I’m so excited today as I’m revealing the beautiful cover for one of my blogger friends debut novel! I’ve beta-read Tastes Like Winter and really enjoyed it so helping CeCe to show her lovely book off the world is a pleasure. And having read the book, I can say that cover is very symbolic of what is in the book and that is something I always appreciate it.Tastes Like Winter by CeCe Carroll
Published by self published on 16th Sept 2014
Genres: YA Contemporary
When home no longer feels like home - where can you go?
When your best friend won’t listen - who can you turn to?
When love makes you feel weak - how do you protect your heart?
With constant fighting at home, Emma decides working at High Street Books and practicing avoidance is the best method to save her from more heartache.
She doesn’t expect to meet Jake, the shop owner’s nephew,
who makes her stomach do crazy things.
But Jake is intent on pushing her away, and Emma must ask herself:
Is he scared? Or is he hiding something?
Tastes Like Winter is a story of love, family, and friendship and,
when everything is uncertain, trying to figure out where you fit in
And just to give you a sample of what the book is like, I have an extract for you to enjoy.
I sigh. “It’s so toasty warm in here and so cold and wet out there, I don’t want to get out.”
“I could drive you right up to your door, but I don’t think your mom would appreciate me parking in her pansies.”
“Probably not,” I agree.
He reaches into his pocket, shifting in his seat to pull his phone out of the denim. “Let me get your number before you leave.”
I don’t think a boy has ever asked me for my digits before, and having that boy be Jake makes me ecstatic.
I take a moment to calm myself before answering, and Jake must read that as a sign to retreat because he adds, “You know I should probably have it…for emergency purposes.”
I tell him the number, and he shoots me a text so I have his. I say good-bye, leave the warmth of his car, and start walking up the front walkway. Before I reach the door, my phone buzzes in my pocket, signaling another text.
Jake: I trust you made it to the door okay. I probably should have walked you so you wouldn’t have to suffer alone.
I tease him back.
Me: I made it, no worries, though I’m not sure this counts as an emergency.
Jake: Felt like one to me. Well, have a great night. Don’t miss me too much
Best of luck to CeCe with her novel. I’m sure blood, sweat and tears have gone into getting it this far and I can’t wait to buy my copy in September 🙂