Book Blog Tour: Desert Rice by Angela Scott (Review + Giveaway)

Oh my, with how much I love older brother-sister relationships, this book is bound to be read. Maybe it’s rooted in my desire to have an older brother but yeah, I signed up for this book tour because of that. And I’m glad I did. Here’s an excerpt and a review for all of you. Hope you enjoy!

Desert Rice

Title: Desert Rice
Author: Angela Scott

Genre: YA contemporary
Date Published: August 13, 2012

Samantha Jean Haggert is a beautiful twelve-year-old girl—but no one knows it. All they see is an awkward boy in a baseball cap and baggy pants. Sam’s not thrilled with the idea of hiding her identity, but it’s all part of her older brother’s plan to keep Sam safe from male attention and hidden from the law. Fifteen-year-old Jacob will stop at nothing to protect his sister, including concealing the death of the one person who should have protected them in the first place—their mother.

Sam and Jacob try to outrun their past by stealing the family car and traveling from West Virginia to Arizona, but the adult world proves mighty difficult to navigate, especially for two kids on their own. Trusting adults has never been an option; no adult has ever given them a good reason. But when Sam meets “Jesus”—who smells an awful lot like a horse—in the park, life takes a different turn. He saved her once, and may be willing to save Sam and her brother again, if only they admit what took place that fateful day in West Virginia. The problem? Sam doesn’t remember, and Jacob isn’t talking.

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Excerpt

We stopped in a remote town outside of Kansas City, and while Jacob added a few dollars of gas to the car, I went inside the convenience store to use the restroom. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary, but when I returned to the car, Jacob kept glancing around, and his hands shook even though the sun hung high in the midday sky.

“We need to go. Get in the car.”

His jitteriness made me nervous. I couldn’t see anything around that should, but I climbed into the car as he’d told me to. He reached across and locked my door, and I tensed and sat rigid in my seat.

“What’s going on?”

“Not now.” He started the car and we pulled onto the highway.

He kept looking into the rearview mirror every few seconds, so I turned in my seat and glanced behind us, too. I didn’t see a thing. No one followed us.

“Is it the police?”

He didn’t say anything, but pressed on the gas to make the car go faster. I continued to watch behind us, but after awhile I gave up and turned back around in my seat. I’d no idea why he acted the way he did.

“You’re scaring me.” I watched my brother’s profile. “What’s going on?”

“We’re going to have to cut your hair.”

That took me by surprise, and I struggled to understand what one thing had to do with the other. “What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t you see how those guys back there looked at you?” He turned and glanced at me before staring ahead again.

“What guys?” I had no idea what he was talking about.

“The ones sitting outside the gas station. They watched you the whole time.”

“You mean the guys with the motorcycles?” A couple of bikers parked outside the convenience store hadn’t appeared to be doing much of anything, just sitting there. I’d hardly noticed them at all.

He nodded. “They watched everything you did.”

“I didn’t see them watching me.”

He sneered. “That doesn’t surprise me. You don’t notice anything.”

“So what,” I argued. “So they were watching me. What’s the big deal? Why do I have to cut my hair?”

Jacob breathed deeply and then released it. “Because you didn’t see the way they looked at you.” He kept driving onward. “Sam, don’t you have any better clothes than this?” He tugged on my tank shirt. “You’ve got to get rid of this and those cutoff shorts too. You’re attracting the wrong kind of attention.”

“I’m not trying to attract any attention. I’m not doing anything—”

“It’s not you, Sam,” he interrupted. “It’s those perverts that I’m worried about. You’re growing up and men are starting to look.”

Why would men be looking at a twelve-year-old girl? A chill ran down my spine, and I shivered while looking back out the rear window again. No one followed behind us.

I slumped back down in my seat. “So, why do I have to cut my hair?”

He stared at me and then looked away. “Because, Sam, the best way to keep you safe is to make you look like you’re my brother.”

My Review

FREAKIN’ AWESOME, I must say. So interesting, so gripping, such an amazing story. The characters were so real and their relationships with each other so realistic and gah, I JUST LOVE IT. Character development is through the roof and I love that so much. This isn’t just a contemporary YA novel, it’s a mystery. The pace was fanflippingtastic and Angela Scott’s writing was marvelous. Her descriptions and execution of the plot, events and twists and turns were so good that I was left wanting for more. Angela Scott is definitely one author I will read more of.

Somehow, I think the blurb doesn’t give justice to the awesomeness of this book. It isn’t enough to pull you right in. I think the blurb needs to be changed to show more of how great this book is. It’s about love, sacrifices and lots of strong feelings that you’ll be left wondering how can a book elicit that much emotion out of you.

I definitely recommend this to anyone. And I mean, anyone. Don’t be discouraged by the blurb because it doesn’t even scratch the surface with this one. Do read it!

*Disclosure of Material Connection: I am a member of Reading Addiction Blog Tours and a copy of this book was provided to me by the author. Although payment may have been received by Reading Addiction Blog Tours, no payment was received by me in exchange for this review. There was no obligation to write a positive review. All opinions expressed are entirely my own and may not necessarily agree with those of the author, publisher, publicist, or readers of this review. This disclosure is in accordance with the Federal Trade Commision’s 16 CFR, Part 255, Guides Concerning Use of Endorcements and Testimonials in Advertising*

Guest Blog

My Writing Quirks and Must Haves

I am a quirky kinda gal, so yeah, I’ve got some writing oddities that are part of my daily writing process. I love comfy clothes. I can write a whole better wearing my PJ’s than I can wearing jeans, a bra, and a blouse. If I’m comfortable, then my writing flows a lot easier. Weird, but true. On a really good writing day, I wear PJ’s well into the mid afternoon.

Also, I have a desk and I surround it with cute quotes and inspirational sayings to motivate me, but I never write at my desk. Hardly ever. Instead, I prefer sitting on my bed, cross-legged (in my PJ’s), with my laptop across my knees. As I said, I’m all for comfort. This probably goes back to my college days when all I had in my dorm room was my bed. That’s where I did my homework and studied for tests.

The sound of kids screaming or fighting or the TV turned up and blaring Spongebob zaps all my creativity faster than a cheetah chasing a gazelle. Unfortunately, this is my life, so to counteract the craziness I try to get up before them and get some writing in. If that can’t be done (the other day I got up at 6:30am to write and by 6:45am two kids were up—they thwarted my plan), then I make sure they’re fed and content before I put in my earbuds and listen to some music. Music drowns out the kids and depending on the song, can really help in the writing process.

Next to me is usually perched a nice frothy glass of Diet Pepsi and a little something to snack on—peanuts, pretzels, carrots. It helps fight off the munchies and keeps me at the laptop where I need to be. If I head to the kitchen for a snack, I get easily distracted and can end up doing a sink full of dishes and mopping a floor and who wants that?

Before I even start typing, I have to check email and facebook. If I don’t I will fret and wonder. Most of the time, nothing is happening over there, but I still have to check to ease my mind. This can be dangerous though since , as I’ve said before, I’m easily distracted and get carried off in the social media world for hours and hours. So this is tricky and has to be handled with care.

For the most part, those are my quirks. Nothing too crazy like singing and chanting to invoke the muses or anything, just me in my PJ’s sitting on my bed. It works for me.

About Angela Scott

I hear voices. Tiny fictional people sit on my shoulders and whisper their stories in my ear. Instead of medicating myself, I decided to pick up a pen, write down everything those voices tell me, and turn it into a book. I’m not crazy. I’m an author. For the most part, I write contemporary Young Adult novels.

However, through a writing exercise that spiraled out of control, I found myself writing about zombies terrorizing the Wild Wild West—and loving it. My zombies don’t sparkle, and they definitely don’t cuddle. At least, I wouldn’t suggest it.

I live on the benches of the beautiful Wasatch Mountains with two lovely children, one teenager, and a very patient husband. I graduated from Utah State University with a B.A. degree in English, not because of my love for the written word, but because it was the only major that didn’t require math. I can’t spell, and grammar is my arch nemesis. But they gave me the degree, and there are no take backs.

As a child, I never sucked on a pacifier; I chewed on a pencil. I’ve been writing that long. It has only been the past few years that I’ve pursued it professionally, forged relationships with other like-minded individuals, and determined to make a career out of it.

You can find me at my website, where I blog obsessively about my writing process and post updates on my current works. I’m also on Twitter and Facebook, but be forewarned, I tweet and post more than a normal person.

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