Eep! A delighted welcome to the Blog Tour for How to Speak Boy by Tiana Smith~ This is a book I can’t wait to read, it sounds swoony and wonderful (plus that cover 😍).
For today’s tour stop I got an excerpt from the book, you can join the giveaway (sorry guys, US only), and of course I got book/author information.
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About the author:
Two sworn enemies start to fall in love through anonymous notes in How to Speak Boy, a fun and charming YA novel from Tiana Smith.
Quinn and Grayson have been fierce speech and debate rivals for years. They can’t stand one another, either in competition or in real life.
But when their AP Government teacher returns their school assignments to the wrong cubbies, they begin exchanging anonymous notes without knowing who the other one is.
Despite their differences, the two come together through their letters and find themselves unknowingly falling for the competition. Before the state tournament, the two of them need to figure out what they want out of life, or risk their own future happiness. After all, what’s the point of speech and debate if you can’t say what’s in your heart?
Find her here:
Tiana Smith is a copywriter turned novelist who grew up in the Rocky Mountains. When she isn’t writing, she’s chasing after her ninja boy, reading, or binging the Disney Channel. She’d love to be fluent in sign language, but for now she gets by with awkward hand gestures and even more awkward French. She has double degrees in Honors and English from Westminster College but wants to go back to school to be a lion tamer.
Grayson Hawks was asking for my phone number. But why? So he could prank call me in the middle of the night?
“You know,” Grayson said. “Because we’ll be co-team captains, unfortunately. I guess we should have a way to get a hold of each other.”
I stared at his phone, wondering how many ways he could use my phone number against me. Then again, did I have a choice? Whether I liked it or not—hint, I didn’t—we’d have to work together this year. Ugh.
“Right,” I said, nodding to my internal thoughts as much as I was answering him. “Here, give me your phone and I’ll put it in.”
My fingers moved robotically, punching the numbers in, one by one. By the time I handed him back his phone, I was pretty sure I could talk civilly.
“Smile,” he said, taking a picture of me. I heard the click before I could process what he was doing.
I scowled. “I wasn’t ready.”
He looked at his phone and pinched his lips to one side. “Whoa, you’re right. You’re usually much more photogenic than this, Quinn, yikes. What’s going on with your hair?”
I quickly swiped his phone from him to see for myself, but the picture I saw was normal. But that didn’t matter, because Grayson was already laughing at my response.
“Relax, you take everything too seriously.” He took his phone back, presumably programming my picture in with my phone number. A second later, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
“I just texted you so you have my number now.” Grayson’s eyes crinkled around the corners when he smiled. “I know it might be tempting, but try not to send me anything too scandalous.”
I rolled my eyes and he started to walk away, but I couldn’t let him get the last word.
“So, you get an awkward picture of me, but I don’t get one of you?” I called. Grayson turned, a smirk already on his face. He held his arms out to his sides, as if to say, ready when you are.
I clicked his picture. It was a shame he was so good looking. What a waste of a pretty face.
“You good?” Grayson asked, and I nodded.
“You have my number. Don’t be afraid to use it,” he said. Then he turned and walked away again. I brought my phone back to my pocket and spun around to find Naomi watching me, her smugness radiating off her in waves.
“What?” I asked, already knowing what she was going to say, even though she was dead wrong.
“He was flirting with you. I totally saw it.”
I scoffed. “I was there too, remember? And he definitely was not flirting.” She should know, that was simply part of Grayson’s enigmatic personality. Sometimes he was cheeky, sometimes he was smooth, but he always had his own agenda in mind. I knew better than anyone else that he wasn’t to be trusted. It was a show, just like his speeches. His mom had taught him all she knew about winning people over, and Grayson was a natural. When he wanted to be, or when he had something to gain, he could be very charming. And sure, maybe sometimes I enjoyed our little spats. When I came out on top. But that was a secret I’d take to my grave.
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