Cry Baby by Ginger Scott @TheGingerScott #Review #NewRelease


 

 

 

I wrote a really good review and I did it through the Goodreads app on my Kindle when I was done reading and it’s gone. It may be time for a new Kindle. I have been reading every book that Ginger comes out with since day 1. This was gritty, not since Blindness was there a book that was so edgy. I think I like the cover of Blindness better. Do you know it? NO ? Check it out.

So here goes one more time. What I loved about the writing was how meaningful it was. Sometimes you read a book and all of a sudden notice all of the descriptions and think WOW that is good. Not just words to fill up a chapter with boring descriptions of the ocean or trees. While reading this too many times I re-read a paragraph and made a kindle hi-light just because it was so deep. I think I have about 30 quotes so far. Very rarely do I say I can re-read a book, but this is one.

The Riley character was awesome. She was Ginger! The kind of girl that thinks i

 

t and just reacts and does it. I can see her in her Chuck Taylors bouncing a ball right now in my mind. Anyways, Riley knew in her heart that she loved basketball and she was good! I have been asking Ginger for about 4 years to cut the baseball and give me basketball, so she cut the baseball and we got a few football books. I relate better to basketball and that is why this is off the charts. I tried to convince myself that she wrote it for me. I believe!

The Tristan character was great! But…who was better? Dub was. He was so evil. He was the leader of the 5 7 and he owned every single member. He had disciples who carried out good jobs, bad deeds and saved his ass. The author puts the back story of Dub a little at time. Tristan knew he was sort of born into the gang. The memories of how a 9 year old Tristan goes about life are very real and very accurate. He learned from the others what had to be done. Sad

Another pop up kid was Jaden. He got to me big time! He was idolizing the 5 7 from a young age. See what happens when parents work? They are unaware of the dangers kids face. Jaden had good parents with good jibs and he looked up to gang members. Why? they were there when Mom and Dad were not.

Lastly how Ms Forte, the teacher got through to Tristan seemingly easy. She was an amazing woman. Then Ms Beaumont who took an interest in Tristan, giving him attention when he wasn’t used to getting any. The thing that got through was the fact that she saw a future in him, one that he couldn’t see. Makes you think really hard about how uninspiring most counselors are in high school. This duo got to know the kids when they didn’t even know it.

Totally worthwhile book. I hope I brought out what I personally thought was important. Please read it!

 

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He couldn’t ask her to leave because she’d only dig her heels in deeper. He couldn’t ask because he didn’t want her to go. She was blurring his lines. She was testing his loyalty.

 

We stare at one another through a full breath while she takes in my partial promises, and I’m compelled to make my point again—the one I have been trying to make since I first met her.

“You don’t belong here, Riley. You just don’t.”

 

Our eyes hold on for a long breath or two, and I try to say something with mine. I try to convey exactly how important this is to me, and I think he gets it. He’s quiet for the rest of the day.

 

Only something here is just different. That wall I’m used to climbing over feels bigger somehow. And every time I think I have my hands on the top, Tristan lays a new row of bricks for me to climb..

 

This is my road. This is my travel mate. Everything leads to the same disappointing place. I’m capable of so much more

 

I feel it beating now in the pit of my stomach. It’s this victim, kicking and screaming while I drown it one day at a time, making it quieter and quieter until I almost don’t hear it at all. Someone gave it a voice, though. It’s loud today—loud now. I pull open Ms. Forte’s door

 

Somewhere there was a fork and I went in a different direction from the one I always choose. Why am I desperate to go back and choose differently?

 

 

 

 

 

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Ginger Scott is an Amazon-bestselling and Goodreads Choice Award-nominated author from Peoria, Arizona. She is the author of several young and new adult romances, including recent best-sellers The Hard Count, A Boy Like You, This Is Falling and Wild Reckless.

A sucker for a good romance, Ginger’s other passion is sports, and she often blends the two in her stories. She has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than 15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.

When she’s not writing, the odds are high that she’s somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Ginger lives in Arizona and is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork ’em, Devils).

Cry Baby by Ginger Scott @TheGingerScott #CoverReveal #NewRelease


What’s new…

CRY BABY will be coming your way on June 22! I can’t wait for you to read this one! Today is my cover reveal!!!! I also wanted to give my newsletter readers a little peek inside! Tell me what you think of the cover and excerpt!

ABOUT THE BOOK

Cry Baby by Ginger Scott

Young Adult Contemporary Romance

Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2rjlag4

Tristan Lopez is loyal to his brothers. He doesn’t really have a choice, born into a gang that has a chokehold on every kid that roams its streets.

He gave his life to them willingly, knowing if he did then one day this kingdom, led by boys drunk with power and ruled by fear, would all be his.

He was loyal through it all. Loyal when prison took his dad away. Loyal when his face was touched by the cold metal of the rival gang’s gun. Loyal even though his mom begged him to run the moment she returned home from rehab.

He thought about becoming someone else. It was hard not to crave the life of a regular 17-year-old. It’s the only reason he stayed in school—to pretend. But he always fell back in line.

Loyal.

Riley Rojas didn’t belong in Tristan’s real world. She should have only been part of the fantasy, one of the many faces he got to pretend with amidst rows of metal chairs and desks and whiteboards with assignments.

But there she was, moving boxes from the back of an old pick-up into a house Tristan had shot up on a dare with his friends only a few months before.

Tall enough to look him in the eyes and strong enough to fill his shadow, Riley took up space on his streets, her loud mouth fearless in the face of the gang leaders who terrified everyone else. She pushed Tristan around on the hard court, and she balled better than his friends—better than him sometimes. She challenged him. She needed him. He liked it. And when her pale blue eyes stared into his, he quit wanting to pretend.

He couldn’t ask her to leave because she’d only dig her heels in deeper. He couldn’t ask because he didn’t want her to go. She was blurring his lines. She was testing his loyalty.

He was falling in love.

And it was going to tear him apart.

We stare at one another through a full breath while she takes in my partial promises, and I’m compelled to make my point again—the one I have been trying to make since I first met her.

“You don’t belong here, Riley. You just don’t.”

I’m barely done speaking when her hands reach up and touch my cheeks as her body steps into me. Her eyes close in that fraction of a second and her lips find mine, a cool and soft surprise that stuns me at the first touch, my entire body rushed with what feels like a shot of morphine that begins at my lips and flows down my neck and arms and spine. It’s the softest kiss I’ve ever had. There’s nothing dirty or obligated about it.

Her fingertips are feather-light against my skin, and her mouth holds onto my bottom lip with a quivering and timid touch that matches everything I know she’s feeling—that I’m feeling.

This kiss is uncertain. I don’t deserve it. She should take it back.

Her lips fall away from mine, losing their tentative hold as she lowers her heels back to the ground and takes a single step away as her eyes open on me. They are heartbroken and embarrassed. I didn’t kiss back. It kills me that I didn’t, and I wanted to. God, did I want to. Her lips deserve better, though. Kissing back would have been another sin. It would have been weak in another way. I’ve let her get too close as it is.

“We can’t be friends.”

The sickness climbs up my chest the instant I utter those words. Her eyes flicker, the light dimming quickly, hope lost and regret quickly moving in. Her mouth hardens, lips forming a sneer. I wouldn’t be shocked if she spit at me next. She doesn’t, but she does slap me. My skin bakes, the burn from what I know is a bright red sting she left behind throbbing as I tilt my head back to face her.

She knocked me off my axis, but she didn’t destroy my world. It’s more than that, though. I know it the second she turns her back to me and walks out the gym door.

I didn’t destroy hers.

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