Today, I'm hosting the cover reveal for N.K. Smith's upcoming novel Are You Mine? It's in the growing New Adult category, and the cover for it is simply gorgeous. Enjoy the excerpts!
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Title: Are You Mine?
Author: N.K. Smith
Genre: New Adult Contemporary
Expected release date: 7 August 2013
Goodreads link: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17334793-are-you-mine
Cover Design by Regina Wamba at MaeIDesign.com
Photography by Poly Mendes at PolyMendes.com
[This is a self-published title so no pre-order purchase links will be available prior to publication.]
Synopsis:
Human connection? Who needs it?
Ever since she can remember, wealthy but weary Saige Armstrong has felt different from her peers in Pechimu, New Jersey. With only one good friend to her name, she has navigated the complicated halls of high school and is now faced with the timeless question: Now what?
Fox Harrington, a fun-loving, socially charismatic graffiti artist uses his passions to color his world exactly how he wants it. He knows exactly where his life is headed. That is, until he meets Saige.
A summer project links the two together, making a tentative friendship bloom into romance, but despite their affection for each other, fundamental beliefs and ways of thinking threaten to destroy all they have built.
In this tender story of young love, N.K. Smith delivers a striking tale of two people standing on the precipice of adult life.
And now... The cover!
Isn't it beautiful? I love it. The artist did a spectacular job. The colors are so warm and inviting.
On to the teaser!
Sneak Peek:
“We’re notgoing to get caught. I’m a ninja.”
She’s notimpressed by this. “But I’m not.”
“You couldbe,” I say as I take the spray cans from her and start to walk toward thebridge. It’s dark but not pitch black. The moon is high and shines down on us,giving her a striking glow that’s hard to ignore. To be honest, this bridge isa little more traveled than some of the bridges I tag and the top has fencingto keep graffitists like me from defacing it, but I’ve scouted it out and knowthere’s a hole in the fence about three-quarters of the way down, so that’swhere I’ll start.
When we getthere, she bounces from foot to foot and turns her head left and rightconstantly as I paint. I feel better about tagging this one while I have alookout.
“Stopfreaking out. Just don’t think about being caught. Let’s just leave somethinglasting on this bridge, make our mark, and we’ll get out of here.”
“I can’tbelieve you think this is fun.”
“It is fun,” I say as I lift one foot offthe bridge in order to reach a spot toward the bottom of my design. It’sdifferent tonight. The fox is the same, but I’ve added little something else tomark it as the joint effort of Saige and me.
“Shit,there’s a car!”
I chuckle asI hear the near panic in her voice, but when I hear the car pass, I reach myhand back. “Green, please.”
She takesone can out of my hand and replaces it with the requested color. “Hurry up. I’mtotally going to punch you in the gut if I get into trouble for this.”
In less thana minute, I’m finished and facing her. “There’s nothing wrong with a littletrouble, Saigaweena. Lets you know you’re alive.”
“Saigaweena?”
“It made yousmile, so yeah, Saigaweena.”
I look bothways and cross the street. I want to take her hand and pull her along with me,but I leave her to make her own decision. She follows, which excites me notonly because she’s carrying half my paint, but because every time I’m near her,I get a little thrill. It’s like riding a roller coaster for the first time andthe cart has just reached the summit of the first hill, and you look down andthink what did I get myself into?
There’s nohole in the fencing on this side, so I take out my cutting pliers and use asmuch force as I can to snap the metal.
“Holy shit,Fox. Tagging’s one thing, now you’re destroying the—”
I stop whatI’m doing and put my hands on her shoulders. “Ninjas don’t talk so much. It’squiet time. Let me work, and you can nag me about it later, okay?”
She narrowsher eyes. “I’m not nagging. I’m protesting.”
“Protestsilently.”
“This isdestruction of property!”
“What youcall destruction of property, I call beautifying the urban American landscape.”
“It’sgraffiti,” she says, her voice nothing more than a hiss.
“I prefer urban art, thank you very much.”
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Author bio:
Based in the American Midwest, N.K. Smith is a Technical Writer for a Fortune 100 company. The author of the Old Wounds Series, Ghosts of Our Pasts, and My Only, she is a mother of two who finds the time to write very early in the morning when the rest of the world is still fast asleep.
An avid lover of history, art, music, books, and people, she is interested in telling stories that speak to the human condition.
Author contact links:
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Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5358547.N_K_Smith