Happy Sunday, and welcome to the Excerpt Blitz for Molly E. Lee’s newest upcoming book: Ask Me Anything. I just HAD to help out with promoting this book, because I cannot wait for this book to come out. Coding? Sex advice? Viral websites? Fabulous cover? Yes, yes please!
So for today’s post I got an excerpt to the book, you can read all about the book/author, and oh yes, the author also has a totally epic giveaway for you all. See it here.
So let’s get this blitz started~
About the author:
I should’ve kept my mouth shut.
But Wilmont Academy’s been living in the Dark Ages when it comes to sex ed, and someone had to take matters into her own hands. Well, I’m a kick-ass coder, so I created a totally anonymous, totally untraceable blog where teens can come to get real, honest, nothing-is-off-limits sex advice.
And holy hell, the site went viral—and we’re talking way beyond Wilmont—overnight. Who knew this town was so hard up?
Except now the school administration is trying to shut me down, and they’ve forced Dean—my coding crush, aka the hottest guy in school—to try to uncover who I am. If he discovers my secret, I’ll lose him forever. And thousands of teens who need real advice won’t have anyone to turn to.
Ask me anything…except how to make things right.
Find her here:
Excerpt! Since I feature a Page 69 post on my blog on Fridays, I thought it would be fun to request an excerpt centered around that page. So here it is!
Molly E. Lee is an author best known for her debut novel EDGE OF CHAOS, and as a mentor at Pitch Wars – a program which connects promising writers to established authors in the community. Molly writes New Adult and Young Adult contemporary featuring strong female heroines who are unafraid to challenge their male counterparts, yet still vulnerable enough to have love sneak up on them. In addition to being a military spouse and mother of two + one stubborn English Bulldog, Molly loves watching storms from her back porch at her Midwest home, and digging for treasures in antique stores.
NightLocker: Crash before 2am?
PixieBurn: Does it look like it?
NightLocker: Didn’t mean it like that
NightLocker: I didn’t stop coding until 4
NightLocker: Have to be to beat you
PixieBurn: Flattery won’t help you win
I frantically typed our standard code word for killing an illegal chat—DC, aka don’t chat, don’t code—when a teacher was too close to walking by one of our screens.
Amber quickly clicked off-screen, allowing the Spanish assignment to fill the space. Mrs. Francesca wasn’t the strictest teacher at Wilmont, but she’d be pissed if we were caught.
After she’d taken an unexpected walk around our quiet classroom, I flashed Amber a smile. She was six rows away from me, and we’d adapted this way of chatting a couple years ago when we’d gotten bored during Computer Science class. It was a good, solid class. It simply was teaching us things we’d known for years—it wasn’t until we’d accelerated to the more exclusive coding courses that we were actually challenged. The one saving grace of this school were those higher-level computer classes. And though Amber and I had always been in competition with each other, we’d come up with the code word to let each other know when push came to shove, we hackers had each other’s backs.
Or, at least, Amber and I did.
The word had saved me plenty of times—even when I hadn’t been actively chatting with her. A few times she’d thrown it in a chat box on my screen when I’d been coding or locked into another hack.
Amber yawned as she tried to return my gesture.
I chuckled under my breath, giving her a too-knowing look.
She’d been up as late as I was last night. Working on our challenge. Not that she looked like she was tired, like she’d implied, but I could see it in her eyes. The heavy way they gazed at the assignment on the screen—seeing it but not computing. The same way I was, because I’d stayed up entirely too late and gotten up way too damn early.
A tremor of nerves rolled through me. I didn’t have a clue what she was preparing, but I was sure it’d be incredible. The girl knew her shit. Born with a gift. And I’d have to up my game in order to fully beat her.
Once Mrs. Francesca returned to her position behind her desk, I opened another chat box, completely unable to resist.
NightLocker: Will I see you tomorrow?
PixieBurn: Why wouldn’t you?
NightLocker: Didn’t know if you were going to come again
PixieBurn: Wouldn’t leave you to host an empty room
NightLocker: Ha. Ha.
PixieBurn: Think you can beat me in a round of CTF?
NightLocker: Name the time
PixieBurn: Code Club. Tomorrow
NightLocker: God, we have to come up with a better name
She snorted quietly and shook her head.
PixieBurn: You do. I’m just a dutiful member
NightLocker: Not fair
NightLocker: I thought we were in this together?
PixieBurn: I thought we were always competing to see who would wind up on top?
The last line made a deep ache wrench in my stomach. Flashes of her on top of me, smiling with those perfect lips, her short hair falling gently across her forehead as I held her.
Barely able to escape the involuntary fantasy, I was typing a response before I could get the feel of her phantom- self out of my head.
NightLocker: I think it would be fun with either of us on top
The sentence repeated in my mind the second I hit enter, and I jolted. Fuck, that sounded so wrong.
Or completely right.
I hushed my inner voice and risked a glance at her.
She stared at the screen, her once-tired eyes wide and alert, a beautiful rosy color flooding her cheeks.
NightLocker: Calm down, Pixie
NightLocker: You’re blushing
PixieBurn: It’s hot in here
PixieBurn: Don’t flatter yourself
NightLocker: I rarely do. You’re the one clearly dreaming of me in all sorts of naughty ways
NightLocker: Cause you know I didn’t mean it like that.
I tried to make light of my blunder, but I was equally surprised that was where her mind went first.
Did that mean she was thinking about me, too?
Why did that make my heart race?
A sweet smirk shaped her lips as she reached for the keyboard.
Well, as long as we were playing…
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