Monday, May 6

Blog Tour: Undeclared by Jen Frederick

undeclared cover
By: Jen Frederick
Series: Woodlands #1
Release: May 1st, 2013
For four years, Grace Sullivan wrote to a Marine she never met, and fell in love. But when his deployment ended, so did the letters. Ever since that day, Grace has been coasting, academically and emotionally. The one thing she’s decided? No way is Noah Jackson — or any man — ever going to break her heart again.
Noah has always known exactly what he wants out of life. Success. Stability. Control. That’s why he joined the Marines and that’s why he’s fighting his way — literally — through college. Now that he’s got the rest of his life on track, he has one last conquest: Grace Sullivan. But since he was the one who stopped writing, he knows that winning her back will be his biggest battle yet.
This is a mature New Adult book. I see that it is classified as YA - not sure how to change that - but I wanted to be clear that it has explicit love scenes in the story.
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I felt Noah's body heat behind mine. He wasn't going anywhere. But I could ignore him.
But a clearly tipsy Lana and an every drunker Amy were coming down the stairs as I reached the first landing. Jack was nowhere to be seen. New plan.
"You two ready to go?" I asked. Lana was wide-eyed and mouthed, "He's right behind you" to me. Correction--Lana wasn't tipsy. She was drunk.
"I know," I said, "and you aren't invisible to him. I'm sure he can see you."
"Yup," Noah affirmed.
"Oh no!" Lana said "What about your cure?"
"Are you sick?" Noah asked, coming up to the landing to look at me intently.
"Not that kind of cure, silly," Lana said before I could open my mouth. She was feeling no pain. She stumbled down the stairs dragging Amy behind her. "Cure for heartache." Thanks Lana, I thought, as if I hadn't been humiliated enough before.
"I'll drive y'all home," Noah said. "My truck is out front."
"You can't park on the street," Lana said, poking one long fingernail into his chest. When her poke found no purchase, she began patting. "Wow, this is like marble. Amy," Lana turned and held up their joined hands, "feel this." At which point both girls proceeded to pat Noah's apparently very hard chest.
He, at least, had the grace to look embarrassed by this. I had to hustle Lana out before her drunken state revealed something even more embarrassing, although at this point, I wasn't sure what that could be.

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Jen Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog.  She's been reading stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers so drop her a line at
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1 comment:

Jen said...

Thanks for hosting me. I'm working extra hard to put more "grab you by the throat" emotion into my next story!