Now Live: JUST FRIENDS by Tiffany Pitcock {Excerpt/Giveaway}

Just Friends
Tiffany Pitcock
Published by: Swoon Reads
Publication date: August 1st 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult

A new spin on the classic smart-girl-and-bad-boy setup, this witty contemporary romance shows how easily a friendship – even one built on an elaborate lie – can become so much more.

Jenny meets Chance for the very first time when she is assigned as his partner in their Junior Oral Communications class. But after they rescue a doomed assignment with one clever lie, the whole school is suddenly convinced that Little-Miss-Really-Likes-Having-A’s and the most scandalous heartbreaker in school have been best friends forever. It’s amazing how quickly a lie can grow―especially when you really, really want it to be the truth.

With Jenny, Chance can live the normal life he’s always kind of wanted. And with Chance, Jenny can have the exciting teen experiences that TV shows and movies have always promised. Through it all, they hold on to the fact that they are “just friends.” But that might be the biggest lie of all.

Debut author Tiffany Pitcock delivers a spot-on depiction of first love and the high school rumor mill in Just Friends, chosen by readers like you for Macmillan’s young adult imprint Swoon Reads.

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The cold air bit at her face, and her gloves were cold and damp, but she didn’t care. To her, right there, that moment was perfect. She stooped down, scooping up some snow in her hands. She molded it into the perfect snowball. She weighed it in her hand, waiting for the opportune moment. The second Chance was lost in his task she launched, volleying the snowball straight into the back of his head.

He spun around, sputtering “What the hell?”

He looked so ridiculous standing there in his magenta gloves, with snow dripping from the back of his head, expression adorably confused. Jenny couldn’t help but laugh. She kept laughing while Chance processed what had happened, not noticing when he crouched down to make a snowball of his own. In fact, she kept laughing up until the moment said snowball hit her in the chest.

Now it was Chance’s turn to laugh, “I can’t believe you didn’t try to dodge that!” he said, howling with laughter. “You look so shocked.”

She looked down at the snow clinging to the front of her peacoat. “Oh, it is on, now. This means war.”

He spread his arms out to his side tauntingly, “I’m ready.”

She ducked behind her partial snowman, scooping up more snow. Adrenaline filled her as she tossed the next one over, hitting him in the leg. A snowball sailed over her head, hitting the tree that separated her yard from her neighbors. “You gotta be better than that, Chance!” she called, emerging from her crouch to throw another.

He had anticipated her move; waiting until the moment she exposed herself to throw his next two, both hitting her in the abdomen. The cold seeped through the fabric of her coat, but she hardly noticed. She launched another one, missing Chance by inches.

Chance took cover behind Jenny’s mom’s car, which sat in the driveway completely blanketed with snow. Jenny ran up to the car, tossing her next snowball over it. “You can’t hide behind a car,” she told him, “That’s not fair.”

Chance ran around the back of the car then, grabbing her by the waist and tackling her to the ground. They landed side by side, the fall knocking the breath out of her.

“Cheating!” Jenny wheezed when she could finally speak again. She turned her head, the snow sticking to her clothes like a second skin, and glared at her best friend. “That is definitely cheating.”

Chance’s hat had fallen off in the tussle and his damp hair was sticking to the side of his face. He smiled brilliantly.

 “There are no rules in a snowball fight, Wessler.”

23. Writer. Reader. Sarcastic.

I was born and raised in Arkansas, which isn’t terribly exciting. I’ve wanted to be a writer for as long as I can remember. I used to sit in class and write stories in my notebooks, thinking that everyone did. It turns out, everyone didn’t. I love writing because it means I’m putting my thoughts, feelings, and soul out there for someone else to read – for someone else to feel. The fact that someone can read my words, and empathize with my characters – characters that wouldn’t exist with out me, that I created from my mind – is such a wonderful concept to me. I could happily write for the rest of my life as long as there was one person out there who was affected by my words.

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