Landry in Like–New Release by Krysten Lindsay Hager

Today, I am proud to introduce Landry in Like, a new release by Krysten Lindsay Hager. This is the third installment in the teen fiction series, Landry’s True Colors.

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Series Info: The Landry’s True Colors Series is a clean reads young adult humor series about friendship, self-esteem, fitting in, middle school and high school, frenemies, crushes, and self-image.

Landry in Like (Landry’s True Colors Series: Book 3) by Krysten Lindsay Hager

Blurb: Things seem to be going well in Landry Albright’s world—she’s getting invited to be on local talk shows to talk about her modeling career, her best friends have her back, and her boyfriend Vladi has becoming someone she can truly count on…and then everything changes. Suddenly it seems like most of the girls in school are into hanging out at a new teen dance club, while Landry just wants to spend her weekends playing video games and baking cupcakes at sleepovers. Then, Yasmin McCarty, the most popular girl in school, starts to come between Landry’s friendship with Ashanti. Things take a turn when Yasmin tells Vladi that Landry is interested in another boy. Can Landry get her relationships with Ashanti and Vladi back or will she be left out and left behind?

 

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Excerpt:

I wanted to call my friends and tell them about being on the talk show, but Mom said we had to be at the TV station super early — even before school started. She said I could text them, but I had to turn off my phone and go to bed.

“I’m waking you up at four a.m.,” she said. “You have to be there at five-thirty.”

“Can I just call Peyton and Ashanti? Please?”

“Fine, but you have five minutes and then that phone is mine and you’re in bed.”

I dialed Peyton, but her mom said she was in the shower. I told her mom about the show tomorrow and said my mom wouldn’t let me stay up any later to call Peyton back.

“How exciting! I will make sure Peyton knows, and I will be watching you tomorrow. Good luck, honey,” Mrs. Urich said.

I called Ashanti next and told her.

“Get out. Get. Out. No way. This is so exciting!”

“I’m so nervous. My stomach is already doing cartwheels. I can’t do one, but my stomach can. Seems unfair. What if I throw up before I go on? I did that right before I went on at the statewide Ingénue modeling competition in Detroit, and my mom had to give me a cough drop to cover up the smell.”

“I’m sure you’ll be fine, but… just in case, take a cough drop with you,” Ashanti said. “Good luck. You’ll be great and I’ll go set the DVR now.”

I hung up and sent a text to Vladi, India, Devon, Thalia, Tori, and Ericka, so no one would be mad and feel left out. Then I shut off my phone. Mom poked her head in the door to make sure I was in bed.

“Night, hon. Try to get some rest,” she said.

Easier said than done. I stared at my ceiling while thinking about all the things that could possibly go wrong tomorrow. Seeing as the show was on in the morning, I never got to watch it, so I had no idea what the set was like — did it have super high chairs and I’d struggle to get into them? And what if it had those higher stools that were kind of tippy and my rear overshot the seat and I fell off? Or what if the prep questions got lost and the interviewer asked me random things like my feelings on nuclear war or asked me about some foreign political leader who I had never heard of before, and I appeared stupid? Why did I say I’d do this? I tried to get comfortable and it felt like I had just dozed off when I felt my mom shaking my shoulder.

“Rise and shine, TV star,” she said.

 

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Book trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CsGREKFQco&feature=youtu.be

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Author bio: Krysten Lindsay Hager is the author of the Landry’s True Colors Series, a clean reads young adult series and the new ​Star Series. Krysten writes about friendship, self-esteem, fitting in, middle school and high school, frenemies, modeling, crushes, values, and self-image in True Colors, Best Friends…Forever? And Landry in Like, as well as in, Next Door to a Star (Star Series). Her sequel to Next Door to a Star will be out March 22 2016.

Krysten is a book addict who has never met a bookstore she didn’t like. She’s worked as a journalist and writes YA, MG, humor essays, and adult fiction. She is originally from Michigan and has lived in Portugal, South Dakota, and currently resides in southwestern Ohio where you can find her reading and writing when she’s not catching up on her favorite shows. She received her master’s degree from the University of Michigan-Flint.

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A Rose in Bloom–Part 1 (Caught in the Act)

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Part 1: Caught in the Act

 

ELYSSA ROSE didn’t need a man in her life. She definitely didn’t need Jaxon McCall in her life. No man had ever managed to irritate her as much as this one did. Of course she knew that was his goal. He wanted her to give up on her dream. He wanted her to throw in the towel after only one month. Oh, he didn’t really care about her or her dream. In fact he’d have been happy for her to pursue her dream as long as she did it in another location. He didn’t care one whit about her—he was only interested in her building.

She stood in the side window of her corner shop, A Rose in Bloom, pretending to rearrange a couple of flower vases while glancing across the street. She could see through the large glass window to the inside of the fitness center where a number of people were lifting free weights in some kind of unison dance. She strained her eyes, but she didn’t think she could see Jaxon, known as “Mack” by his friends. For a moment she thought she spied him, but when the man twisted her direction she could tell it was someone different. Jaxon’s shoulders were definitely broader, and he had a more well-defined six pack. In fact, his was more of an eight-pack in her opinion.

Not that she found him attractive. He was so obnoxious she could never be attracted to him. Oh, he had all the right stuff—an incredible body, piercing blue eyes, dark hair, cropped close on the side and wavy on top, a chiseled chin, dimples that danced when he laughed. But he thought he was God’s gift to women, and he couldn’t understand why she didn’t fall all over him like all the other females he met. In other circumstances she might have considered dating him, but she hated him with a vengeance. He was doing everything in his power to discourage her in her efforts to turn the building her uncle had left her into a successful flower shop. She’d seen him looking lustfully in her direction from his gym window. But he wasn’t lusting after her—he only wanted her building.

She put her hands on her hips and glared as if she could sear him with her eyes wherever he was hiding, probably in the back office of his small gym. He could lust all he wanted, but she would never give up her shop. Sure, business was slow right now, but she was saving plenty of money by living in the small apartment on the upper floor. She was strong and determined, and she was gifted with flower arrangements. She only had to hold out until she was discovered, and her business would take off. And she had plenty of time to work on her flowers since she had no social life whatsoever.

“Why don’t you come try us out?” She jumped as the deep voice behind her jarred her out of her reverie. The object of her hatred was standing behind her, and he’d caught her staring at his gym. She paused to move a vase of flowers to a different shelf before turning to face him.

 

Part 2: Goose Bumps

 

“I’M NOT INTERESTED—” Elyssa started to speak, but the words stuck in her throat. Opening and closing her mouth like a guppy, she stared at his bare chest. Well, she didn’t just stare at his chest—she also checked out his tight abs. And then her eyes dropped down to his legs, following the line of his well-defined quads down to his shins, backed by bulging calf muscles. What am I doing? She forced her eyes back to his face where she discovered a satisfied smirk.

The blood throbbed in her temples as she glared at him. “I think you’re in the wrong place… the homeless shelter is down the street, six blocks from here.”

“Homeless shelter?” He blinked, tightening his lips just enough to make one cheek dip in, hinting at a dimple.

“I assume that’s where you belong since you don’t have any clothes to wear.”

He glanced down at his chest and back, a slow grin spreading on his face. “I was working out, and I forgot I hadn’t put my shirt back on.”

“I’ll thank you not to come into my shop without a shirt in the future.”

Donning a t-shirt he’d evidently carried inside, he waggled his brows. “I’m just glad to know we have a future.”

“We don’t have a future!” she sputtered. Slamming her hands onto her hips, she took a few steps toward him with what she hoped was an intimidating expression on her face. “What do you want, anyway? Why are you in here?”

He held up his palms. “Wait! Don’t go all postal on me. I only wanted to offer you a smoothie, a protein drink … On the house. We’ve got a promotion going on, and I thought you might like to come over and try one.”

“I detest smoothies.”

His eyes widened. “That’s because you haven’t tasted one of mine.”

“Believe me, I won’t like your smoothies, either. Why would anyone want to blend a bunch of healthy things into a drink? Turkey, egg, and broccoli. Wheat germ and brussel sprouts. Smoothies are gross.”

“But mine—”

“The only thing I want to mix into a drink is a slash of cream in my coffee. And I can just go upstairs to my apartment to get it.”

She rolled her eyes at him, knowing his invitation was only a ploy to get her to look at his building. Judging from his guilty half-smile, she knew he knew that she knew. So far, she’d refused to even consider trading spaces. He wanted her to move to his smaller building so he could have her larger space. Well, that’s not going to happen.

His smug grin morphed into a wide O. “You’re living upstairs? In this building? By yourself?”

“Yes, of course. It saves me a lot of money in living expenses, so I have plenty to last until A Rose in Bloom is making money. So you see, there’s no reason for me to consider moving my shop to a smaller building, like yours.” She savored her moment of triumph.

“This neighborhood isn’t safe for a girl at night.” His brows furrowed over his eyes, making him look stern. “There are two nightclubs just up the street, and all the other businesses except my gym are closed in the evening. In fact, we always assign a guy to walk girls to their cars after dark.”

“Well, I don’t really go outside after dark.” Elyssa crossed her arms, trying to keep her voice steady and confident.

Without responding to her remark, he strode to the front door of the shop, fingering the lock. “You have a deadbolt here right next to the single pane glass window in this door. Anyone could break in.”

Peering over his shoulder, she inspected the tarnished lock. “I’d hear them if they broke the window.”

“Yeah? So what would you do if you heard someone break the window?”

“I would… I would call the police. Nine-one-one.” A slight warble in her voice betrayed her uncertainty. Hopefully, he didn’t notice.

“And by the time the police got here, you could already be dead.”

“Fine! I’ll buy a better lock. Now please go away.”

“Look, Elyssa—” His hand touched her arm, sending an electric current all the way down her spine.

Jerking away, she rubbed at her skin to rid herself of the goose bumps peppering her entire arm. Please, don’t let him notice.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and the gaze from his deep blue eyes seemed to burn right through her corneas. “Perhaps you should turn your thermostat up. You seem to… eh-hem… have a chill.”

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