Today is the cover reveal for Where You’ll Find Me. I’ll share the cover with you first and then the blurb and excerpt follows.
Just an oka cover for me. I do like this trend of back and white covers, although it seems to get overused a bit. And the female and male face close up doesn’t really tell us anything about the story, except that’s it’s a romance. Luckily the blurb sounds better then the cover.
Where You’ll Find Me
by Erin Fletcher
When Hanley Helton discovers a boy living in her garage, she knows she should kick him out. But Nate is too charming to be dangerous. He just needs a place to get away, which Hanley understands. Her own escape methods—vodka, black hair dye, and pretending the past didn’t happen—are more traditional, but who is she to judge?
Nate doesn’t tell her why he’s in her garage, and she doesn’t tell him what she’s running from. Soon, Hanley¹s trading her late-night escapades for all-night conversations and stolen kisses. But when Nate¹s recognized as the missing teen from the news, Hanley isn’t sure which is worse: that she’s harboring a fugitive, or that she’s in love with one.
I like the sound of the blurb, I mean really a boy living in the main characters garage, that’s original. Although it does seem weird she doesn’t trow him out and I am curious to learn why. And the blurb contains enough hints that there is more story and background to both characters and that make me want to know it all.
You can add Where You’ll Find Me to your to-read list on Goodreads
Nate looks me over, from my jacket to my favorite pair of jeans, to the shoes that are bonfire-worthy but still cute. My hair, with the help of a straightener, is so silky that my dark bangs fall into my eyes even more than usual. My eye makeup is amped up. Whether all of this is because of the bonfire or because of who I hoped I’d run into before leaving is open for debate. He reaches up and brushes my bangs away from my face. The split-second touch makes me crave more. “You look gorgeous.”
“Where are you headed?”
Though staying here in the garage might be a better option, I say, “A bonfire.”
Nate studies me again, but this time it feels like he’s looking for something deeper. “Don’t you ever get tired of sneaking out?”
“Not really,” I say with a shrug.
He tugs on the zipper of my fleece, lowering it slightly and pulling me closer. “What are you running from, Hanley?”
It feels like my secrets are written all over my face, but I say, “Nothing.”
When he smiles, it’s almost sad. “I don’t buy it.”
I lean in, putting both hands on the car behind him, one on either side, trapping him. “You tell me why you’re living in my garage and I’ll tell you what I’m running from.”
He gives a sly smile and doesn’t budge. “Secrets it is.”
“Secrets it is,” I echo. And even though the small space between us is electric and threatening to disappear, I push off the car and step away. “I’ll see you later,” I say as I open the door.
“Hanley,” he says before I can get too far. “Be careful out there, okay?”
I don’t make any promises.
Erin Fletcher is a morning person who does most of her writing before sunrise while drinking excessive quantities of coffee, believes flip-flops qualify as year-round footwear, and would spend every day at the beach if she could. She has a bachelor’s degree in mathematics (which is almost never useful when writing books) and lives in North Carolina.