COVER REVEAL + EXCERPT: Tastes Like Winter by CeCe Carroll
I am extremely excited to be a part of this cover reveal! I've known for a while now that CeCe has great taste in the books she reads. And for the most part we've had similar reactions to the same books. So when I saw her mention that her own book was officially up on Goodreads, I was thrilled because I had a feeling that it's going to be one that I'll love and judging by the excerpt that's included below I have no doubts about that fact. The summary had already had me intrigued and the excerpt put me over the top. I can't wait until September. This is one that you all should definitely be adding to your TBR lists!
Tastes Like Winter by CeCe Carroll Expected Publication: September 16th 2014 Genre: 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.
pick. Traditional snowball fight? Or sledding? I have a sled in the trunk and
that hill”—he points to the far edge of the park—“looks like it would work.”
I choose the snowball fight, I might end up with a face full of snow, quite the
risk, but flinging packed balls back at him sounds like fun and might end in
snow wrestling, which would be more than worth the chill. However, if I pick
sledding, there will be a lot of tiresome hiking up and down the hill, but also
a good chance I can ask him to go down with me, allowing me to feel his body
pressed up against my back.
look at him devilishly. “Prepare for battle!”
I dart away from him before he has the chance to process my answer. I decide to
play tactically, using the jungle gym as a barrier. I throw myself behind the
cover of the slide and begin packing together snowballs as quickly as I can. He
runs after me and copies my strategy by positioning himself behind the
thought I had time and the element of surprise on my side, but he is fast, and
before I know it, he is flinging balls my way. The first one smacks the slide
beside my head and explodes into icy dust. Crap! He has good aim. I wasn’t
counting on that.
gunning for blood, aren’t you, Addler?” I taunt, throwing one back at him.
While it doesn’t come quite as close as his, it’s not a bad first attempt.
continue tossing snow back and forth from a safe distance, trash-talking and
egging each other on. I land a solid hit on the side of his face that leaves
him stunned, and seeing a window of opportunity, I charge at him. I don’t have
another ball prepared, so instead I throw my whole body at his, knocking him
away from the merry-go-round and down into the snow. I childishly and triumphantly
bury his face, shoving heaps of powder down into his jacket as I go. Once he
has sufficiently paid for his smack talk, I sit up, my knees on either side of
him, straddling his body. The position is intimate, and despite the fact that
his face is still covered and he must be freezing, I feel a stiffening in his
gasp at the contact. My momentary distraction gives him time to recover, and he
twists, pulling his body over mine and throwing me to the ground. He hovers
over me, locking my wrists above my head and pinning my body down, sinking us
deeper into the snow. I cower, afraid of his retaliation and waiting for my own
onslaught, but he doesn’t move to enact his revenge. Instead he pants heavily
over me, trying to catch his breath. His cheeks are spotted with redness, and
his hair sticks up from the dampness of the snow.
little hellcat, you. You are so lucky you’re a girl, or I’d totally be
annihilating you right now.”
squirm under him, trying to free myself before he changes his mind and stops
taking pity on me. The movement presses my hips up against him, making contact
again with his physical excitement. It doesn’t go unnoticed, this time.
Are you trying to kill me?”
rolls off and kneels beside me in the snow. His breath continues as a series of
sharp inhales before finally slowing and returning to a normal pace. I don’t
even try to get up, but rather I continue laying there, the warmth in my lower
belly enough to shield me from any cold. I imagine pulling him down, kissing
him hard on the mouth, and having ourselves another roll around in the snow,
but I already decided I wouldn’t throw myself at him and risk getting shot down
again. I’d rather wait for him to make the first move. So that’s what I do,
quiet on the outside, but with my mind screaming at him. Kiss me, Jake! Kiss
Jake does not appear to be telepathic.
giving himself enough time to recover, he lays back on the ground, close but
purposefully not touching. “You know what would be good right now?”
Your tongue in my mouth? I silently reply.
chocolate covered in whipped cream and piled high with mini marshmallows.”
answer, Jake. Wrong answer. While hot chocolate is not the first-choice liquid
I’d like to be savoring right now—that honor would go to more salivary
fluids—it is one of my favorite winter staples, and I happen to have all the
fixin’s at home.
sigh louder than I want, releasing some of the sexual frustration with my
outward exhale. “Okay, Jake. I wouldn’t mind some hot chocolate. Let’s go to my
About the author:
writing as an escape from her days as a corporate slave laborer. She grew up
splitting her time between the beautiful beaches of New Jersey and the bustling
city of New York. Currently, she lives in Massachusetts with her super handsome
and talented husband and two adorable, but often-sassy cats. CeCe gets excited
easily, mostly about travelling, food, and of course, her first love: books.