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Apr 14, 2013

Book Blitz + Giveaway: Alaskan Nights by Nadia Scrieva

Alaskan Nights is Nadia Scrieva's most recent New Adult release that features a road trip, the great state of Alaska, and a whole lot of built-up tension!

When I received the email to sign up for this blitz, the first thing that caught my attention was New Adult; it was all I saw. After reading the synopsis, I knew I had to sign up, for sure, and bring this book to your attention.

For today's post, I've got two excerpts to share with you that hopefully will pique your interest as much as it did mine! Also, I've got a giveaway where one of you will get the chance to score an ebook of Alaskan Nights so stick around and get comfy!

About the book:

Title: Alaskan Nights
Author: Nadia Scrieva
Publisher: Self-published
Release date: April 7, 2013

When Brynne left Alaska, she promised herself she would never go back.

The day after graduation, she got in her beat-up Honda Civic and drove down the west coast to pursue her dream of becoming a Hollywood makeup artist. Growing up in a rural fishing village with dirty, rundown buildings, and dirty, rundown men, she longed for the glitz and glamour of the silver screen. She had no qualms about leaving behind her dysfunctional family and her nowhere-job at her mother's fishing tackle shop. She didn't even think twice about leaving behind the cute boy who came in to buy gear almost every day, shamelessly flirting with her and always leaving a generous tip. Well, maybe she thought about it twice; but she knew that a relationship with Callder Murphy would only be bound to lead her deeper into nowhere. She was sick and tired of being nowhere—and no one.

Brynne set out, determined to prove to the world that she was much more than just a fisherman’s daughter. Unfortunately, her luck and tip money ran out in Seattle when her car broke down. Exhausted from the stress of travel, she decided to take a waitressing job in the city for the time being. “For the time being” ended up being far longer than she would have liked. That was four years ago. Now, a call from home has alerted Brynne to some bad news. She needs to get back to Soldotna promptly, but she has been living paycheck to paycheck and can’t even afford a plane ticket home. Enter a ghost from her past as her knight in shining armor. Unexpectedly showing up outside her restaurant in a red Ferrari, Callder is determined to take her home with him, and keep her there for good.

* * *

Perpetually drunken playboy, Callder Murphy, is currently loaded. Of course, that’s only because he stole his big brother’s credit card. He was off in Vegas, doing what he does best (absolutely nothing) when he received the call from home. A name he hasn’t heard in years pulls him out of his mindless haze of stumbling from one wild party to the next: Brynne Ambrose needs his help. Pleasant memories of the rude, tomboyish, and completely adorable girl-next-door come rushing back to him with a vengeance. He drops all of his shenanigans and cleans up his act instantaneously. He uses his brother’s credit card to buy an impressive car, and sets out to win over the girl of his dreams. He knows he’s no good for her, but he can’t stay away.

Callder has been waiting his whole life for the opportunity to be her man, and he’s not going to let her slip away again.

Excerpt #1 from Alaskan Nights:

The tension in the car was thick. She felt the need to apologize, but she knew that no words would do the situation justice. She had abandoned and insulted Callder, but the moment that she had needed him, he had magically appeared to help her. She wanted desperately to make things right. Turning to her side, Brynne tried to force herself to speak. Instead, she leaned forward and pressed a kiss against Callder’s shoulder. She allowed her lips to linger there for a moment before turning her face to the side and resting her cheek against his bicep.

The sound of squealing brakes were heard as the car swerved suddenly into the unpaved shoulder. Brynne looked around in surprise, expecting to see an obstacle or dangerous situation on the road. But there was nothing around except the colors of the evening sky, which had bathed the mountaintops with crimson light. She was startled when she felt Callder’s hand slip around the back of her neck, pulling her face against his. His lips mashed into hers with a demanding and unyielding pressure.

It was nothing like the silly, theatrical kiss that he had given her back at the café. It was a real and meaningful touch, filled with unmistakable intent. It was both chastising and forgiving, all at once. It was also angry. Increasingly angry.

“Why?” Callder asked between kisses. He leaned forward, crawling over the console in order to pin her against the car seat with his weight. “Why didn’t you take me with you?”

“Mmm?” Brynne asked, a bit lost in the unexpected intensity of his attack.

“When you left,” he said, smashing his nose against hers as he cupped the back of her head. “Why didn’t you take me with you?”

“Mmm,” she responded, focusing on his mouth more than the question. “I guess… I didn’t think you would want to come with me.”

“I did,” he told her, in between kisses. He pressed a hand against her stomach, sliding his fingers up under her blouse. “I would have gone anywhere with you.”

She paused and pushed him away slightly. “You never told me that. How was I supposed to know?”

“I’m not big on words, Brynne. But haven’t I always been by your side? Don’t my actions give you a clear picture of the way I feel?”

“No,” she whispered. “I need the words too.”

“Why?” he said, kissing her chin. “Why would you need me to say a bunch of unnecessary, mushy garbage…?”

She hit him in the shoulder. “To differentiate me from the dozens of other girls you bang, just for the fun of it. To establish this as something real.”

“How can you not see that this is real to me?” he asked, almost offended by the accusation.

“I can’t see anything,” Brynne admitted. “I’m completely blind.”

Callder stared down at her in the fading dusk. “And if I told you—if I tried to find the words, would you even believe me?”

“Probably not,” she admitted.

He pulled away from her, moving back to the driver’s seat and starting up the car. “Then I’m not going to bother wasting my words.”

Brynne felt a sense of disappointment wash over her, along with a burst of righteous rage. “You shouldn’t,” she snapped at him. “If it’s not worth it to you, you really shouldn’t bother.”

Excerpt #2 from Alaskan Nights:

“Oh my god, I can feel it. We’re getting close to home,” Brynne said with excitement. “I recognize these mountains. These roads! Those houses!”

“Can I stop to take a leak?” Callder asked.

“No!” she told him. “Keep driving. We’re almost there.”

“Brynne, I’m serious, I really need to take a leak. That Canadian coffee is starting to kick in. My bladder is starting to feel like a balloon about to pop, and I really don’t want to mess up the new Ferrari. I’ve cleaned vomit stains out of too many nice leather seats in the past…”

“God, you’re like a whiny little girl. Here,” she said, pulling the empty coffee cup out of its holder. “Just empty it back in here. You can do that while driving, and I can’t. So take advantage of your anatomy.”

“Are you out of your mind?” he asked in horror.  “I can’t do that with a lady sitting beside me. I do it all the time on my own, but…”

“It’s not like I haven’t seen your junk before,” Brynne told him, shoving the coffee cup at his nether regions. “Please, Callder? Please just pee into the cup for me so we can make it home without stopping.”

“Fine,” he agreed sullenly, “but you’re going to have to hold the cup. And everything else. I was taught to keep both hands on the wheel while driving.”

“What? You’ve been driving with one hand for the past thirty hours. Callder, don’t be a douche…”

“You’re the one who commanded me to pee. So help me pee.”

“Fine,” she mumbled, reaching over to undo his pants. She held the coffee cup in position, and looked away. “Go ahead. You can star peeing.”

A few seconds passed. Callder cleared his throat. “Maybe this is a little more awkward than I expected. Give me a moment to get the plumbing working.”

Brynne began to whistle in boredom. “Hurry it up already. I can’t hold your clogged faucet all day.”

“You’re holding it too firmly. Just be gentle. You don’t have to squeeze the pee out, you’re not milking a cow. Just let it flow.”

“Sorry, I’ve never helped a guy pee before.” Brynne glanced to her left, surveying the technicalities of the situation. “Hmm. It’s really small like this. I’ve never seen it this small before.”

“I think that’s about to change. Yes, this isn’t working as well as I thought it would.”

About the author:

Nadia Scrieva lives in Toronto, Canada with no husband, no kids, and no pets. She does own a very attractive houseplant which she occasionally remembers to water between her all-consuming writing marathons. Nadia has a degree in English and Anthropology from the University of Toronto. She likes knives. Her writing always features powerful females and (mostly) honorable male characters.

"Ms. Scrieva is clearly a very talented writer with a natural gift for weaving beautiful, sometimes lyrical prose that kept me entranced for hours." - Stacy Decker, Goodreads reviewer

Connect with Nadia Scrieva: Website | Goodreads | Facebook | Twitter

Giveaway Details:

  1. One entry per household.
  2. There will be one winner.
  3. You must be 13 or older.
  4. Giveaway is open internationally.
  5. Contest ends on Wednesday, April 24th, 2013.
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  7. Winner will have 48 hours after notification to respond.

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