Anniversary Celebrations: Author Visit and Give-Away: Anyta Sunday


I'm fangirling hard today (Lorix) because one of my favourite ever authors is in the clubhouse. Our July AOTM, Anyta Sunday, has stopped by. And with her she brings exciting things...I squeed when I read it! I'm just going to sit in the corner and fangirl away quietly while Anyta takes over...

Dear Boy Meets Boy Reviews,

You ROCK!

Congrats on a successful year, and all the best for the years to come. Thank you for inviting me back to share in the celebrations.

I have five free electronic copies of rock to give away to readers of this lovely blog. Additionally, I penned a little scene from Jace’s point-of-view. His side of the story is begging to be unleashed . . . below is a snippet.

Hugs,
Tulip Sparkle Head
(Anyta Sunday)

You rock too!!! *wiggles excitedly for the next bit*

Jace


Thick green moss clings to a gnarled tree. I lean against the trunk and slide until my ass hits its roots and silver ferns swipe over my knees. Cool and damp, and hidden from the rest of my family.
I fumble between the grooves of tree roots, fingers skating over bark and dirt. A stone. Need a stone.
Need a reason to stop hiding.
A reason to man-up and apologize.
Shit.
I knock my head back against the trunk. Dickweed was apt.
A gray pebble peeks out under my shoe. I kick it closer and whip it into the stream as if it the splash will erase the memory of Cooper frowning and spinning away.
Rocks aren’t stupid. I didn’t mean it. Just that . . .
I toss another pebble.
Didn’t help.
“Shit.” The word fogs the air and stretches toward the moss-carpeted soil, toward the babbling creek, toward Annie and Cooper searching the brush for dry kindle.
Distant laughter curls through sparse wood: Mum and Dad. I imagine them at the bonfire pit, Dad on his knees cursing as he tries to light a fire.
My fingers comb over a hard stone. I lift it. The brown is deep, surface rough, but spherical is interesting, right?
I close my hand around it as footsteps approach my side. Annie emerges from behind a sprawling branch, cradling an armful of kindling. Her loose hair snags on one of the twigs.
She spots me and startles, almost dropping her load. “Jace!”
“Annie.”
Her surprise clouds into a glare.
“Yeah-yeah,” I say. “I’ll apologize.” I open my hand and show her the rock. “See? Not stupid.”
“Why’d you say it then?” Annie asks.
Because those damn rocks are haunting my sleep. Gray, brown, blue . . . green. Green flecked with hazel, one slightly brighter than the other . . . “’Cause I’m a dickweed.”
Annie peers at the stone, draws nearer, and inspects it. The edges of her lips twitch—am I forgiven? “Tell him it’s from the bottom of your heart.”
The soft crumple and pop of moss, and Cooper rounds Annie, hugging even more twigs. His gaze narrows on me—a scowl mirrored with a tight shot of something curling in my stomach. Twig ends poke his chin as he speaks. “From the bottom of his heart?”
Annie laughs and pushes between us. Foliage sways as she cuts a path toward the camping ground.
Cooper watches me. Dusk tunnels through the canopy of leaves above us; pockets of warmth highlight the copper strands in his blond hair and the side of his firmly set lips.
My throat is tight, and I choke on a cough.
Flailing for words, I hold out my hand toward him and the stone rolls on my palm.
He glances toward it, then back at me.
“Sorry, Coop.”
He opens his mouth to say something and closes it again. His gaze darts once more to the stone. A grin lights his face and suddenly all those pockets of burnt amber light are pooling in my stomach.
A relieved breath lightens me.
The moss around us catches and softens his snort. “I accept your apology,” he says, and with a pointed look at the stone, “but you can keep the turd.”
“Turd?” I frown. Roll the brown stone—“Shit!” I fling it into a silver fern.
Cooper backs away, hooting. “Exactly.”
I scramble to my feet, wiping my palm against the mossy trunk. “Think that’s funny? Wait till I get my hands on you, see you laugh then!”
I lunge at him and Cooper snickers again, stumbling backwards, dropping his twigs.
He dodges my outstretched hands and hesitates, glancing from my hands to the twigs between us.
With a grin, I leap. Cooper falls back into a bed of moss and rolls with the downward slope toward the creek. I pounce again and he shrieks, his chest contorting with hiccupping chuckles.
My foot catches on a protruding root and this time my hands plummeting toward him is no joke. Angling my fall, palms skid either side of his head but my chest thumps against his.
Bouts wrack through his body and echo in mine, urging me to laugh harder, harder, harder. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“Did . . . both those,” he says in snatches against my neck.
Our bodies shift as I lift my weight. I pause, looking at Cooper with his eyes squished shut, cheeks flushed, lips curled.
He opens his eyes and blinks. He cocks his head, laughter subsiding, and my heart bangs against my chest as his gaze roots deeply—
I scramble away. Away from what started this whole thing.

Away from his green eyes flecked with hazel, one slightly brighter than the other . . .

Wow, wow, wow...Thank you so much Anyta Sunday!



Igneous.

When Cooper’s parents divorce, he finds himself landed in Week About—one week with his mum and one week with his dad.
Only, it’s not just his dad he has to live with. There’s Lila, too: The other woman, the one who stole the rock-solid foundation of his life. 
And then ...
There’s Jace. Lila’s son. Lila’s smug, regurgitated-fish-scale-blue eyed son. 
All Cooper wants is to have his family back the way it once was, but there’s something about this boy that promises things will never be the same again. 

Sedimentary.
Resisting the realities of his new life, Cooper and Jace get off to a rocky start. But rocky start or not, after hundreds of shared memories together, they forge something new. A close ... friendship.
Because friendship is all they can have. Although it’s not like they arereal brothers...

Metamorphic.
But how does that friendship evolve under the pressures of life?


As Anyta mentioned, she is offering up some copies of Rock (IMO, one of the very best books out this year). In Rock, Cooper collects rocks, they are a very important part of his life. So, what we're asking you today is, what hobbies do you have? Five - yes FIVE - winners will be chosen at random one week from today. The competition closes at midday GMT on Saturday December 6th. 

To enter please leave a comment on this blog post telling us about your hobbies and let us know your name and a means of contacting you (e.g., email, Twitter handle, link to Goodreads account, etc.) 


A winner will be contacted no later than December 10th, whom we will have selected using a highly scientific "names in a hat" method (or, you know, an internet randomiser).


Good luck!!

To find out more about Anyta Sunday, visit her Goodreads page.

19 comments:

  1. Bookmarks! I collect bookmarks.
    l.lesar@sky.com

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    1. Yes! I'm so happy to see there's someone else who collects bookmarks.

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  2. I have to say my hobby has to be reading and of course surfing the net looking for books!!!

    ShirleyAnn(at)speakman40(dot)freeserve(dot)co(dot)uk

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  3. I guess I collect e-books. :-) Thank you for that wonderful bit from Jace's POV. I loved Rock! But, I borrowed it so would be thrilled to win my own copy.

    jen.f {at} mac {dot} com

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  4. I like to draw and paint (besides reading) whenever I have time. Thanks for the giveaway, too!
    serena91291@gmail.com

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  5. Tulip Sparkle Head, Thank you for the scene from Jace's POV! I collect spoons and rocks from anywhere I go! I love bookmarks but not sure why as I read everything on my kindle! I am so glad that I found this sight, love the post!
    juliesmall2016(at)gmail(dot)com

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  6. I collect books, but my hobby is music and movies as well. Thanks for the great giveaway!
    jczlapin(at)gmail(dot)com

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  7. I was collecting Golden Age & Edwardian detective paperback novels, e.g. Christie, Stout, Queen etc, but I started running out of room. I still have a ton of them that I haven't read yet, due to buying a Kindle and collecting a lot of ebooks now.
    strive4bst(AT) yahoo(Dot) com

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  8. I love eating, trying out new food, hanging out with my friends, watching TV, and reading m/m YA books!! Rock sounds intriguing and has gotten amazing reviews. I would love to read it if I win a copy!

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  9. Lately besides reading, I love to bake and make pot holders. Though when I was younger I kept rocks- I am not sure collected would be right term since I did not care to know what they were just loved to have different colors and shapes.
    Thanks for the chance to win!
    aegger.echo(at)yahoo(dot)com

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  10. Heard such great things about this book! I can't wait to read it. =)

    My main hobby is reading. But that's pretty much a given lol. Also love TV. Is that a Hobby? Twittering with friends is a big one now.

    @calila1988 on twitter.

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  11. Wow--such awesome hobbies and collections. I loved reading these comments!
    Cheers guys,
    Anyta

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  12. Hmmm...well I love to read obviously. I also am addicted to professional sports...can't get enough.

    Rock is one of my fave books of all time. Would make my day if I could win a physical copy of it. Thanks for the opportunity!

    Verviers23(at) gmail(dot) com

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  13. I've been reading a lot lately, but I also love digital scrapbooking, but with my son in college there's not a lot of activity to record. I'm working on a gift book for my in-laws from their trip to Arizona--awesome pics.

    Loved rock, would love to own a copy. Any Anyta book is an auto read for me!

    dmdkindle at gmail dot com

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  14. Ah! Do want +D

    Well, being a graduate student, I don't have too much spare time. I do always make time for reading, so of course that's an important hobby. I also enjoy a good TV show or three or four.

    As for collections, I actually collect spoons from different locations. For example I have one from England, one from China, so on. And then a bunch from different states and birthstone ones. They got handed down to me by someone and I've just been slowly growing the collection.

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    1. Shoot. Forgot my email.
      Samantha.lamb@ymail.com

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  15. I collect books, but that's pretty incidental to my love of reading and obsessive tendencies. LOL. Purposefully, I collect trading cards. They're just so pretty... and they take up less space than some kinds of collections. :)

    ashley.vanburen[at]gmail[dot]com

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  16. I've heard amazing things about Rock - so want to read it! My hobby would be reading :)
    lgrant1@san.rr.com

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  17. So this is what the randomiser did...There were 15 items in your list. Here they are in random order:

    D Miller
    Julie Small
    JBST
    Jen
    Robyn Almquist


    Congratulations to our five winners. :) We'll be in touch.

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