Tuesday, October 8, 2013

The Story of You and Me by Pamela DuMond Giveaway


Title: The Story of You and Me

Author: Pamela DuMond

Release date: September 17, 2013

Genre: Coming-of-Age, Contemporary Romance

Age Group: New Adult, Mature Young Adult

Event organized by: AToMR Tours; http://atomrbookblogtours.com

Links to the book:



She's driven to save a life.

He's haunted by breaking one.

Some secrets are too risky to share.

But nothing's more dangerous than falling in love...

Nineteen-year-old Sophie doesn’t listen to the naysayers because she has 

hope. The kind of hope that makes you do weird things—like travel two 

thousand miles away from everyone she knows and loves to a strange city.

So what if her first night in Los Angeles starts with a small misstep—a brief 

trip to the ER after twenty-one-year-old Alejandro, the hottest guy she’s 

ever met, saves her during a bar fight on the USCLA campus.

The stakes are high for Sophie—life and death—as she seeks answers 

to dark questions in a city that can be a slice of heaven, or a piece of hell. 

She’s running out of time on her journey to find healing. Falling for a guy 

isn’t part of her plan. But healing doesn’t always come the way you think 

you need it.

Sophie’s healing is six-foot-two-inches tall, has stunning hazel eyes, black, 

shiny hair and a rock solid chest that shelters her. Her healing is Alejandro.

But he’s not your typical college party boy—he has a dangerous past. 

Sophie isn’t the only one who keeps secrets. As they fall in love, he fears 

his truth might hurt her. And Sophie doesn’t know if she has the courage to 

tell him:

He can’t break her—because she’s already broken.

A Story of Hope. A Story of Love. A Story of Redemption.


About the Author

Pamela DuMond is the writer who discovered Erin Brockovich's life story, 

thought it would make a great movie and pitched it to 'Hollywood'.

She's addicted to The X Factor. The movies Love Actually and The Bourne 

trilogy (with Matt Damon -- not that other actor guy,) make her cry every 

time she watches them. (Like -- a thousand.) She likes her cabernet hearty, 

her chocolate dark and she lives for a good giggle.

When she's not writing Pamela's also a chiropractor and cat wrangler. She 

loves reading, the beach, yoga, movies, animals, her family and friends. 

She lives in Venice, California with her furballs. If she ever gets her act 

together, she might even blog more often.

She's constantly updating her website, which you can find at http://www.pameladumond.com


Author social media links:

http://www.pameladumond.com

https://www.facebook.com/pamela.dumond

https://twitter.com/Pamela_DuMond

http://www.pinterest.com/pameladumond/boards/


Giveaway

(1) eBook of The Story of You and Me (mobi, epub)
To enter, leave your name and email in a comment below. Ends Oct 11th 2013. Open internationally but Void where prohibited.

Excerpt
“Goodnight, Bonita.”

“Goodnight, Ralph.” I smiled and walked to my apartment’s door and 

put the right key in the lock.

“Wait! Who’s Ralph?”

I turned and regarded him. He looked confused. Gorgeous, delicious, 

but confused. I was so good at messing with Alpha boys. “Oh, gosh. I’m just 

an innocent Cheesehead.” I shrugged my shoulders, batted my eyes and 

pretended to swoon. “What do I know?”

“Apparently more than I gave you credit for,” he said. 

“About time.” I opened the door to my place and stepped inside. 

“Thanks for—”

“What do I get when I figure it out?” He stared at me. “I mean—when I 

figure out the Ralph reference I should at least win a prize or something for 

my efforts.”

“You’re never going to figure it out.”

“Don’t underestimate me.”

“What kind of prize do you want?” I asked.

“I want to kiss you,” he said.

A shiver zipped up and down my spine. I thought about it for a moment. 

Realized he’d never find the right answer. He’d also lose all interest in me 

the more he drove me. He thought I was exotic. I knew I was boring. So my 

reply was easy.

“Yes, Alejandro,” I said. “Yes, you can kiss me if you figure it out.” I shut 

my door, leaned back against it and smiled. 

Sophie: Two. 

Alejandro: Zero.

But who was counting?

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