{Book Tour + Giveaway!} Heather Hildenbrand of Cold Blood

Today, I'm happy to be the next stop in the Cold Blood Tour for Heather Hildenbrand. I have a little excerpt to reveal to all of you and a chance to win an e-book of Cold Blood! I'm reading Cold Blood now and can I just say this is a must read series!! 

A couple of snickers went up, and out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of her smirking at me with a curled lip and a manicured hand on her hip before she turned back to the group and her jaw began moving again. Something about the way she smirked made me think of Cindy Adams, and I felt my hands close into fists automatically. My tension must’ve shown because I felt Alex glance over at me, one eyebrow raised. I forced a smile, eased my hands open, and willed myself to relax.  

As if the rest of the student body was taking their cue from the blond, more heads began to turn in my direction. When they did, it was like a domino effect. One alerted another, who alerted another, and another. Soon, everyone was pointing at me and whispering. None of them looked outright hateful, but none of them looked particularly friendly either. It was the same expression I’d seen from those first two kids, in the lobby. The ones who’d called me a freak. I was beginning to realize there was something going on here; something bigger than rumpled clothes and smudged makeup. It was starting to get to me.

I kept my face carefully blank and my eyes averted, making it a point to notice the scenery above their heads, instead of their faces. I stared purposefully at the bright green ivy that covered the front of the building we approached. It wasn’t entirely difficult to be distracted by it. The shade of green was mesmerizing. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen ivy before, or woods, but the colors here were so vibrant; brighter than the woods at home.

Somewhere nearby whispered voices drifted over.

“She’s the one I was telling you about. The wolf chic,” whispered a girl’s voice.

“No way. Eww,” was the response. “Why did they let Kane’s crew help her anyway?”

“I don’t know. She’s not one of us.”

Beside me, I felt Alex stiffen and then relax again. He said nothing but he picked up the pace and we hurried on. We’d almost made it to the doors of the building when I heard it.

“Hey, look. That’s the dirty blood.”

This time, I was sure Alex noticed–in the way that people try to politely ignore an uncomfortable situation. He kept his eyes forward and his expression neutral, but again, he picked up the pace. When we reached the doors, Alex stepped over and opened one, holding it wide for me to pass through. When we were both inside and the door had clicked shut behind us, I sighed. Alex made no move to continue. He stood, staring at me with a curious look on his face.

“What?” I asked bracing myself because I wasn’t really sure I wanted to know what. Crossing the courtyard had been a combination of being the raggedy new kid in a school full of rich kids, and doing the walk of shame after prom and being caught by your mother. Horrible.

“Nothing,” he said after a pause. “C’mon.”

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BLURB:

Wood Point Academy is not at all what I expected. For one thing, it looks like a cross between military school and Buckingham Palace. Everyone stares, the floors shine so bright you can see your reflection in them from a mile away, and no one smiles. Unless they're kicking your butt in the process.

At least I've got plenty to take my mind off the fact that my psycho cousin, Miles De'Luca, keeps calling and declaring his love and promising to come for me just as soon as he's destroyed anyone standing in our way. Wes isn't going to like that idea. So between Miles, Wood Point's evil welcoming committee, and the drill sergeant hottie trainer from hell, I just keep asking myself…How did I end up here?

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