Bloomsbury Spark is a one-of-a-kind, global, digital imprint from Bloomsbury Publishing dedicated to publishing a wide array of exciting fiction eBooks to teen, YA, and new adult readers.
**GIVEAWAY**
Blitz-wide giveaway
Open to INTL
A Kindle Paperwhite loaded with all of these titles:
1) The Sound of Us by Ashley Poston Bloomsbury / Amazon / BN /Kobo / iTunes
2) The Art of Falling by Jenny Kaczorowski Bloomsbury / Amazon / BN / Kobo / iTunes
3) The Secret of Isobel Key by Jen McConnel + sequel Bloomsbury / Amazon / BN / Kobo / iTunes
4) Her Secret Inheritance Bloomsbury / Amazon / BN / Kobo / iTunes
5) Positively Mine by Christine Duval Bloomsbury / Amazon / BN / Kobo / iTunes
6) Deliver Me by Kate Jarvik Birch Bloomsbury / Amazon / BN / Kobo / iTunes
7) Pride’s Run by Cat Kalen Bloomsbury / Amazon / BN / Kobo / iTunes
8) Road to Somewhere by Jenny S. Morris & Kelley Lynn Bloomsbury / Amazon / BN / Kobo
9) Beyond Our Stars by Marie Langager Bloomsbury / Amazon / BN / Kobo /
10) The Mapmaker’s Daughter by Caroline Dunford Bloomsbury / Amazon / BN
11) Until We End by Frankie Brown Bloomsbury / Amazon / BN / Kobo / iTunes
12) An ARC of My Soon-To-Be Sex Life by Judith Tewes Bloomsbury / BN / Kobo / iTunes
THE SOUND OF US EXCERPT
Despite my best friend being a Roman Holiday aficionado, I only know three things about Roman Montgomery.
One, he has honey brown hair that’s usually gelled up in a wave.
Two, he doesn’t have any visible tattoos—although there were rumors he had a song quote below the belt.
And three, Roman Montgomery would never, ever be seen shopping at a cruddy old Stop-N-Shop in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.
Apparently, I don’t know anything about Roman Montgomery after all.
The longer he holds my gaze, the more I can’t write him off as a good look-alike—it’s the angle of his nose, the sharpness of his cheekbones, the way one eyebrow is always a little higher than the other. He’s gained a little weight since his last interview with GQ, or maybe it’s more muscle, I don’t know, but it’s definitely him.
Suddenly, I jerk my eyes away from his gaze. Oh, God, I have underwear with his face on them. I am beyond mortified. The blush on my cheeks is so hot, it probably matches my hair. And he seems entertained by it.
“I should be flattered, meeting you here again,” he goes on. “Last night we got off on the wrong foot.”
I quickly turn my back to him. Last night I even touted that I hated his band. See, this is why I shouldn’t talk to strangers. “It’s fine. I don’t care.”
“Let’s try again?”
“Uh—no, no thanks.”
But apparently “no” is not in his vocabulary. He slips around in front of me so smoothly, it could be a dance move. He juts out his tattooed hand. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”
Is this a joke?
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