🌟BOOK BLITZ:🌟 A Bite at the Cherry by Rita Stradling {EXCERPT + GIVEAWAY!}

A Bite at the Cherry by Rita Stradling

Release Date: June 11th 2019

Series: Blackburn Academy

Pages: 316

Genres: Fantasy, New Adult

Three things about Justin Roberts:
1. He’s a bully.
2. Our relationship is toxic.
3. He’s the only one who knows my secret.

A year ago, I woke in the morgue with a note in my hand telling me that I’m a vampire. I need blood or I’ll start killing people. Lucky for me, Justin has been sneaking into my bedroom and feeding me blood for a year, and the only price I have to pay for it is putting up with his cruel snipes and my unwanted feelings for him.

I just can’t figure out why he keeps coming back.

But all that changes when I’m offered a full-ride scholarship to Justin’s mysterious school, the elite Blackburn Academy, where I might finally learn about vampires. About myself. All I have to do is pass the grueling entrance trials, and the scholarship will be mine. Problem is, Justin doesn’t want me anywhere near his elite school and rich friends. He’s vowed to sabotage me.

Justin may have been feeding me blood for a year, but he doesn’t know who he’s up against.

But, Blackburn Academy is more than it seems. I’ll be facing more than what Justin Roberts alone can dish out.

Will competing in the trials be the new beginning I’m hoping for, or will it end my undead existence?

This is a full length 80,000 word novel. Recommended for 16+.

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{EXCERPT}

I leaned in toward the jerk, giving him what I liked to call my you better get the hell away from my front yard look. If it scared away looting meth heads, it sure as hell should scare away a rich pretty boy. “It’s not an act. I told you, straight out, what we have going, it’s toxic. You are toxic, and I don’t want toxicity in my life.”

Justin lifted a dark brow. “Maybe you should have thought of that before you moved here.”

“Like you own it — like you can decide who lives within the upper 800s block.” Rolling my eyes, I guffawed, picked up a strand of my sopping wet blond hair, and smacked him across the nose with it. It was his fault for leaning in so close. When he stubbornly stayed, his expression only darkening with annoyance, I said, “You’re not going to intimidate me into leaving, Justin. Don’t let the van door hit you on the way out.”

Yet again, he didn’t leave. Instead, he leaned between me and the steering wheel, invading my senses with the scent of his expensive-smelling cologne. My desperate and pathetic butterflies again took flight. If only there were such a thing as an internal butterfly exterminator.

Lowering his voice, he continued, “Please, stop being stubborn for one damn minute. This isn’t a good fit for you.”

I tapped my chin. “Really? And what do you think is a good fit for me? A condemned house?”

He glowered at me. “You are the most frustrating person I have ever met. This conversation isn’t over, but, any minute now, someone is going to come up looking for me, and I’m pretty sure neither of us wants that.”

That last part stung, right deep in my chest. It was probably because of what happened with Char so recently, but having Justin say that he’d be ashamed to be seen talking with me felt a whole lot like another beer poured over my head. Raising my hand, I wiggled my fingers. “Bye, Justin. And, don’t worry about me — don’t even think about me, ever. I’m just going to keep myself to myself. I won’t endanger you or your social life, okay? You won’t even notice I’m here.”

“We need to talk.” He straightened from the van, finally giving me a little breathing room. “I’m going to find you as soon as possible.”

Great.

Knowing that I had this one shot at getting the last word in, I called over, “And I’ll be busy searching for places to hide.”

“Good luck. I know every inch of this property.”

“What?” I demanded, but Justin only shot me an unamused look and then strolled toward the terrace, seeming in no rush to leave.

“What? This isn’t your house — you don’t live here!”

“Yeah, January. It is, and I do. My name is Justin Roberts,” he called back. He glanced at me and then disappeared past the house.

Holy. Freaking. Shit.

That didn’t just happen. That could not have just happened. The universe would not be this cruel.

AUTHOR BIO:

Rita Stradling is a USA Today Bestselling Author with an all consuming addiction to popcorn. The struggle is real, and it's also crunchy, buttery and often salty.

She also writes YA, NA and Adult romances about flawed people who find their perfect together (often these people are dragon-shifters, werewolves or have magical powers).

Rita believes in soulmates, happy endings and that love can overcome any obstacle.

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