Today is the release day launch of The Art of Lainey! Thanks to InkSlingerPR, Harper Collins, and The Art of Lainey's author, Paula Stokes, I've got an excerpt and giveaway to share!! :D
GOT HEART?
The music pitches and swells, violin and
guitars, drumbeats and thudding bass. As I sway back and forth in front of the
stage, it feels like being in the eye of a tornado, where it’s calm, but
everything is going crazy whirling around me. I can’t stop looking at Micah, at
the way the lights reflect off his mohawk, at the way he’s completely lost in
the storm of overlapping chords.
I see every part of him, tiny pieces I
never knew existed. The slight bend in his nose, the wedge-shaped scar on his
right temple, the outline of his bicep hiding beneath the pyramid tattoo. His
lips part, just barely, when he exhales. As I imagine the invisible mist of his
breath hanging in the air, I inch closer to him. Here, in the strange blue
light, while the bass pulses and pounds, all I can think about is touching him.
Our fingertips brush. A shockwave courses through me. I want to grab him and
pull him into my calm spot, closing my eyes and kissing him while the world
spins topsy-turvy around us.
My thoughts feel hot inside my head, like
they should be radiating a laser beam across the club, but Micah’s eyes are
still closed, his body loose. He’s oblivious to the fact I’m thinking about
kissing him. He has no idea my eyes are skimming their way down the lines of
his body. His cheekbones. His beard stubble. The ridge of muscle connecting his
jaw to the center of his chest. The faintest trace of sweat glistens where his
neck meets his right shoulder. I want to touch my lips to it.
This is crazy. It’s Micah. I don’t like
Micah. He doesn’t like me. We have about as much in common as, well, nothing. I
sneak another glimpse at him. He’s still completely entranced by the song. He’s
still completely kissable. It has to be the beer, or the music, the violins and
guitars and electronic pulsing, the whole otherworldly quality to this song. Or
maybe it’s just because I’m not myself here, and I don’t have to obey the rules
of Lainey.
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GOT GAME?
I sub back into the game a few minutes
later and stay through the end of the half. It’s still 1-0. The Yellow Jackets
tie it up on a breakaway goal in the second half. At this point I’m running
from one end of the field to the other, playing more defense than any striker
forward ought to be playing. I can’t help it. It feels so good to be in the
game.
Matt Clifton saves a shot on goal and
drop-kicks the ball in my direction. I dribble up field, out maneuvering two of
the other team’s defenders. I pass the ball to Jason who sends it across to our
right wing forward. The defense kicks the ball out of bounds and we get a
corner kick. Jason goes to take it. I position myself in front of the goal,
dancing back and forth as I vie for position with one of the Yellow Jacket
fullbacks.
It’s a beautiful kick—high and strong, and
it’s coming right at me. The other players, the shouting, the movement, they all
fade into the background as I keep my eyes locked on the ball. Angling my body
just slightly, I propel all five feet and eight inches of myself into the air
at exactly the right moment—I think, I hope—and the crown of my head connects
squarely with the ball. The players around me all turn to watch as it arcs
through the air…
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GET LAINEY!
I flip on the radio as soon as Leo fires up
the engine. I hit the tuning arrow up until it lands on the station Micah put
on for the ride home from the baseball game.
Leo looks over at me. “I didn’t know you
liked this kind of music,” he says.
Me neither, but I do. Kind of, anyway.
“I’ve been branching out. Anything gets old if you listen to it twenty-four
seven, you know?”
“I hear you. I like new stuff too.”
I don’t answer. If you asked me whether I
was the type of person who liked trying new things or preferred sticking with
what was familiar, I would have told you I’m the second girl. The if
–it-aint-broke-don’t-fix-it girl. I also would have told you plays were lame.
It suddenly occurs to me that I don’t seem to know very much about…me. It’s a
weird feeling, like maybe a stranger is inhabiting my body. Or maybe a stranger
was, and I kicked her out.
About The Book:
The Art of Lainey
Synopsis:
Soccer star Lainey Mitchell is gearing up
to spend an epic summer with her amazing boyfriend, Jason, when he suddenly
breaks up with her—no reasons, no warning, and in public no less! Lainey is
more than crushed, but with help from her friend Bianca, she resolves to do
whatever it takes to get Jason back.
And that’s when the girls stumble across a
copy of The Art of War. With just one glance, they're sure they can use the
book to lure Jason back into Lainey’s arms. So Lainey channels her inner
warlord, recruiting spies to gather intel and persuading her coworker Micah to
pose as her new boyfriend to make Jason jealous. After a few "dates",
it looks like her plan is going to work! But now her relationship with Micah is
starting to feel like more than just a game.
What's a girl to do when what she wants is
totally different from what she needs? How do you figure out the person you're
meant to be with, if you're still figuring out the person you're meant to be?
Paula Stokes is half writer, half RN, and
totally thrilled to be part of the world of YA literature. She grew up in St.
Louis, Missouri where she graduated from Washington University and the Goldfarb
School of Nursing. When she's not writing, she's kayaking, hiking, reading, or
seeking out new adventures in faraway lands. Paula loves interacting with
readers! Find her online at www.authorpaulastokes.com or on twitter as
@pstokesbooks.
And finally Paula has an awesome swag pack and a signed
copy of The Art of Lainey!!!
