The Breakup Support Group Cover Reveal!

Not to brag or anything, but I did get a sneak peek at the cover of The Breakup Support Group and I have to say, it's well worth the wait! It's certainly a standout and captures the book perfectly. How do I know? Confession #2: I read an early version of The Breakup Support Group and there wasn't a page or a character I didn't love, well, except one, but you'll have to read it to find out who I mean. 

This novel hits all the YA notes: a unique voice (I guarantee you'll adore Isla), authenticity (more than once I felt like I was in that lunch room/wanted to be in there eating pizza and gabbing), perfectly paced prose (say that three times fast), and romance (I don't know about you, but I won't read a book unless there's a little bit of love, unless it's non-fiction.) 

The Breakup Support Group is THE book to read for ya back-to-school fall feels. Stay tuned for an interview with author Cheyanne Young, coming soon. And while you're waiting, read on and preorder your copy. 

Oh, one more thing, check out Cheyanne's website for some cool stuff coming your way, including a giveaway! 

The Breakup Support Group
Cheyanne Young
Published by: Swoon Romance
Publication date: November 22nd 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Young Adult

After four years of first love bliss, Isla Rush just got dumped.
Any hope she has of winning her ex-boyfriend back is shattered when the town rezones her neighborhood, forcing her to spend senior year at a wealthy high school in the next town over.
With a broken heart consuming her soul, Isla can’t focus on anything, except maybe Emory Underwood—a ridiculously hot guy who dates a new girl almost every day. She can’t help but crush on him, even though it’s wrong.
When memories of her ex make her cry in second period, the school counselor sends Isla to a club that meets during lunch. The Break-Up Support Group is a collection of broken-hearted misfits who are all helping each other heal.
Just when Isla’s heart is finally on the mend, Emory shows up, forced to atone for all the broken hearts he’s caused over the years. While hiding her massive crush, she helps him understand the seriousness of breaking a heart.
In turn, Emory offers to help Isla get back on the dating scene by agreeing to be her fake date for the homecoming dance. Isla gladly accepts the ruse, because if anyone can make her into a desirable girlfriend, Emory can! There’s just one small problem.
Isla’s little crush on Emory might be exactly full blown. And a homecoming fake date with him could push her over the edge to possibly uttering the “L Word!”
Isla can’t afford another heartbreak so soon after the last one. She will have to resist his charms, refuse to look into those dreamy eyes, and above all else, not make the mistake of letting him kiss her.
If only she hadn’t let her guard down at the end of the night, under the light of her porch in a toe-curling kiss moment of weakness. And now, after months of Break-Up Support Group therapy, and with a heart fully on the mend, Isla has just handed it over to a guy who knows full well just how to break it.

Author Bio:
Cheyanne Young is a native Texan with a fear of cold weather and a coffee addiction that probably needs an intervention. She loves books, sarcasm, and collecting nail polish. After nearly a decade of working in engineering, Cheyanne now writes books for young adults and is the author of the City of Legends Trilogy. She doesn’t miss a cubicle one bit.
Cheyanne lives near the beach with her daughter and husband, one spoiled rotten puppy, and a cat that is most likely plotting to take over the world.
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New Adult Scavenger Hunt Fall 2016

Welcome to the New Adult Scavenger Hunt


The NA Scavenger Hunt is a biannual event to give readers a chance to receive bonus material from their favorite authors, find new books, and have the opportunity to win great prizes, including what else? 


It works like this: there are teams (right now you're on TEAM GREEN). Each participating author leaves a numerical clue. Add up the clues and enter to win the grand prize! Find the complete details, rules, and frequently asked questions hereRemember, the game goes lightning fast lasting from October 26 at noon EST and ending October 30 at noon EST.

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Go! Go! Go!

I'm hosting Heather Young-Nichols author of 


About the Book

Flannery Tate left home for a college half a country away. She just wants an education. Something that will give her opportunities and lead to a life unlike the one she grew up in.

Then she meets Cain Dorsey and the education she gets is so much more.

Living her new life, one she never dreamed of, Flannery gets gobsmacked when she receives notification that the scholarship she’d worked years for in high school, has disappeared. Without the money she’ll have to leave school and return home. It’s hopeless.

Until Flannery gets creative.

With the help of a friend, Flannery decides that selling her virginity to the highest bidder is the only option. When Cain discovers the plan his feelings of betrayal drive the lovers apart. She wants to stay in Michigan even if seeing Cain around campus with another woman would crush her but if she can convince him that she’s worth all the trouble more than just her virginity will be Up for Grabs.

About the author

Heather Young-Nichols is a multi-published YA and contemporary romance author and a native of the great and often very cold state of Michigan. She is better known at home and to her friends as the Snarker-in-Chief, a job she excels at beyond anything she could have imagined. She loves many things, but especially cold coffee, hot books, and baseball. But not necessarily in that order.

Find out more at Heather's Website.

And connect with her here:
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Bonus Scene
Cain’s POV
Up for Grabs

“I don’t get it, Cain,” Sam said. He was leaning against the brick wall next to the coffee cart while I waited for my order.

“Don’t get what?”

“Do you realize how early this is? Why would you take a class this fucking early?”

After I grabbed my large cup and began the slow journey toward my first class, Sam pushed off the wall to fall in step with me.

“I might be mistaken but I’m pretty sure you have a class right now, too.”

“Yes, but mine is required.”

“And mine is the last one I need for my minor.”

“Yeah,” he said but his focus was on the two girls that had just passed by. He turned around walking backward with me while watching them saunter away. “But you could have taken it any time.”

I came to a stop.

“This matters to you why?”

“I would have found a way out of my class if you would be less of an adult. Can’t have you out do me.”

I shook my head as I laughed at my best friend and got moving again. We’d been through everything together since we were kids and he probably wasn’t joking. He’d have skipped the class but was competitive enough to not let me make him look bad by being up early twice a week while he continued to snooze.

“This is me,” I said when were about to the right classroom.

“Still working out later?”


After all, just because it wasn’t soccer season didn’t mean we could let ourselves go. Not that either of us had any dreams of going pro, even if we were good enough. We just liked the competition not to mention it kept us in shape.

Sam kept walking when I turned into my room.

“Christ. Your mouth is huge. Big enough—”

I heard those words to my left. When I glanced toward the voice, the guy looked familiar but the girl was really familiar. I had a class with her last semester. She was quiet. Didn’t really talk to anyone there but it didn’t seem to be because she was sky. It came off more like she didn’t know anyone in the class. She was cute as hell then and cute as hell now with her hair thrown into a long braid pulled over her shoulder.

The corner of my mouth turned up and took a hard left down the row next to them.

As I glanced around the room, most of the faces were somewhat familiar though one I’d prefer not to see again. A girl I hooked up with last year.

“Go no further.” The familiar girl said throwing her hand up at the guy. I think his name was Adam and he just laughed loudly right at her.

Crap. They interacted so comfortably they were probably a couple. I should have asked her out last semester. My loss.

The professor came in cutting off all conversation in the room.

After giving the same first day of class spiel I’d heard for the last three years, the prof walking around the room herding us into groups. Expected in a communications class. Luck was on my side when he pointed at me, familiar girl, her boyfriend and the gangly kid sitting behind me. The couple made me laugh already and she was beautiful so it wouldn’t be all bad.

 “Ok,” Prof interrupted my thoughts. “These last fifteen minutes I want you to get together, introduce yourselves, and exchange information. In short, get comfortable. A good portion of your study time will be spent with these people.”

The four of us quickly pushed out desks together so we could see each other. Familiar girl was already hard at work writing in her notepad. I opened my mouth to introduce myself when I heard the guy again.

“Christ, Flannery that better not bruise.”

Flannery. Somehow the name fit her.

“Why? Got a swimsuit competition this week?” She asked back.

I snorted. So did the kid next to me.

“I’m Adam. This bitchy little thing is Flannery.”

His body flinched again. This time I heard her foot make contact with his leg.

“Ow. Ok. This sweet, docile young lady is Flannery.” Adam gave Flannery a smirk. “Happy?”

She nodded with enthusiasm.

“Flannery? What’s your first name?” Our last unknown member asked.

“Flannery,” she said back right away.

“Your first name is Flannery?” He asked again.

“Yes. Flannery Tate. Here.” She passed each of us a small section from her notebook. “All the ways you can 
get a hold of me. You guys should do the same. Ah … what’s your name?”

“Matt Mazer,” he answered.

“Cain Dorsey.” I said before anyone had a chance to ask.

Flannery’s big brown eyes turned to me. I held her gaze for as long as I could before she went back to focus on Adam.

“Oh right.” Adam snapped his fingers in my direction. I raised an eyebrow in return. “You’re Sam Allen’s roommate, right?”

I nodded.

“Flan, remember that Halloween party?” Adam asked turning to her.

“The one where your tongue spent most of its time down Kendra’s throat?”

That was the one. I knew I’d met him before.

“Yeah, that one. It was at their place off campus.”

“That’s where I’ve seen you.” She said her focus back on me.

I think I wanted her to keep it there. But I didn’t have a chance to utter another word before she started shoving her stuff into her backpack.

“Gotta run.” Flannery turned away from us then spun back around, grabbed my and Matt’s info then turned to leave again.

“Hot date this early, Flan? I’m scandalized,” Adam called behind her.

“Yeah, Adam. Hot date with my bed. Ava’s crying and whining kept me up all night. Again.” Flannery giggled. “Why do you look constipated?”

“Trying to decide.” He sat back stroking his chin. “I want to make a completely inappropriate joke about joining you in bed but also want to hear what’s up with Ava.”

“Well since you have no chance of getting in my bed…Ava and Jared broke up over Christmas. It’s a nightmare.”

“I take it you two already know each other,” I said because I really needed to know if they were together. I already wanted to ask Flannery out but not if she had a boyfriend and he was right in front of me. That wasn’t the kind of guy I was.

“Yeah, I’ve been cursed with him since the first day of college,” she said with a grin.

“The word you’re looking for, Flan, is blessed.” Adam laughed back at her.

I couldn’t help but chuckle. They were friends. Had been friends for a while but if they were really together, Adam would’ve let me know. That’s how guys work.

So I needed to find an opportunity to ask Flannery out on a date.

Same beat me back to the apartment and was already on the couch with a sandwich when I came through the door. That man could eat more than anyone I knew.

“How was nonverbal communications?” He asked then took a huge drink of water.


“I’d think you already knew how to communication nonverbally.”

I snorted.

“Not in an appropriate in public way.”

Sam chuckled. I knew where he’d been headed and got there first.

“Actually, it doesn’t suck.” I fell into the chair near the couch.


“Nope.” The ‘P’ on my nope popped.

“Ah, so there’s a girl.”

“Maybe.” I shrugged. “You remember the girl I mentioned last semester. Brown hair…she came with that girl Kendra you invited to your Halloween party?”

“Oh right.” He nodded. “She’s in your class?”

I nodded.

“You going to puss out on making a move again?”

“Fuck you,” I said with absolutely no malice. “I didn’t puss out. She just kind of kept to herself and I didn’t get a chance.”

“And now?”

“Now’s different.”

“She’s cute?” he asked.

“She’s beautiful, Sam. And I’ll cut your balls off if you go near her, got it?”

“Afraid I could woo her away from you?”


“Not a chance. I’m afraid you’ll do something stupid then I’ll marry the girl and have to kill you.”

His loud laughter echoed through the apartment as I went to drop my bag in my room.

Flannery would come and go so quickly that I hadn’t had a chance to ask her for her phone number. Nothing. She wasn’t avoiding me; she was just a busy person apparently.

A few classes later, Flannery came rushing in, no coffee in hand. I thought the cardboard cup was a permanent part of her hand but now her hand was empty. She always had one when she came to class.

Adam pushed back and propped his feet up on Flannery’s chair. I wasn’t watching him but he’d snorted just when she crossed the threshold so I wanted to see what he had planned.

Flannery stomped down the aisle and pushed his feet off her seat. Roughly.

“No coffee?” Adam asked loudly.

“Overslept,” she growled.

It was a real growl.

“That stinks.” He said then slurped a huge drink from his own coffee.

Flannery spun in her seat and said, “You suck.”

“You can have mine.” I offered my coffee without even thinking about it.

“I can’t take your coffee.” Flannery shook her head.

“Why not? I don’t have cooties. Plus, I haven’t taken a drink yet. Take it.” I thrust the cup out under her nose to ensure she’s smell the freshly brewed scent and hoped she didn’t mind black coffee.

“Take the fucking coffee so we’ll be able to stand you,” Adam answered for her. And earned himself a smack to the head courtesy of Flannery.

She smiled, took the coffee and dipped her head in appreciation.

“Oh god,” she groaned loudly, her eyes rolling back in her head.


That looked like something else.

“I think I need to marry you,” she said to me.

I laughed loudly, not caring that class was about to start. The professor already stood at the front of the room.

Flannery had just given me an in.

“If I’d known it’d be that easy …”

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Anti-Bullying Everyday

Did you know...

One out of every four students (22%) report being bullied during the school year (National Center for Educational Statistics, 2015).

19.6% of high school students in the US report being bullied at school in the past year. 14.8% reported being bullied online (Center for Disease Control, 2014).

64 percent of children who were bullied did not report it; only 36 percent reported the bullying (Petrosina, Guckenburg, DeVoe, and Hanson, 2010).

More than half of bullying situations (57 percent) stop when a peer intervenes on behalf of the student being bullied (Hawkins, Pepler, and Craig, 2001). 

The reasons for being bullied reported most often by students were looks (55%), body shape (37%), and race (16%) (Davis and Nixon, 2010).

October is national anti-bullying month, a time to raise awareness and participate in programs for prevention. In this spirit, I gave a presentation at an all-girls high school in NYC talking about my novel SUGAR, using our voices, and how sometimes the loudest bullies are in our heads, telling us we're too much or not enough. 

Here, I wanted to share an excerpt from my talk: 

"...This brings me to another point that's integral to Sugar's story. It's a variation on the voice I've been talking about. I think so many times, myself included, there's another voice that can be louder than the soul-voice deep inside. The one I've been talking about is the unique, sparkling, brilliant inner-voice that truly belongs to you. Sometimes it's hard for us to really hear our own voice, to see all the great pieces of who we are because of what we've heard, what we've been told, or what we've digested and tell ourselves. This was Sugar's experience. Mama, Skunk, kids at school, and in the community drowned her voice in an incongruent message about food and self-image, by bullying, through belittling comments and laughter about her size. And when that happened, those voices GOT louder than her soul-deep voice. She internalized those other voices as her own. 

This has happened to me as well. Maybe some of you too.

Sometimes the cruelest, harshest, and most hurtful voice is that other-voice, creeping in when we catch our reflection in a shop window, when seated next to a friend whose thighs are smaller or larger, or when scrolling through our Instagram feed where there's just so much bronzed skin.

For a long time, there was a LOUD other-bully-voice in my ears."

If this is true for you, we can shift the internal voice of the bully. 


Close your eyes. 

Have a look around—inside. 

What do you see? 
What do you feel? 

Your goodness? Strength? Resilience? Fortitude? Compassion? 

Pick a positive quality.  

Are you a kindness ninja? Careful listener-unicorn? Friendly dragon? 

Keep that. 

Open your eyes. 

Those same traits that make you don't stop on the surface. 

Eyes open, this time have a look around? What do you see? What do you feel? Stay focused on you because if I've learned anything about this life it's that: 

Comparison is a trap.

Instead of the shoulds, the criticism, the body judgments and the booty judgements and the eyes, nose, mouth judgments—instead of focusing on all of the things that we think we don't like, what if we listed and told "that other voice—the bully that has the mic" things we do like about ourselves? 

Are your eyes stunning? Are your toes adorable? What about those dimples? That smile? Those strong hips? 

Fill in the blank: Today I am _______.

One day at a time, one body-positive compliment at a time, push back against the inner-bully. You shine on the inside so tell that bullying critic that you shine on the outside and what you're really made of...some pretty outstanding stuff!  

I encourage readers to to check out PACER and participate in the events in October and all year long. 

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