their deposit. Then they book a band full of octogenarians. And lose their venue... Twice.   

Riley will have an unforgettable teenage experience, damn it, if it’s the last thing she does… 

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We didn’t really have any deleted scenes, so instead, here is a bonus scene from Catherine’s POV.

Mom glances over at me before studying the rear-view mirror as she backs out of the parking spot at the county jail. Her hands grip the wheel as she navigates her SUV through the lot and onto the street. After checking all three mirrors, she returns her attention to me.

Self-consciously, I reach up and pat my hair. It feels just as disastrous as my dress, as wrecked as our entire prom. “What?” I ask.

She presses her lips into a tight line before they part, then close again.

“Mom. Is something wrong? You’re kinda freaking me out.”

A grin tugs at her mouth as she focuses on the dark road in front of us. “No. Just trying to understand why I found you wrapped in the arms of a good-looking boy mere hours after leaving our home with a different good-looking boy.”

Of course. She has no idea Owen and I broke up. “I was going to tell you. We were just…waiting.”

“Tell me what?”

“Owen and I broke up a few weeks ago. We decided to still go to prom together, so we were hiding the fact that we broke up to avoid gossip…” I glance at my mom to gauge her reaction, and also to buy myself a moment. If I’m really going to be the new Catherine, that means not only standing up for myself, but telling the truth. “And to up my chances for getting the crown. I know you wanted that for me.”

She doesn’t respond until we come to a stop at a traffic light two blocks later. It must be on a timer because there isn’t another car around this time of night. Mom turns to look at me, her expression giving nothing away. “What on earth are you talking about?”

“Prom Queen. You wanted me to win. Just like you did.”

“Well of course.” The light turns to green and she eases through the intersection. “Being Prom Queen was one of the best nights of my young life, and I wanted you to have that experience, too, but it’s not that important. Certainly not worth going to the dance with one boy when you wanted to be with another.”

Now it’s my turn to be confused. “What?”

“Catherine, I have failed you in more ways than one, but if I ever led you to believe that being Prom Queen was the end game, that everything else was only to serve that purpose, than I am truly sorry.”

Tears pool in my eyes, making the street lights grow into fuzzy blobs. “I just wanted you to be proud of me.”

Mom checks the mirrors again, before drifting to the right and pulling up next to the curb. She takes a deep breath and turns toward me. “I’ve always been proud of you.” A hiccup escapes and I realize she’s fighting back her own tears. “And the fact that you don’t know that may be my biggest failure of all.”

I gulp in air to calm myself enough that I can speak. “I was worried I would be a disappointment if I don’t become a lawyer. If I didn’t get the crown. If you found out Owen and I broke up.”

She wipes a few stray tears and picks up my hand, setting it on hers, so our palms are resting against one another. “I am so sorry. Baby, all I want for you is to be happy. Part of me thought you could be happy by living the life I had, since I consider myself to be relatively happy. But you need to find your own path. And if that’s in theater, then I will come to your shows. If this Jordon boy makes you happy, then I need to get to know him.” She tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “I meant what I said the other day. I went into law to do something good for others. Your dad and I have been talking. We’re both going to be making changes in our lives. You’re growing up and we’ll be empty-nesters. It’s time to figure out what the next chapter of our lives will be.”

I burst into tears and fling myself into my mom’s arms. She’s stiff at first, but then her body wraps around mine, melding into me. She smells like her expensive shampoo and a hint of the linen perfume she wears. She smells like home, like acceptance, like Mom.

My phone vibrates with a text and I disengage from her embrace to look at the screen.

Jordon: I’ve been sprung

Catherine: Happy face

Jordon: When can I see you?

My actual face breaks out into a happy grin and I glance briefly at my mom. “So, would you like to get to know Jordon better tomorrow? Oh, wait, it is tomorrow. Can I invite him to dinner tonight?”

“I should run it by your dad first, but go ahead and invite him with the caveat that we may need to reschedule.”

“Thanks. Mom.”

Catherine: How about 2nite. Dinner with my parents?

Jordon: Scary

Catherine: They don’t bite

Jordon: I’ll be there

My smile is still plastered on my lips as we pull into the drive, my phone hugged to my chest. Prom may have been a disaster, but this has been the best night of my life.

Jennifer DiGiovanni writes light fantasy and contemporary fiction for teens. You can find out more about her books by visiting www.jenniferdigiovanni.com or following her on Instagram or Twitter @jendwrites. 

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T.H. Hernandez is a young adult author of six novels, spanning the contemporary, post-global warming/dystopian, and urban scifi genres. She lives in San Diego, California with her husband, three kids, and a zoo-worthy collection of animals. Her latest release, PROM-WRECKED, was co-written with Jennifer DiGiovanni and releases May 2019 from Entangled Teen. 

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Bonus Scene Excerpt Blitz + Giveaway: Lost Souls by Eliza Freed

Hey everyone! Today I have a fantastic bonus scene from Forgive Me by Eliza Freed that's been retold from Jason's POV. Keep reading for a note from the author, the great bonus scene, info on the books, and an awesome giveaway!!

Letter From the Author:

This scene goes back to Cedar Creek Lake in Texas. It's where Annie and Jason spent a week in a cabin on the lake, and used the time to repair their damaged relationship. I wanted reader's to hear from Jason before the next book is released. I wanted them to remember how much he loves Annie, how hard he worked to keep the relationship going. Theirs is not a perfect union. It defies comprehension by everyone outside of it, and pushes both their limits of compromise and acceptance.

I could write about Jason Leer every day. Even when he's not present in the series, he's a part of each scene. None of the Lost Souls could take place without a deep understanding of his love for Annie and its impact on her life. My fear is that as long as I write, I'll never know a character as well as I know him. 

Eliza

PS - I really do have an unhealthy obsession with Jason Leer.

Annie reaches down and touches my hair with one hand and covers her eyes with the other. Her breathing deepens as she fights for air and I fight for her orgasm. I need to see her come. I continue with my tongue and she arches away from me. I pull her back to my mouth, not letting her go. She will be mine forever. She writhes and presses her thighs against the sides of my head and I lick her swollen lips one last time as she succumbs. I’m sure I could keep her here, on this kitchen table, for the rest of our lives. Her chest rises, her eyes still covered, and I can barely recall how angry I was at her a few days ago.

“Let’s take a bath,” I say, wanting to forget the past few weeks, and her trip to New Orleans…and her complete unwillingness to value her safety. “It’ll make you feel better.”

I take her hand and help her off the table. She follows me to the bathroom without a word. She’s always so tranquil after she comes—serene, not questioning a thing, not remembering what’s lost. I turn on the hot water and plug the tub. There’s a jar labeled “bath salts” with a scoop on the shelf. It smells like vanilla. I toss the scoop on the counter and pour a shot of salts into the water.

“Where’s your lighter?” she asks.

“You gonna start smokin’?” I tease, but stop short of making a crack pipe comment.

“To light a candle,” she says, exasperated.

“I’ll do it. You get in while it’s hot.”

I line the candles up on the counter and light them one-by-one. Annie doesn’t move from the mirror. She runs her hands across her bruised skin until she shudders. It’s the evidence of a thousand needs only she can satisfy. Usually it’s my fault. No matter how many times I tell myself to be gentle, as soon as she’s near me I lose control. This time though, these bruises are her doing. I wanted to talk. She wanted this.

Her eyes follow her hands over her breasts and down to her waist. I drop the lighter and turn off the lights. Her skin glows ethereal in the candlelight, but she still stares in the mirror, gliding her fingertips across the bruises on the inside of her thighs. I cover her hand with my own.

“Get in the tub,” I whisper in her ear.

She climbs in. Sometimes, when she listens without arguing, I forget how stubborn she is, how she can infuriate me more than anyone else walking this earth. Annie lowers herself until she touches the water and then pulls back up.

“Too hot?”

“I just need a second to get used to it,” she says. She rests her arms on the sides and sinks in, laying her head on the edge. I watch until the peace returns to her face and then undress myself.

I reach to change the music. Her taste is abysmal. But the lyrics grab my attention. They hint at a love affair with the devil. I drop my arm to my side and turn back to Annie. She looks like an angel, but she drags me through hell.

“I feel beautiful when you look at me.” Me, and every other man on the planet.

“You are beautiful, Annie. Surely you know that. I’ve heard you told a hundred times before.”

“Understanding the way others view my appearance and the way I feel when you look at me are two totally different things.” I climb into the tub and rest her legs on each side of my waist. I run my hands up and down them. My dick’s hard in the water and I force my mind to concentrate on the fact that she’s sore, that her body needs a break.

“What else do you feel when I look at you?” I’ve never had to ask before. Annie couldn’t hide a thing from me, but these last few weeks my misery has replaced assuredness. If she can hop in a car to Mardi Gras without telling me, I’m no longer sure what she’s capable of.

“I thought you didn’t want me to think about us,” she says, reminding me of the weeks following her parents’ death. She tortured herself with her mind. Every waking hour, every moment of sleep.

“That was then.” Now I need to know everything. I lean forward and run my hand up the inside of her thigh and she closes her eyes and surrenders to my touch.

“Transparent,” she says, and I swear her voice is inside my head. “Alive. Condemned.” She opens her eyes, waiting for some response, but I have only understanding. When she called from New Orleans, it was like a life sentence—incapable of finding her, waiting to hear she was safe, wanting to kill her myself. If something happens to her...

“Wanted. Safe.” Her words pull me from the horror. “I feel like nothing bad can happen to me if I’m with you.” Which is why you should be with me. I rest her foot on my shoulder and wash her leg with a sponge.

“It scares me, the control you have over me.” At this I laugh out loud. How ironic.

“That’s interesting because it’s the complete lack of control that keeps me awake at night,” I say, wishing she didn’t drive me so insane. I place her leg back in the water and raise the other one. Her legs should be wrapped around my neck every day. The familiar need mixed with anger and frustration returns and I bury it down deep. This can’t become an argument.

“What are you going to do after graduation?” I ask. On my list of things I’m not leaving Cedar Creek Lake without settling, the end of her Rutgers career is at the top. I run the sponge down her calf with my lips following it, reminding her of where her future is.

“I’m just getting used to the idea I’m back in school. I haven’t considered after. It’s common to have a Masters in Statistics. Maybe I’ll do that.”

“So common.”

“Probably not as common as Philosophy majors.” She smiles and watches my lips return to her leg. “What are you going to do?” she asks, and the smile drains from her face.

“I won’t graduate for another year.”

“Why?”

“Light credits, especially in the spring. Makes it easier to miss four days a week at rodeos.” The statement separates us, even in this tub. The rodeo is like a curse word she hates to use.

“Do you ever think it would be easier to date a girl from Oklahoma?”

“Every day you’re away I think it.” And every minute you’re doing drugs, and every time I see the way guys look at you, and every walk home late at night you take, and every mile you drove to New Orleans. But the thought of another girl is ridiculous. I half-laugh as I say, “They’re close. I could have them every day. They understand rodeo.”

“They have dirty shoes,” she plays along.

“They listen to good music.” Annie lowers her eyes to the bubbles and I lose her for a second. Her green eyes filled with doubt, hidden from the one person who’s incapable of hurting her. I slide forward and lift her head. “No matter what, I can’t get past they’re not you. You’re in my blood and I’ll never let you go.”

“Condemnation.” Oh, you have no idea.

I turn her around and pull her back to my chest. The sponge in my hand runs down her neck and around her breasts. Here, in this tub in the middle of Texas, it’s impossible to think we can’t make this work.

“Close your eyes and, if you promise not to use it against me, I’ll tell you why I love you,” I say in her ear. Her head falls back on my shoulder and I kiss her neck.

“I promise.”

“I love you, Annie, because when most girls would fall apart, you get pissed off. You don’t understand the concept of surrender.” She smiles at my words and floats up, arching her back at my touch. “And you can’t be tamed.” I pull her back to me. “And yet I’ve never met someone with a greater ability to see the good in people. You are the perfect mix of courage and mercy.” I stop. Unsure of how far I should take this, but the question has been pounding in my head since I left Stillwater. If we’re going to make it, we’ll have to be together. I run the sponge to her belly button and back up. My lips graze her neck and slide to her ear.

“Come to Oklahoma, Annie.” She stiffens in my arms. I should regret asking her, but I don’t.

“Haven’t we been over this?” Steady…

“Not now. Spend the summer there with me and then move there after you graduate. Spend my senior year with me.” She’s silent, searching her mind right in front of me. I know it’s not where she belongs, but it’s where I need her to be. And I’m selfish enough to ask her, knowing she’s generous enough to come.

“I’ll go. I’ll spend the summer there and if it works, I’ll move there after graduation.”

“You will?” I yank her around. Her answer shouldn’t surprise me the way it does. I realize now, a part of me feared this might be our last weekend together. A part of me I don’t allow myself to hear.

“On one condition.” She’s strong, and bold, and I stop breathing. Fuck.

“I would say anything, but it’s you so I’ll just ask what the condition is.”

“You’ve got to back off of me for the next year.” I’m a scolded child. One who doesn’t think they’re wrong. “Trust my instincts. Believe that I’m surrounding myself with good people. Give me some credit.”

“Annie, you have to admit your behavior is a little scary.” I plead with her to hear some reason.

“I live smack dab between Philadelphia and New York City. If I want a tranny hooker dressed as a nurse to deliver an eight ball of cocaine to me, I can get it in an hour.” God, I hate her sometimes. “I’m fine. I will get high. I might try ’shrooms. I’ll most definitely stay up too late and possibly not drink enough fluids, but I’m going to be okay. You have to trust me.”

I say nothing. A million contentions flying through my mind. She’s a danger to herself in an unsafe city. Backing off is not possib—

“You make me want to lie to you about what I do,” she says, and it could not have felt worse if she punched me in the face…again. She’s never lied to me.

I lean back in the tub shaking my head in defeat.

“All right. I’ll try.”

About the Books:

FORGIVE ME (Lost Souls #1)

Author: Eliza Freed

Release Date: November 4, 2014

Publisher: Forever Yours

Description:

The thing he loves most in the world will kill him. It's only a matter of time . . . 

College student Charlotte O'Brien is lost and she can't find her way home. Devastated by her parents' tragic deaths, she aches for any kind of connection . . . and finds it in a man who is all wrong for her. Jason Leer is a rough-hewn steer wrestler from Oklahoma-and the hottest thing Charlotte has ever laid eyes on. Yet he has his own dark secrets . . .

Burying herself in Jason, Charlotte soon discovers that life doesn't have to be so painful. When they're together their passion eclipses everything-and Charlotte can finally begin to see a way out of the darkness of her past. Fighting for a future with Jason won't be easy, but for the first time since her parents' deaths, this lost soul might have finally found a place that feels like home.

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REDEEM ME (Lost Souls #2)

Author: Eliza Freed 

Release Date: February 3, 2015

Publisher: Forever Yours

Description:

Charlotte O'Brien desperately needs redemption. Torn apart by her parents' tragic deaths, Charlotte has no one to turn to after she alienates herself from everyone and everything. Fate sends her a lifeline when she runs into a childhood friend. Now all she sees is Noble Sinclair-tall, gorgeous, with a body made for sinning. But Charlotte knows better than anyone how quickly the things you hold dear can be taken away-and though loving Noble feels like it could be her salvation, Charlotte knows it could also destroy her.
 
Noble Sinclair has always loved Charlotte. Now seeing how far she has fallen, Noble vows to be the man who can make her happy and bring her out of the darkness that has haunted her for far too long. But to save Charlotte, he must make her learn to forgive everyone who has forsaken her . . . starting with herself.

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Eliza Freed graduated from Rutgers University and returned to her hometown in rural South Jersey. Her mother encouraged her to take some time and find herself. After three months of searching, she began to bounce checks and her neighbors began to talk; her mother told her to find a job.
 
She settled into Corporate America, learning systems and practices and the bureaucracy that slows them. Eliza quickly discovered her creativity and gift for story telling as a corporate trainer and spent years perfecting her presentation skills and studying diversity. It's during this time she became an avid observer of the characters we meet and the heartaches we endure. Her years of study have taught her laughter is the key to survival, even when it's completely inappropriate.

She currently lives in New Jersey with her family and a misbehaving beagle named Odin. An avid swimmer, if Eliza is not with her family and friends, she'd rather be underwater. While she enjoys many genres, she has always been a sucker for a love story...the more screwed up the better.

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Fire & Flood - Exclusive Bonus Scene + Giveaway!

Hey there! If you're anything like me, you are eagerly counting down the days until Victoria Scott's new title, Fire & Flood, is released! Well, to hold us all over until then, the author has given us a bonus scene to drool over AND an awesome giveaway to celebrate the upcoming release!! Read on for the bonus scene and don't forget to enter the giveaway!!

About the Book:

Fire & Flood (Fire and Flood #1)

Author: Victoria Scott

Genre: YA Thriller

Release Date: February 25, 2014 (!!)

Publisher: Scholastic

Description:

A modern day thrill ride, where a teen girl and her animal companion must participate in a breathtaking race to save her brother's life—and her own.

Tella Holloway is losing it. Her brother is sick, and when a dozen doctors can't determine what's wrong, her parents decide to move to Montana for the fresh air. She's lost her friends, her parents are driving her crazy, her brother is dying—and she's helpless to change anything.

Until she receives mysterious instructions on how to become a Contender in the Brimstone Bleed. It's an epic race across jungle, desert, ocean, and mountain that could win her the prize she desperately desires: the Cure for her brother's illness. But all the Contenders are after the Cure for people they love, and there's no guarantee that Tella (or any of them) will survive the race.

The jungle is terrifying, the clock is ticking, and Tella knows she can't trust the allies she makes. And one big question emerges: Why have so many fallen sick in the first place? 

FIRE & FLOOD Bonus Scene

Harper Shaw, Minor Character 

The Brimstone Bleed started four hours ago, give or take. I’ve traveled as far as necessary for now, put adequate distance between myself and the other Contenders. There will be plenty who travel without stopping, without making a plan.

Idiots.

Like the others, I don’t know anything about this race, only that I need the prize—the Cure—more than I need my own beating heart. I can still remember my mother’s words as I left our home.

“I don’t know where you think you’re going, Harper,” she said. “But you can’t just leave us like this. Not now.”

But I did leave. It’s not like I could tell her about the invitation. Or explain what would happen next. Because the truth was, I didn’t know. Two days ago, I was lounging on my bed, listening to Linkin Park and watching MTV on mute. Today, I’m here, in a jungle, fighting to save the most important person in my life.

A caw rips through the late afternoon, and the dense canopy overhead rustles. I breathe in the smell of rich, damp soil that is almost invigorating. The air is thick and damp and clings to my skin, and everywhere I look is a plant I’ve never seen before. The world is a canvas of purple vines and orange flowers and greenery that swallows the ground beneath my feet. It’s both horrific and captivating at once.

Every few seconds, I stop to swipe insects off my skin. It doesn’t bother me. I’m not the squeamish type. The only thing I’m worried about is the egg in my Brimstone Bleed issued bag. A Pandora, the device said. An animal that will help me win this competition. My heart roars in my chest when the bag against my hip stirs once again.

Now that we’re alone, I drop to my knees and remove the egg. When I see a prominent crack down the side, my entire body buzzes with anticipation. I’ve never had a pet before. Not a dog, not a cat…not even a goldfish. And now I’m supposed to travel with an animal that could potentially save my life and Lillian’s? It’s hard to absorb.

The egg cracks again, and I freeze. My hands hover over the iridescent shell, unsure of what to do. But this Pandora doesn’t need my help. It’s eager to escape its prison, eager to fulfill its destiny. I admire its tenacity already, but my stomach churns wondering what my Pandora will be like. Will it be ruthless? Endearing? Will it make it so that I don’t feel utterly alone?

The egg burst open and I fall back, a gasp escaping my throat. I glance around to ensure we are alone. And when I look back, my hands shaking, my eyes widening, I see it—

A feather. 

Victoria Scott is a teen fiction writer represented by Sara Crowe. She's the author of the FIRE & FLOOD series published by Scholastic, and the DANTE WALKER trilogy published by Entangled Teen. Her books have been bought and translated in eight foreign markets including the UK, Turkey, China, Germany, Australia, Brazil, New Zealand, and the Netherlands.

Victoria lives in Dallas with her husband and hearts cotton candy something fierce.

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