Goedemorgen iedereen (good morning everyone),
A mysterious welcome to the Blog Tour for To Right The Wrongs (book 2 in the Erin Blake series), the newest book by Sheryl Scarborough! I just couldn’t resist signing up when I saw the cover and read the blurb. This is one book (well, series) that I need to add to my list.
For today’s post I got the usual suspects, a mysterious/cute excerpt with an ending I didn’t see coming, and a giveaway (open INT).
So time to get to meddling!
Barely three weeks after catching the killer of Erin’s mother and their biology teacher, Erin and her crew are back, up to their elbows in forensics projects. But this time it’s with the full approval of their parents.
With Uncle Victor at the helm, Erin and her best friends, Spam and Lysa, are prepping a new classroom for CSI summer camp, where they will serve as camp counselors. Meanwhile, Erin’s super-hot new boyfriend, Journey, is graduating, just in time for him to take a position as Victor’s intern in the new CSI lab on campus. Journey and Victor are going to take another look at the evidence in the murder trial that sent Journey’s father to prison. The girls are under strict orders not to meddle with the murder case, but that’s easier said than done…
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SHERYL SCARBOROUGH is an award-winning writer for children’s television. She holds an MFA in Writing for Children and Young Adults from Vermont College of Fine Arts, lives in Washington state, and has always had an obsession with forensics. When she was twelve, her home was the target of a Peeping Tom. Sheryl diligently photographed his footprints and collected the candy wrappers he left behind. Unfortunately, he was never caught. But the desire to use evidence to solve a great mystery was sparked inside Scarborough all the same. To Catch a Killer is her debut.
As he pulls into the parking lot my gaze drifts to the spot where Principal Roberts used to stand and survey everyone’s arrival.
It’s weird. Same spot, new principal.
This one’s tall, probably over six feet, with a back as straight as an ironing board and feet planted in a wide stance. The way her arms are crossed over her chest is more defiant than defensive. Her dark hair is wrenched back so straight that it looks painted on, the tight twist at the nape of her neck an afterthought. A dark band of sharply designed wraparound sunglasses cover her eyes. Her regal, what’s-that-smell expression is the same look she gave the TV reporter when she was asked if she was proud to have a group of student crime fighters in her midst.
Miss Blankenship, our new principal, made her feelings very clear. She is impressed by high test scores. That’s it.
“Can you snag a ride home with Spam or Lysa today?” Journey asks. “I have to leave early to drop my suit off at the cleaners for graduation.”
“Yeah. No problem.”
Am I imagining it or are her eyes following us as we drive by? I must be imagining it, since I can’t actually see her eyes through her sunglasses. Anyway, I get it. Journey’s van is a huge eyesore that groans and squeals. I guess anyone seeing it for the first time would be inclined to stare. I rub the well-worn door panel lovingly. We almost died in this wreck.
“Don’t forget, you promised to teach me how to drive a stick this summer,” I say.
Journey pulls into a parking space, pops his seatbelt, and wraps a long arm around my neck. He strokes my jaw with his thumb and gives me a sultry look through thick eyelashes. “Which stick are we talking about?”
I playfully bat his hand away.
But he leans in for the longer kiss that I was waiting for. At the first sign that he’s pulling back, I gently grab his lip with my teeth to draw out the kiss. Then he does it back to me and we both try to keep from giggling. The warning bell rings as we’re finishing up. We pull apart breathlessly and I catch something moving out of the corner of my eye. Holy cra— The new principal is standing right in front of the van, staring at us through the window.
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