Author: Steph Campbell
Age: YA
Scheduled to release: October 28, 2014
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Two strangers.
Two broken hearts.
One night to set each other free.
Almost dying from an undiagnosed heart condition means every
second of your life is a precious gift to be guarded.
Lena Pettitt was born a miracle.
And her parents never let her forget it.
Even if that daily reminder kept her from experiencing the
one thing they were trying to protect most--her life.
Gabriel Martinez’s heart has been ripped out.
His pride has been stomped on.
Oh, and he now has an arrest record that’s caused an even
bigger rift between him and his DA mother. All for a love that wasn’t really
true.
Now he’s exiled to his grandmother’s, working on his late
grandpa’s old Corvair when a shivering girl knocks on the garage door. Lena,
left alone for the first time ever, has locked herself out of her house--in the
snow. Gabe knows he could help this girl get back inside her house--but that
may mean missing the next train to Boston to pick up the part he’s spent eight
weeks tracking down. She can wait for him at his grandmother’s or…
A few hours, an aluminum valve cover, and some strong coffee
later, neither Gabe or Lena can feign disappointment when they race to the
station and arrive just as the last train home from Boston is pulling out.
As jaded as he is, Gabe can’t deny the fact that he’s
excited to spend the night exploring a city he knows nearly every corner of,
with a girl who sees magic in the simplest things.
Lena has been waiting for her tiny world to crack open her
entire life. Now that it’s finally happened, she finds the only thing she can
focus on is the unexpected tour guide who opens her eyes to possibilities she
never imagined.
All they have is this one night, together, under the bright
moon in a city full of hidden beauty.
It’s one night that will change how they see the world and
the paths their hearts will take forever.
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Excerpt
“Gabriel.” Her voice is sharp and wakes me up like a bad
nightmare.
I pull myself up to sitting, touch my cheek, and wince at
the pain.
“Did…did someone hit me?” I ask, working my jaw back and
forth. It doesn’t feel good. “Did a cop hit me?” I blink a few times, trying to
put together the memory of what happened before I took a solid right hook to
the jaw.
My mom scoffs.
“The official report says that another protester hit you,
though I suppose it could’ve been a police officer. I don’t want to hear
another word about that though,” she says. Her arms are folded tightly over her
chest and she taps one shiny, black heel with each clipped word.
“I just—”
“I told you to stay away from her,” Mom says, then holds one
hand up. “All of this could have been avoided if you just would have listened
to me and stayed away from her.”
I don’t answer, because I have no defense. This is the one
time my mom has ever been right as far as I’m concerned.
“Never mind, we don’t need to discuss that now. What we need
to do is get you out of here. I’ve already signed all of the paperwork,” she
says.
Don’t have to ask me twice to leave the white cinderblock
walls and the comfort of the matching cement bench.
“Thanks, Ma,” I say.
She shakes her head. “Oh, don’t you thank me, Gabriel. The
man you punched—the man you assaulted at that protest—he was a police officer.”
Giveaway
(1) Kindle Fire and ebooks: Grounding Quinn, Delicate,
Beautiful Things Never Last, and Even The Moon Has Scars
About the Author
Steph Campbell grew up in Southern California, but now lives in the hot, humid south. She has one husband, four children and a serious nail polish obsession. When she's not writing or taking care of her brood, she's reading or scouring travel sites, always ready for life's next adventure.
blog: stephcampbell.blogspot.com
twitter: @stephcampbell_
instagram: _steph_campbell
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