Thursday, May 15, 2014

Blog Tour Excerpt: Only With You

Only With You

by Cecilia Gray

(The Jane Austen Academy Series #5)
Publication date: May 2014
Genres: Romance, Young Adult

Blurb: Dive into the fabulous, fun lives of six Academy girls as their friendships are tested, torn and ultimately triumph…

Emma has it all – looks, money, and luck. It’s not like she keeps it all to herself – she’s totally committed to helping those less fortunate. AKA, everyone. She invites her heartbroken friend to help with a weekend charity event with an eye to matchmake, but when that friend turns her eye toward the guy Emma wants for herself, how will she choose between friendship and her own feelings?

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The last thing that the girls at the elite Jane Austen Academy need is hot guys to flirt with. But over the summer the school has been sold, and like it or not, the guys are coming. And it’s about to turn the Academy—and the lives of its students—totally upside down…

The Jane Austen Academy series are modern retellings of Jane Austen classics set at a beachside California boarding school.



Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/16039713-only-with-you

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AUTHOR BIO:
Cecilia Gray lives in the San Francisco Bay Area where she reads, writes and breaks for food. She also pens her biographies in the third person. Like this. As if to trick you into thinking someone else wrote it because she is important. Alas, this is not the case.

She’s rather enamored of being contacted by readers and hopes you’ll oblige.

Author Links:
www.ceciliagray.com
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5061397.Cecilia_Gray
https://www.facebook.com/ceciliagray
https://twitter.com/ceciliabooks


READ AN EXCERPT:
Emma heard a sharp shriek, then tires on pavement, and stood and walked to her picture window. Her perfectly manicured hands brushed aside the white panel curtain. Knight's shiny, black Corvette squealed as it made a hairpin turn up the rolling hills that led to her family's beachside estate. Knight seemed to be taking advantage of being the only person on the private road. She clutched the fabric in her fist as the sports car executed a stunning right-angle turn, its tires rotating sideways and smoke swirling up from the exhaust pipe.
Knight was nothing if not reliable, and she should have known he would take her 911 message literally in every sense.
She glanced at the one-of-kind Hublot watch on her slim wrist—a replica of the one her mother wore. There was still so much to do but she stole another look at her reflection, this time in the full-length gold-gilt mirrors that lined the entry to her walk-in closet. As usual, nothing was out of place. She ruffled her long, blond curls, which cascaded artfully over her bare shoulders, sending up another whiff of lily perfume. Her platinum hoop earrings winked as they reflected the sunlight pouring in both through her front windows, as well as the back patio that overlooked the pool. She'd selected her dusty-rose camisole sundress for its comfort and now wondered if she should change—she was much more stunning in golds—but no, there wasn't any time. With a quick smack of her lips to refresh her pink lip gloss, she swept out of her room and down the stairs.
She ran into the brightly lit hall, sun streaming in through floor-to-ceiling white-trim French windows. The cleaning staff had finished mopping, dusting, sweeping, and steam-cleaning the Moroccan tiles, French chandeliers, and Turkish curtains hours ago. While they were qualified professionals and had performed all the needed touch-ups, Emma still saw room for improvement. She stopped at each windowsill to turn the crystal vases of calla lilies so the petals opened up to the sun and the lush, silky leaves faced the lathing rays hitting Newport Beach.
Had it been another day, she might have ignored these small details in favor of a nap or a trip to the beach. But today was not just any day. Today was the first day of many days of two miserable lives she intended to make much, much better.
If only her two victims knew what they were in for.
She threw open the front doors to the circular driveway, which—perfect timing—Knight was rounding. The Corvette swung out parallel to her and stopped hard. Knight threw open his door and leaped out.
Knight's gray T-shirt was rumpled, as if her text had found him sleeping. Likely, given his aggressive napping schedule. He must have pulled on the first pair of dark jeans he could scrounge up from the foot of his bed. The sleeves of his brown leather jacket were pushed up to his forearms, and one of the shoelaces of his Converse was untied and flopped to the ground. His brown hair stuck up at odd angles, skyward and sideways. He must have fallen asleep with gel in again. (Knight wasn't one for Emma's strict grooming rituals.) While she should have frowned in disappointment at his haphazard appearance, she found herself smacking her lips with approval.
He did manage to make disheveled look adorable.
Knight's warm, coffee-colored eyes wildly roved her body from head to toe and back. "Oh god. You look okay." His right arm latched around her neck. He pulled her against his side and laid a quick kiss on the top of her head. "You are okay, right?"
"Of course I am." With a grunt, she disentangled herself from his arms.
"What is it then? Don't say your mom."
"Why would I say your mom?"
"Emma." He let out an exasperated sigh. "So…everything's okay?"
"Better than okay. Dazzling! Don't worry about your lack of luggage. I'll have some clothes brought to the house. But first we must go for a ride." She walked around to the passenger side of his Corvette and opened the door. She noted that he wasn't moving and waved her hands for him get in.
Knight's brow crinkled, and he heaved out a breath that ruffled his bangs. He ran a hand through his hair, which made the dark strands puff up even more, and then pulled his phone out of his back pocket. Reading the screen, he said, "9-1-1. I need you now." He held the phone out over the hood of his car for her to read. "Is this how your phone autocorrects, I'm doing nothing important, swing by whenever?"
"Everything I do is important." Emma crooked her finger. "Let's go."


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