Dante’s Girl by Courtney Cole
I have spent every summer since I was ten years old with my father in London. Every summer, since I was ten years old, has been uneventful and boring.
Until this year.
And this year, after a freak volcanic eruption strands me far from home, I have learned these things:
1. I can make do with one outfit for three days before I buy new clothes.
2. If I hear the phrase, “You’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto,” even one more time, I might become a homicidal maniac.
3. I am horribly and embarrassingly allergic to jellyfish.
4. I am in love with Dante Giliberti, who just happens to be the beautiful, sophisticated son of the Prime Minister of a Mediterranean paradise.
5. See number four above. Because it brings with it a whole slew of problems and I’ve learned something from every one of them.
Let’s start with the fact that Dante’s world is five light-years away from mine. He goes to black-tie functions and knows the Prime Minister of England on a first name basis. I was born and raised on a farm in Kansas and wear cut-off jeans paired with cowboy boots. See the difference?
But hearts don’t care about differences. Hearts want what they want. And mine just wants to be Dante’s girl.
My heart just might be crazy.
Release: June 22nd by Lakehouse Press
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1ST CHAPTER EXCERPT:
“Don’t worry,” Dante says quietly, unpeeling one of my hands and grasping it within his own. “It will be fine.”
The feel of his hand distracts me. Strong and warm, it cups my own carefully, like he is holding something very fragile. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling. I only have a couple of minutes to soak it in, however.
As the plane moves down the runway in preparation for take-off, something happens. Something isn’t right.
Our plane rocks a little, then quivers, like it is being moved by a strong gust of wind. I feel it a brief moment before Dante tightens his grip on my hand, a split second before light explodes from outside of my eyelids. I open them to discover fire tearing down the runway past my window. Before I can react or even scream, all hell breaks loose.
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This is the moment that had me hooked. Going by the summary, I wasn’t expecting any sort of thrill so early on. Sure, it’s hinted at, but nothing like this!
Stay tuned for my review in the coming weeks.
About the Author
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Courtney Cole is a novelist who would eat mythology for breakfast if she could.
She has a degree in Business, but has since discovered that corporate America is not nearly as fun to live in as fictional worlds.
Every Last Kiss is her debut novel and she followed it with the rest of The Bloodstone Saga (Every Last Kiss, Fated, With My Last Breath and My Tattered Bonds).
Courtney lives in quiet suburbia, close to Lake Michigan, with her real-life Prince Charming, her ornery kids (there is a small chance that they get their orneriness from their mother) and a small domestic zoo.
Learn more about Courtney and her books at www.courtneycolewrites.com
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I’ve seen this one around a lot recently, it sounds great! And what a gripping first chapter! I’ll have to check it out, thanks :).
It may even be on NetGalley…
I’m a bit flabbergasted by this. I mean, huh? What? Wh…? If you are a blogger that charges for reviews, how can a reader be sure to trust what they are reading? If I was a published author, I wouldn’t want my book reviewed by someone who I paid because then how could I trust that? So they’re not really charging for reviews, perhaps…but for publicity.
Apparently, someone at one of the panels at the Book Blogger Con spoke up about charging for what they do. I wasn’t in that panel, but when I heard I had the same reaction as above. I was just flabbergasted.
I think there are pros and cons both ways, for both sides. At least those that are charging for reviews are standing up for their decision and not trying to hide it.