Blog Tour ~ Rules We’re Meant to Break by Natalie Williamson ~ Excerpt + Giveaway

Blog Tour ~ Rules We’re Meant to Break by Natalie Williamson ~ Excerpt + Giveaway

Morning/Afternoon all,

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A very happy welcome to the Blog Tour for Rules We’re Meant to Break by Natalie Williamson! I am so excited to be part of the tour and that I can share an excerpt with you all.

So, I got an excerpt for you all, but also information on the book/author + you can join a giveaway (sorry US/CAN).

Let’s get this tour started. presses a big red button

Rules We’re Meant to Break , stationary, hearts, scissors, Natalie Williamson

Honest and full of heart, this clever contemporary romance debut deftly combines utterly relatable family drama with all the sweetness and uncertainy that comes with falling in love.

Rule #1: Don’t get attached.

Amber lives by strict rules to survive her mother’s love life: Always keep your eyes on the horizon and never get close to anyone connected to Mom’s boyfriends.

But after they move in with Kevin, the latest of her mom’s “soul mates,” the rules become increasingly difficult to follow. Kevin’s daughter, Cammie, keeps acting like Amber’s friend, even though she’s definitely not. And Jordan—star basketball player, hottest boy in school, and Cammie’s best friend—keeps showing up at the most inconvenient moments.

Amber has reasons for every one of her rules, and following them is the only way to protect her heart when her mom inevitably moves on. But as she spends more time with Kevin, his daughter, and especially Jordan, she starts to wonder if the rules might be worth breaking this time.

Chosen by readers like you for Macmillan’s young adult imprint Swoon Reads, Rules We’re Meant to Break is a charming, heartachingly real story of family and young love by debut author Natalie Williamson.

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About the author:

Natalie Williamson, Author PhotographNatalie Williamson is an HR person by day and a YA writer by night and nap time. She referenced Harry Potter in her first ever full time job interview, which tells you almost all the things you need to know about her. Other important things to know include: she loves her husband, daughter, dogs, and cat; she has a serious dessert problem; and she frequently Wikipedias movies and TV shows to find out if they have happy endings. RULES WE’RE MEANT TO BREAK is her debut novel.

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Excerpt time.

The food’s ready by the time I get back to the kitchen, and I help Mom and Kevin move the serving dishes over to the dining room table so we can eat. The shelves are assembled now but not all of Mom’s stuff is put away, so things are cramped and awkward as we try to get everything ready. Cammie doesn’t offer to help; she actually doesn’t say anything at all. She stays in her chair, messing with her phone, until the three of us sit down with her.

“Cammie,” Mom says, smiling at her and holding out the bowl of black beans, “would you like some beans?”

“No.”

Mom’s smile falters. “Oh, okay.”

“I’ll have some, Mom,” I say, and she shoots me a grateful smile and passes me the bowl.

For the next few minutes, we don’t say much. There’s just the clinking of plates and cleared throats and quiet muttering to pass this or that. Mom looks like she wants to say something else but doesn’t know what, so she’s compensating by smiling so wide I can see all her teeth. Kevin’s really focused on his plate, probably because Mom accidentally made his gluten free enchilada recipe with flour tortillas. I eat a lot of chips and guac, because the enchiladas are burned on the edges (a sure sign Mom is nervous, because she never burns things) and I don’t like the sauce any- way. And Cammie watches my mother and me like we are aliens who have crash-landed in her life, which I guess in a way is true.

In the past, I’ve usually been the one eyeballing people like that at dinner, as Mom’s boyfriends and their families sat at our kitchen table and fed us their own bad food. It’s weird to be on the other side of things. I like it even less than I thought I would.

“So, Amber,” Kevin says, shooting a hopeful smile across the table at me once the silence has stretched beyond awkward and into uncomfortable territory. “I noticed Buffy has a KU collar. Does that mean that’s where you want to go to school next year?”

“Um…yeah.” I glance at my mom in time to see the corners of her mouth tighten in disapproval. But Kevin starts talking again before she can change the subject.

“I’m a Jayhawk, did you know that?” he asks. I shake my head and he nods. “Undergrad. Class of ’93.”

“Oh. That’s nice.” I don’t know what else to say except I don’t care. Which of course I can’t say, because that would go over about as well as the enchiladas.

“It is,” he says, and he sounds like he really means it. Weird. “That’s where Cam is planning to go for school too. Right, kiddo?” Cammie gives him a dirty look across the table. “I guess.”

Then she turns to my mother. “Did you know these enchiladas are burned?”

We don’t talk at all after that.

Finally, finally, we finish eating, and I start clearing plates off the table without any prompting from my mother, just to have something to do. I’m coming back to grab more when I hear Cammie say, “I’m gonna go.”

Kevin’s chair is facing me so I see his face as it falls. “But, sweetheart,” he says, “we talked about this.”

Cammie pushes her chair away from the table and gets up. Her added height is not very impressive since she’s so tiny, but the way she’s avoiding her dad’s gaze is. “I changed my mind,” she says. “I’m going back to Mom’s.”

She leaves without another word to any of us, slamming the door to the garage loudly as she goes.


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