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In Your Dreams Now Available for Preorders

In case you missed my earlier posts...there's a new Falling book! This one can be read completely on its own, and features a totally lovable, mess of a boy--Casey Coffield. He's Houston's best friend from book 3, and I love him something fierce. The book releases March 29, but I'm going to be sharing a lot of teasers on my Facebook page, so make sure you follow me: https://www.facebook.com/GingerScottAuthor.
I'm also going to be sending out the first chapter in my newsletter, and am giving away an ARC to one lucky newsletter subscriber. Find my newsletter sign-up here: http://www.littlemisswrite.com/newsletter/.

If you'd like to reserve your e-copy for release day, here are the pre-order links - synopsis again below the links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Your-Dreams-Falling-Book-ebook/dp/B01C5V1VVS/

iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/in-your-dreams/id1087675690?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4

Google: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=Ge6fCwAAQBAJ

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/in-your-dreams-17

Barnes and Noble: Link now live! http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/in-your-dreams-ginger-scott/1123478400?ean=2940152889321

Casey Coffield has a growing list of personal flaws he keeps locked away in his head:
He’s never on time.
His list of IOUs to his best friend is endless.
Money is always short.
Goals are never in reach.

Oh, and he’s decided to add college drop-out to that list, too. He doesn’t really think that last one’s such a bad thing, but his family insists it is, so it stays on the list.

On paper, he’s a zero. But in person, when he’s mixing tracks for a sea of bodies at the hottest clubs and parties, he’s downright irresistible. Just-right stubble on his chin, body of a boxer and a smirk that stimulates all the right nerves—women have never been a problem. They flock to his swagger and fall for his charm…fast.

All except for this one.

Purple hair, gray eyes, a raspy voice and sass, Murphy Sullivan is a little bit country and a little bit rock-n-roll. And her and Casey? They have history. He can’t remember it, but she wrote a song about him—and it’s not exactly a love song. But it is good. Damn good. And uncovering her inspiration just might be the key to solving a few of his shortcomings—not to mention open doors to his own big break in the music industry.

But sometimes dreams get messy when they collide. Sometimes life changes patterns. A past paints the wrong picture and futures get cloudy. The only question that remains is who will you choose when the dust settles—you? Or the girl of your dreams?

** This book is a Falling Series spin-off. It can be read as a standalone. **

In Your Dreams - a new Falling Series book! Cover Reveal Today! Releases March 29

Okay, it's just about midnight here, so...drumroll!



I hope you love the In Your Dreams cover as much as I do!

This one is super special to me. Quick story: So one of my bestest friends from back in the day of skateboards and pegged jeans and Kid and Play and (I could go on and on) shot this image for me. His name is Frank Rodriguez of DLRfoto, and he's pretty much brilliant with a lens. The model is the equally awesome Michael Patrick Gleason, and we basically turned my garage into the coolest club in town. I had this certain vibe in mind - I wanted something that said vinyl meets Boogie Nights meets hottest club in a warehouse that you can only get to if someone texts you directions at midnight. That vibe. And damn it if I don't think we pulled it off!

I cannot wait for you guys to meet Casey and fall for that infamous Coffield smirk and charm. Dare I say, I believe he has this way of putting you under his spell. And that smirk, that chin, that boy right there on the cover - Casey personified.

Get ready for March 29th. Below is the goodreads link; I will share pre-order links very soon!

Falling #4 - IN YOUR DREAMS

** Release date - March 29, 2016 **
Casey Coffield has a growing list of personal flaws he keeps locked away in his head:

He’s never on time.
His list of IOUs to his best friend is endless.
Money is always short.
Goals are never in reach.
Oh, and he’s decided to add college drop-out to that list, too. He doesn’t really think that last one’s such a bad thing, but his family insists it is, so it stays on the list.

On paper, he’s a zero. But in person, when he’s mixing tracks for a sea of bodies at the hottest clubs and parties, he’s downright irresistible. Just-right stubble on his chin, body of a boxer and a smirk that stimulates all the right nerves—women have never been a problem. They flock to his swagger and fall for his charm…fast.

All except for this one.

Purple hair, gray eyes, a raspy voice and sass, Murphy Sullivan is a little bit country and a little bit rock-n-roll. And her and Casey? They have history. He can’t remember it, but she wrote a song about him—and it’s not exactly a love song. But it is good. Damn good. And uncovering her inspiration just might be the key to solving a few of his shortcomings—not to mention open doors to his own big break in the music industry.

But sometimes dreams get messy when they collide. Sometimes life changes patterns. A past paints the wrong picture and futures get cloudy. The only question that remains is who will you choose when the dust settles—you? Or the girl of your dreams?

** This book is a Falling Series spin-off. It can be read as a standalone. **

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/28794967-in-your-dreams

Wild Reckless is a Goodreads Choice Finalist!

Well damn. Honestly, I never thought I would make it past the semis. This...this is definitely uncharted. This is not fake humility. It's honest. And I cannot express how your votes and support for Wild Reckless, both before and during the Choice Awards, have made me feel. This book is special to me - I've said it all along. I love the message of it, the feel of it, the rush and the ride. I love the characters, and I'm blessed that there are enough of you who feel the same. To think that this book represents some of your favorite this year is unreal to me, and perhaps it will sink in eventually. That said - this is it...the finals. Wild Reckless is in there for YA Fiction of the Year. I'd love your vote if you're so inclined. Thank you for the ride.

https://www.goodreads.com/choiceawards/best-young-adult-fiction-books-2015

Wild Reckless Nominated for YA Fiction of the Year!

Out of the gate, thank you from the absolute depths of my being for nominating Wild Reckless in this category. Owen Harper's story, told through Kensington's eyes, is my absolute favorite things I've ever written. It will probably always be held on my personal pedestal - because I believe in that book, and I love the way writing it made me feel. To log into Goodreads and see it nominated - I mean...seriously? I'm pinching myself.

Just seeing my book on a page with others like this, with those names, has pretty much made my year. I cannot thank you enough for giving it your love and attention. Voting is now open, and I'd sure love your support as Wild Reckless heads into this next round. Here's the link: https://www.goodreads.com/choiceawards/best-young-adult-fiction-books-2015

One final time - thank you. You've amped me up with sheer joy and pride. It feels amazing.

Thank you, Ponyboy

As I write this, I'm counting down the hours with a nervous tummy for the release of Wicked Restless - the second book in the Harper Boys novels. I'm nervous because I always am on release eve. Heck, I'm nervous until the book has been out for weeks, and I find something new to be nervous about. These books are little pieces of me, and I want them to find readers' hearts so very badly. I know I'm not alone in wanting that - it's something I share with many author friends of mine. We talk often about how we hope there are more lovers than haters, but in the end, we wouldn't have written it any differently.

And that's the case with Andrew Harper's story for me.

I wrote Wild Reckless, Owen's story, without any idea that there would be a second book. Owen's story has its own beginning, middle and end. But after it was released, and the threads of his story--the things that happened in his life to make him the way he was--began to touch readers, I realized those same threads were what made his younger brother Andrew so alive in the story. It only took one email from a reader asking for Andrew's story to clinch it for me. There were too many things that happened in Wild that had to leave a mark on Andrew, and then I started thinking about all of the things yet to come in his young life.

And then I tested him.

As I sent out the advance copies of Wicked to a few reviewers, one who I have come to know and value so very deeply sent me a note--"this story has that Outsiders feel," she said. I read that statement over and over. It hit me--right in the chest.

Yes. Yes!

There are books that I have read that are definitely influences in my writing style. I think I will always be chasing Sittenfeld and Fitzgerald. I like to dabble in tragedy and the bleak side of life. But I also like to find my way out. I like to see heroes and heroines overcome adversity.

And thanks to SE Hinton, I think I'm always chasing Ponyboy, too. If you haven't read The Outsiders, then one: how did you get through eighth grade without having to? And two: you should. Everyone really should. There's a reason it's on the academic must-read roster--it's important. Whereas a lot of my classmates when I was a young, awkward, 13-year-old rolled their eyes and despised having to write the essay on the greasers and the socs, I swam in it.

For me, The Outsiders wasn't a story about class. It wasn't about rebelling or sex or the angst of wanting a girl outside of your circle. Well, no...it was. But that wasn't what hit home, what resonated to the point that I cranked out six pages of essay in an hour-long class (note: that is a lot of scribbling for an eighth grader who probably also had half of her brain focused on the cute boy two rows over and one desk up). It was a story about family. I wrote about loyalty, disappointment, longing and what happens when young people have to step into the holes left behind when someone dies.

So how do these rambling thoughts come together? Well, as I mentioned--I get stupid sick to my stomach on release night because I want my baby to be loved. I close my eyes and throw pennies and blow lashes into the wind hoping. But for once, this, my ninth book, I feel just a little less nervous. Because of Ponyboy, and the fact that my story made someone think of him, just a little. I'm smiling as I type those words. I'm smiling because as much as I put Andrew Harper through in Wicked, I'm glad I did. I wouldn't change a thing. And that Outsiders feel--well damn, that one word review alone is good enough for me.

I hope you all enjoy.

Love Is Wicked...

It's technically midnight somewhere as I write this post...I just can't wait any longer. I've been dying to share the Wicked Restless cover with everyone. I hope you all love it as much as I do.



While Wicked stands on its own, I think the reading experience is richer if you've read Wild Reckless. Wicked releases Oct. 20th, but I'll be sharing excerpts and teasers like crazy over on my website and Facebook page. I'd love your visit at https://www.facebook.com/GingerScottAuthor.

For now, here's a little taste of more to come...

“Alright, Harper. Who’s the target tonight?” Trent leans over me, startling me out of my trance, grabbing my next beer and taking it for his own.

“Hey, dickhead,” I say. He holds up a hand and orders another one, sliding it to me. “I’m pretty sure it’s your turn this time.”

His face falls and his complexion turns green. Trent and I have this game we play with one another. It started as a drunken dare a few months ago, when he goaded me into taking a girl home from Majerle’s Pub. I’m not suave; I don’t have great pick-up lines. I usually wait for girls to hit on me. I wait for easy. When Trent dared me, I came up with my own set-up—I stole a girl’s wallet. I returned it to her later, pretending I’d found it. She was so grateful she spent the rest of the night sitting on my lap, her arms looped around my neck, her lips sucking on my skin, her hands soon finding their way in my pants.

That first girl taught me to never bring any of them to our apartment. I go to theirs now. It’s easier to leave then it is to kick someone out.

“Fine, I’ll go. But next time, I get to pick your girl,” I say, tipping my beer back to drink what’s left before leaving the bottle on the bar behind me and pointing at my friend.

“Dude, whatever. You know it’s your turn anyway,” he says.
“My choice next time,” I remind him as I walk backward. I know it’s his turn, and I also know he doesn’t really like taking the dare. Trent’s too nice, and he usually ends up dating the girl for weeks after. He doesn’t like to be an asshole. Or maybe he just doesn’t like people to say bad things about him. Maybe there’s no difference between the two.

I couldn’t give a shit what people say about me. Let ’em talk.
I make one pass through the crowded bar, letting my eyes roam over the dance floor and the tables that line the back wall on the way to the bathrooms. It’s a Friday night, so there are lots of girls here. It’s the middle of the semester, too, so they’re all ready to party—no finals to worry about. There’s one group that seems like an easy target, a blonde on the end who keeps trying to talk the others into dancing. I hover around the restrooms waiting for my shot, and when she finally drags the group of girls with her out to the dance floor, I walk back through the crowd, passing their table.

So easy.

Their wallets and purses are all piled in the center of the table except for a red bag looped over the back of a chair, the ID sticking out of the top. I drag my hand along the bottom of the table, and as I pass the red handbag I grab the small plastic card poking from it, tucking it into the sleeve around my palm. I glance up to make eye contact with Trent, and raise the corner of my mouth in a smirk.

“Dude, you are so slick at this. Seriously, if you flunk out of the engineering program you should just turn to a life of crime.”

I slide into my stool and look away from him. I know he was just saying words, but the joke doesn’t sit well with me. I have a chip on my shoulder. It’s my fucking chip, and I earned it. He also doesn’t know how many nights I walk that line with Harley, fixing bets that are illegal in the first place. Trent just thinks I like the workout boxing gives me.

“Well…let’s see it? Who’s the lucky lady?”

I pull my sleeve loose from around my wrist and let the card slide out, flipping it over while I drink what’s left of my beer, and that’s when karma slaps me like a bitch.

She’s older. Of course she’s older. She’s twenty-one, too. But she looks…older. She also looks the same. Nobody looks good in an ID photo. Emma Burke looks like a dream. Her brown hair is just as I remember it, long waves around her bright pink cheeks, lips that stretch into this sensuous smile. I don’t know if it’s sensuous to anyone else, but to me, it sure as fuck is.
It’s also cruel. I swear to god she’s mocking me in her picture, her eyes shining through and looking at me, calling me stupid, telling me what a chump I am for thinking I was some sort of hero or something.

She’s slapping me in the face for being good and decent to her.

Don’t worry, Emma. I won’t ever be good and decent to you again.

Those Harper Boys Are Wild

Just wanted to drop in with a quick post and update. Wicked Restless, Andrew Harper's story, has a cover reveal and release date! I'm so excited. You can add the book to your goodreads shelf now. I'll be sure to keep you updated along the way, here, too.

For now, here's the synopsis!

Andrew Harper grew up in a house marked by tragedy. His older brother Owen did his best to shelter him, but you can only be protected from life’s pain for so long. Eventually, you end up just feeling numb…and isolated.

Loneliness was the one constant in Andrew’s life. Until one girl, met by chance in a high school hallway, changed everything. Emma Burke was a mystery and all that was beautiful in this world, the only air Andrew ever wanted to breathe. She took the lonely away, and filled it with hope and color, and Andrew would do anything to keep her safe, happy and whole.

But sometimes, what feels good and right is what ends up hurting us the most. And when Andrew and Emma are faced with an impossible decision, Andrew is tested to see just how far he’s willing to go for the girl who owns his heart.

Cuts are deep.

Scars are left behind.

And revenge beckons.

When Andrew finally gets his chance, in college, five years after his first love broke him completely, he finds out old feelings don’t really disappear just because you say you hate someone. The more he tries to avenge all that he believes he lost, the more he uncovers the real story of what happened years before.

Love is wicked. But a restless heart is never satisfied beating on its own. Can Andrew and Emma make it right before it's too late, or will the ties that bind them now destroy their only chance at a future?

The Girl I Was Before - Book 3 in the Falling Series Live at Midnight!

Live at Midnight June 23rd!

The Girl I Was Before - Book 3 in the Falling Series

What a ride it's been! This series has been an absolute joy for me--I've loved connecting with so many readers over it, weaving together the lives of six people through three books and taking you all on an important coming-of-age journey. As of midnight on June 23rd, the final planned book goes live for your reading pleasure. I say planned because I'm not sure I could ever say goodbye to this group forever. These characters have dug into me, and I don't think letting go is possible at this point. When you read book 3, you'll see just how misty I get over the end of the series in my acknowledgements. As much as you love the Preeter boys, I promise you, I love them more. So, this book...it's the end for now. But who knows...I have a very active imagination, and Tyson Preeter is one obnoxiously persistent SOB - he might just convince me otherwise down the road. In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy. And please consider leaving a review if you do - it's the greatest gift you can give any author. I love you all to pieces!

XO and much Fussy Fuss!

~Ginger

Synopsis:

I’m the selfish one. I suppose that’s the nicest thing people say about me. I’ve heard the other things, too. “Paige Owens is a pretty girl with nothing else to offer. She’s just a good time at a party. She’s stupid, heartless, cold and useless. All she cares about is getting a guy to look at her. Why would anyone want to be her friend?”

Some of those things are true. Others were true. They’re all hurtful.

None of it matters.

I’m ready to make the hard choices. I’m ready to face the consequences. I’m ready to be the girl I was before, and I’m done being the one who lost her way.

I’m ready to become the girl Houston Orr sees when he looks at me.

Houston isn’t a star athlete. He doesn’t play in a band. He’s never going to be president, and his life is so far away from simple and easy it isn’t even funny.
He wasn’t part of my plan. But I’m starting to think plans are overrated, and maybe our stories are what we make them. And mine depends entirely on me, and the choices I make…starting now.

Houston is my fairytale. He’s perfectly imperfect. He’s poetry and life. He’s truth and heartbreak, all rolled up in a tall body with dark hair, broad shoulders and green eyes that lull me into submission. He’s nothing I ever thought I wanted, but the very thing I need. He’s the only guy I’ve ever really loved, and he thinks I’m a princess. I fell into him, and now I’m holding on.

But sometimes life takes away our ability to choose. Sometimes…things aren’t in your control. Sometimes, it hurts to be selfless. My only hope is that when it comes time to choose, I get it right.

Welcome to my once upon a time and wish for happily ever after.

Excerpt:

I like you. I don’t wanna like you. But I do.

I have been repeating her words in my own head since I heard them. I’ve been saying them like a mantra because of that part of me that doesn’t want her to like me either. Because if she likes me, then maybe how I feel is okay too, and maybe acting on it is okay, and then shit gets real. What does that even mean? Shit gets real? Shit gets hard—that’s what it means. Real hard. I have to make time for someone else; I have to take a leap of faith and risk that my world will fall apart again. That’s what that means.

“I like you too, Paige,” I whisper. “And fuck if I don’t want to. But I do.”

I take a few seconds to jog in place, stretching my neck from side to side like I’m about to step into a fight. Maybe I am. But fuck it, shit got real a long time ago. What do I have to lose now?

“I’m not looking, I swear,” I say, keeping my eyes at the floor as I barge into the bathroom. I cannot believe I’m doing this.

“Out!” she yells from behind the shower curtain. “Not even funny. Not even clever. Out, you fuck stick, out!”

Her anger makes me laugh, and fuck stick? Really?

“I have to brush my teeth. We’re pushing it close on time. I’ll be fast, and I’ll keep my face forward. I swear,” I say.

I’ve already brushed my teeth, but she doesn’t know that. I turn on the water and load up my brush. I hear the curtain slide behind me, and I know she’s looking at me. I don’t have to turn around or look into the reflection to know what her face looks like—her brow is furrowed and her lips are tight, and she’s making sure I’m keeping my promise. Don’t worry Paige; I won’t look. But I know you want me to.

I’m spitting into the sink and reaching for the towel by feeling, careful not to glance up, when I hear the water switch off and the curtain slide open. There’s no towel near her or the tub; I know it because I see them hanging on the rack several steps away. She’s cheating.

I notice her shape move into my periphery to my right, and I glance briefly to catch her hand reach for the towel. When I see her back is to me, I go ahead and look long enough to take a mental picture. Her hair is soaking wet and dripping a line down her perfectly sun-kissed skin, a trail of water I let my eyes follow down her shoulder blades, to the small of her back, to an ass that is so perfect I wish I were the kind of asshole who would reach out and smack it at a time like this. I just hold my breath and memorize it instead. I turn back to the sink, lay my towel down, and move to leave.

“You looked,” she says, and I pause with my hand on the doorknob, the curves of her body now ingrained in my memory. I smile.

“Yeah, I did,” I say, before stepping into the hallway and shutting the door behind me.

Add to your Goodreads shelf here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/24204235-the-girl-i-was-before

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The Girl I Was Before - Book 3 in The Falling series - Cover Reveal and Excerpt

Paige is almost here! And this is her cover! I'm so excited to share the cover for THE GIRL I WAS BEFORE. This story is book 3 in the Falling Series, and I cannot wait for you all to really get to know the girl behind the mouthy, rough and tough exterior. Don't worry--she's still mouthy, rough and tough...but she's a lot of other things, too.
Release day is June 23, and I'll be sharing pre-buy links very soon. In the meantime, here's the synopsis and a little excerpt!

Oh...and the cover ;-)



Synopsis:

I’m the selfish one. I suppose that’s the nicest thing people say about me. I’ve heard the other things, too. “Paige Owens is a pretty girl with nothing else to offer. She’s just a good time at a party. She’s stupid, heartless, cold and useless. All she cares about is getting a guy to look at her. Why would anyone want to be her friend?”

Some of those things are true. Others were true. They’re all hurtful.

None of it matters.

I’m ready to make the hard choices. I’m ready to face the consequences. I’m ready to be the girl I was before, and I’m done being the one who lost her way.

I’m ready to become the girl Houston Orr sees when he looks at me.

Houston isn’t a star athlete. He doesn’t play in a band. He’s never going to be president, and his life is so far away from simple and easy it isn’t even funny.
He wasn’t part of my plan. But I’m starting to think plans are overrated, and maybe our stories are what we make them. And mine depends entirely on me, and the choices I make…starting now.

Houston is my fairytale. He’s perfectly imperfect. He’s poetry and life. He’s truth and heartbreak, all rolled up in a tall body with dark hair, broad shoulders and green eyes that lull me into submission. He’s nothing I ever thought I wanted, but the very thing I need. He’s the only guy I’ve ever really loved, and he thinks I’m a princess. I fell into him, and now I’m holding on.

But sometimes life takes away our ability to choose. Sometimes…things aren’t in your control. Sometimes, it hurts to be selfless. My only hope is that when it comes time to choose, I get it right.

Welcome to my once upon a time and wish for happily ever after.

Excerpt:

I’m slow with my hand, and when she sees my fingers near her cheek, her breath hitches again.

“I like you, Paige,” I repeat, my voice a whisper, my lips close to her ear. I barely remember how to do this, how to do any of this, but every movement, every word with her right now feels so natural. “I don’t want to. You don’t want me to. But I do. And so do you. And we can keep fighting, and you can walk away from things, and you can yell at me when nothing makes sense and you don’t have anyone else to blame. I’m okay with that. I’ll be that guy. Even though part of me doesn’t want to. That part is fucking terrified. But the rest of me…”

I step back again, my hand fully on her cheek now, her weight resting on me, her eyes closed, lips still trembling.

“The rest of me just wants to kiss you,” I say, closing the inches quickly until my lips touch hers, surprise hers, claim hers and quell her fears all in one action. Her protest is short, and soon her hands find my shoulders and then my back and she pulls me into her. My hands are holding her face, and we both move until her back is against my door.

I reach with one hand, frantic to find the doorknob, desperate to open the damn door. Panicked that if I break this contact she’ll stop, that she’ll slap me, that she’ll go back to not wanting to…anything. When I get the door open, we both fall inside, but our lips never part, our grip remains tight on one another. Reaching with one hand, I close the door behind us gently, not wanting to make any sound that could possibly get us caught.

This cannot be interrupted. It’s still too new, too at risk for being the only time I get to feel this. Goddamn does she taste like the most expensive drink I’ve ever had. Scooping her into my arms, I pull her even closer to me, until my legs hit the bed. I don’t want her to think anything other than this kiss is enough. I’ve thought about more. Fuck, I think about more twenty-three of my twenty-four hours, dreaming when I’m sleeping, daydreaming when I’m awake. But this kiss—it’s enough right now.

Wild Reckless Is Live - Meet Owen Harper and be careful, he has this way of turning you

It's release eve/day, and this book that I openly admit is my favorite thing I've ever written is live (almost everywhere - 40 minutes to go here on the west coast). I wrote a little post over on my Facebook page, and it just felt fitting to share here. I'm my usual nervous nelly on release night, so without much fuss or fanfare (or should I say fussy fuss?)...some words about this book of mine, and why I want to see it fly so damn bad.

I will be up all night as Wild Reckless goes live in every time zone. This book is my seventh trip through book release-dom (<--- I made that word up). Seven times, and you think I wouldn't be a crazy neurotic mess. But here I am, laptop on a pillow, surrounded by other devices so I can multitask and freak out on several platforms all at once. Just like I do every. single. time. This time, though, it's almost harder. It's harder because...I know this one is my best. I know it. I know it. I know it. And I hate to be so bold, because I'm usually the type to stand by the punch bowl, waving politely, saying "no, no, I'm fine, really. You go dance with her, I've got this here punch and I'm good." But being passive, not letting myself be confident, just this once, would be a shame. If you haven't read one of my books, then in a nutshell, let me just say I tend to write very real stories. They're love stories, but they're full of all the shit and pain and trials we go through as humans. They're about being young, being stupid, and being cruel. But they're also about growth, friendship, family and finding yourself. And this one, this Wild Reckless book of mine, goes dark, and twisty and messy and beautiful, and I am fiercely proud of it. If there's a book of mine you were wanting to try first, my god please let this one be your way in. It goes live here in Arizona in about an hour, and you can get it for your Kindle or Kindle app at the link in this post (or on Barnes & Noble Nook, iBooks, Google Play, Kobo - soon in paperback on Amazon, too). I try not to overtly pimp myself too much because it's just not my style; I'm just not great at aggressive salesmanship. But as I said--no regrets putting this baby out. Leaving it all out on the field. <3 Ginger
Amazon buy link - click here.