Cover Reveal: P.S. I Like You by Kasie West

When Kasie sent me a message to ask if I would help with the cover reveal for her newest contemporary YA novel with Scholastic, I jumped all over it because it's Kasie. I love her, I love her books, I love it all. So I am so excited to share with you not only the cover, but also some bonus content from The Fill-In Boyfriend and a giveaway!

You ready for this?

Let's do it, Kasie:

Hello!! Kasie West here! Thank you Hannah for hosting me today and thank you readers for wanting to see my cover! You’ve probably already scrolled down to look at it, but hopefully you’ll come back up here and read this too because I’d love to tell you about what else you’ll find in this blog post.

1. The cover (of course)
2. A summary of the book
3. An extended scene from THE FILL-IN BOYFRIEND (not found in the book!)
4. A raffle! You can win an ARC of PS I LIKE YOU (I don’t have ARCs yet, but as soon as I do, I will award this prize)
5. And remember to visit all the blogs participating in the cover reveal today because each blog has a different number 3! And if you leave a comment on each blog that counts as another entry for the ARC.

And here she is……..the cover!

 

Summary:

 Signed, sealed, delivered . . .

While zoning out in Chemistry class, Lily scribbles some of her favorite song lyrics onto her desk. The next day, she finds that someone has continued the lyrics on the desk, and added a message to her. 

Soon, Lily and her anonymous pen pal are exchanging full-on letters— sharing secrets, recommending bands, and opening up to each other. Lily realizes she’s kind of falling for this letter writer. Only who is he?  As Lily attempts to unravel the mystery, and juggle school, friends, crushes, and her crazy family, she discovers that matters of the heart can’t always be spelled out . . .

Kasie West brings irresistible wit, warmth, and sparkle to this swoon-worthy story of love showing up when you least expect it. 

I hope you’re as excited to read this book, as I am to publish it. I can’t give you any more of PS I LIKE YOU right now, but I’d love to share an extended scene from a previous book.

The Fill-In Boyfriend

Parking lot prom scene—Hayden’s POV

“For someone who claims not to care about prom, you sure are taking forever to get ready.” I leaned against Bec’s doorframe. It had been a long time since I’d seen my sister in minimal make up. She looked younger, softer.

            “Shut up.” Okay maybe not softer.

            I knew it wasn’t prom she was worried about. “Does Nate know you like him?”

            She nodded toward my shirt. “Does the world know you think Colin Baker was the best Doctor?”

“Funny.”

She laughed. “I should also tweet that you’re happy there’s only one season of Firefly.”

“Now you’re just being vindictive.”

She threw a hair tie at me. “Go away.”

“Just hurry, okay? I can’t be your taxi all night. I have school stuff to do.” I’d promised Meredith we could practice the scene we would be performing on Monday in class and considering I’d put it off for two weeks, I needed to do it.

“Fine. Get out. I’ll be ready when you leave.”

‘Ready when you leave’ apparently meant another thirty minutes. By the time we were in the car, her date picked up, and on the way to the school gym, I was twenty minutes late to Meredith’s. She’d already texted me twice. I felt the phone in my pocket buzz again.

            The parking lot was full of cars but no people. Bec was more than fashionably late.  I turned into a parking spot, my headlights sweeping over a form in front of me. I was wrong. There were people in the lot. A couple hugging.

            “Out.” I didn’t need to watch a show and I was already late.

            “You know you love me,” Bec said. “I’ll text you when I’m done.”

            “Have fun.”

            Bec got out first and as Nate slid toward her open door I said, “Treat her right.”

            “Yes, sir,” he said before shutting the door.

            I grabbed my phone and shot off a text to Meredith then reached to shift the car into gear, checking to make sure the couple hadn’t moved into my path. That’s when I saw the guy push the girl away from him. He was a big guy and the action made me freeze, worried she might be in trouble. I turned off the lights and engine of my car, pretending to park and grabbed a book off the passenger seat.

            Muffled screaming between the two had me weighing my options. I couldn’t beat the guy up, he was Captain America size. I’d been known to talk down a hot head or two. I could call the cops. Just as I thought I’d have to make a decision sooner than later, he walked away, got in his car, and drove off. I could’ve probably beaten him up if I’d needed to.

            The girl leaned against a truck, putting a hand to her forehead. That jerk left her with no way home, I realized. She looked miserable. Alone…no…lonely. Her head snapped up and met my stare. She stood straight, throwing her shoulders back, her face becoming a mask. I dropped my eyes to the book I held. Hopefully she’d go inside now, find some friends or something, and I could leave.

            A shadow passed across the side of my car, in front of the lights shining from the gym, then there was a tap on my window. She stood there, staring at me, her look almost as hard as my sister’s. It was probably time to drive away. Against my better judgment, I rolled down the window.

            “Hi,” she said.

            “Hey.”

            “Do you go here?”

            “What?”

            Do you go to school here?”

            “No. We just moved here, but I’m finishing out the year at my old school.”

            “You’re here dropping off your brother?”

            She thought Nate was my brother? Did she know Nate? I was so confused at why we were still talking. “Sister.”

            “Perfect.”

            I raised my eyebrows. What did she need?

            “You get to be my date.”

            I had not seen that coming. “Uh…”

            “Do you live close? Because you can’t go in there in jeans and a T-shirt. Especially one with a telephone booth on it.”

            Bec would crucify her if she heard that. “A telephone booth? Seriously?”

            “Do you at least have some dark pants and a button-down shirt? Maybe a tie? A teal tie would be awesome to match me but I’m not holding my breath about that.” She tilted her head assessing me. Did she honestly think I was going to be her date? “And do you happen to own contacts and some hair product?”

            “I’m just going to roll up my window now.”

            “No. Please.” She put her hand on top of the window, preventing me from closing it. Her guard came down again. The confident air dissolved into desperation, sadness. Her brown eyes pleaded with me. I was weakening. It was obvious this girl didn’t need a savior. She seemed the type that got her way often enough. Hold strong.

            “My boyfriend just broke up with me. I’m sure you saw. And I really don’t want to walk into my senior prom alone. Plus my friends didn’t think he existed. Long story, but I need you to be him. Two hours. That’s all I’m asking for. Besides, you’re just sitting here anyway waiting for you sister. It will be way more fun than sitting in a parking lot.”

            It took a minute to detangle her words, figure out what she was asking. Then it hit me. “You want me to pretend to be Captain America?”

            “They’ve never met him, so they have no idea what he looks like. Besides you’re…”

            She paused and I wondered how she was going to finish that. If she watched better shows she might have some references.

            “I can pay you,” she spit out instead.

            I raised my eyebrows. “I’m sure there are services for that. Maybe you can try calling 1-800-HOOKERS or something?”

            She rolled her eyes but smiled her first smile. It helped. “You know that number well?”

            The joke caught me off guard and I laughed. She did have some spunk in there.

            “Fine. If you feel weird about taking money, I’ll owe you.”

            “Owe me what?”

            “I don’t know…If you’re ever in need of a fake date, I’ll be there for you.”

            Right. Like my friends would believe a girl like this would go out with a guy like me. This girl was…well…she was hot. I wasn’t going to say that though. “I’m not exactly in the habit of requiring fake dates.”

            “Well, fine. I’m glad you can get a real date whenever you want, but I can’t. Well, I mean, I usually can, but obviously not right now in the middle of an empty parking lot.”

            Why did she have to look so lonely? “Fine.”

            “Fine?” Her eyes widened. I wasn’t sure why she was so surprised. She seemed like she was going to talk until I said yes.

            “Yes. I live six blocks from here. I’ll go change into something more prom worthy.” I rolled up the window and mumbled, “I don’t believe she just talked me into this with those brown eyes and smile.” This was the last thing she’d be able to talk me into. Ever.

That was a long scene. If you actually read the whole thing, you’re awesome and I love you. If you didn’t and just really want to enter the raffle, I still love you.

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