Blog Tour: Speed by BB Easton
Title: SPEED Author: BB Easton Genre: New Adult Romance Release Day: September 11th
Because BB Easton had so much fun writing her bestselling, award-winning memoir, 44 CHAPTERS ABOUT 4 MEN, she decided to give each of her four men his own steamy standalone! SPEED is the second book in the 44 Chapters spin-off series—a gritty, taboo love triangle overflowing with dark humor and tangible teen angst. It is based on a true story. After her possessive, psychopathic, rage-fueled ex, Knight, joins the Marines, sixteen-year-old BB is left trying, and failing, to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart. It isn't until she meets Harley James—an easy-going, tattooed mechanic with a face as angelic as his habits are sinful—that she learns how to live again. How to laugh again. But will she learn to love again? Over Knight’s dead body.
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November 11, 1998
I just got your letter. You don’t need to be fucking sorry. Just keep writing me, okay? Your letter was the first contact I’ve had with my old life since I got here.
Tell me about school. Tell me about your parents. Tell me what color your hair is now. Are you still growing it out?
Being here is so fucking weird. Nothing is the same. I don’t even feel like I’m on the same planet. This place looks like fucking Mars. And all the Martians have guns.
The food is different. The language is different. My clothes are different. And my problems are real fucking different. I used to have to suppress the urge to kill people, now it’s how I earn a fucking paycheck.
I want to remember what it was like to have an identity. To have stupid shit to worry about that didn’t involve being blown up by an IED. I want to remember what it was like to fall asleep with you on my chest instead of a twenty-pound flak jacket.
Shit, I have to go. Please write back. I love you.
November 25, 1998
So, you just want to hear about my life? That seems pretty fucking boring, but okay. Um, let’s see…I am still growing my hair out. My bangs are almost down to my nose now and the shaved part is like two inches long. I just bleached it all platinum blonde, which it doesn’t seem to be very happy about. The shit feels like pine straw now.
School is still going great. I’m out right now for Thanksgiving break. It’s looks like I’m going to get straight As again this semester, so I’m still on track to graduate early and get a scholarship to UGA or GSU. I’m leaning towards GSU. I don’t even think UGA would let me in. I’m pretty sure you have to submit photographic evidence that you own at least five red and black dresses and shake a pompom while doing a keg stand as part of the entrance application process.
My parents are fine. My dad still isn’t working. He just moves from the couch to the kitchen table a few times a day and mutters about how the government is coming to take his guns away. My mom is still teaching art at Peach State Elementary and trying to stay high every minute that she’s not there. I’m still working at Pier 1, and they’re still threatening to fire me at least once a week. Same old, same old.
That’s about it. I’m sure you don’t want to hear about the rest.
I probably shouldn’t say this, but…I miss you. I don’t even know why. You’re such an asshole. Hey, there’s some of your old identity for you. You’re an asshole named Knight. Ronald McKnight, actually. You have no middle name. You’re nineteen years old. Your mom is a fucking cunt. Your dad is some big shot businessman in Chicago who knocked her up and never looked back. You used to dress like a skinhead to keep people away even though you’re not even racist. You love animals. You used to leave food out for the stray cats in Little Five Points, and you took care of Peg’s German Shepherd every day after school.
You’re also an amazing tattoo artist and body piercer. You pierced all my private places and tattooed a knight on the inside of my finger. You wouldn’t do it on the outside, like I wanted, because you didn’t want it to be permanent. You didn’t want us to be permanent. You thought I deserved better.
But you were wrong.
And now here we are.
Be safe, Knight. I’ll write again soon.
PS – Instead of trying to hang on to who you used to be, maybe try to figure out who you are now. Because that guy I just told you about…you didn’t like him very much. And he didn’t like fucking anything.
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BB Easton lives in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia with her long-suffering husband, Ken, and two adorable children. She recently quit her job as a school psychologist to write stories about her punk rock past and deviant sexual history full-time. Ken is suuuper excited about it.