I’m so excited to have the opportunity to participate in this year’s YA Scavenger Hunt! Today, I’m hosting NYT and USA Today best selling author Dawn Rae Miller. I’ve heard rumors that she has plans for 39 more books, but I’m not certain.
Ms. Miller was awesome enough to provide a deleted scene from Crushed , a YA/NA Contemporary Coming of Age, and the Pinterest page created for this book. You can also check out her book on Amazon.
Here is the synopsis:
For seventeen-year-old serial womanizer Fletch Colson, life is a game and if he plays by the rules, he’ll win it all: his dream college, his parents’ money, and a hot (if a little vapid) girl on his arm. Really, it couldn’t be easier. All he has to do is get good grades, live a privileged boarding school life, and try not to mess up too much.
However, when he accepts the seemingly impossible bet to change his ways and be “just friends” with smart, beautiful, tempting Ellie Jacobs – a girl who seems hell bent on confusing him – Fletch’s whole world is turned upside down.
Suddenly, what seemed simple and clear, no longer feels right and Fletch must decide if winning it all is worth losing a piece of himself.
According to Ms. Miller, this scene was cut because the book went in a completely different direction, focusing more on Fletch’s internal struggle and less on the day-to-day lives of a group of boarding school kids.
The lull between Sarah exiting the stage and the first beats of the music stretches on
forever. The sound wafts around me, and I freeze staring out at the hundreds of eyes watching
Brady shoves me forward. “Sing you prick. I know you have this damn song memorized.”
He lowers his sunglasses. “C’mon, don’t wuss out. Sing it for Ellie.”
Hall & Oates You Make My Dreams Come True fills the air. Reid and Brady crowd around
me, singing back-up.
I focus on Ellie. She smiles, and I shift into normal Fletch mode – the cocky guy people
expect me to be. In my mind, there’s no one else in the room but her. Who cares if I’m not the
best singer? Hell, I probably sound like cat stuck in washing machine, but Ellie doesn’t seem to
When I’m done, I sprint back to my seat.
Ellie leaps from her chair and plants a kiss on my cheek. Over my shoulder, she says to
the guys, “Thank you. That was awesome.”
Brady laughs. “Seriously, it was nothing. He listens to that song all the time.” I toss up
my hands to stop him, but he smirks. “It reminds him of you.”
Ellie slaps my arm. “Hey, none of that. I loved it.”
Shortly before ten, Sarah takes the stage again. “You all know who I am – I mean, who I
am am – not my costume. I’m dressed up like Lita Ford, but I’m not singing a Lita Ford song. I’m
going to do a little Joan Jett.”
She lifts a finger and Do You Wanna Touch Me blasts from the speakers.
“Oh damn!” Brady yells as Sarah struts across the stage, pausing only to gyrate.
Libby convulses in a fit of laughter, and Ellie’s laughing so hard she can’t breathe.
Mr. Jensen, not knowing what to do, ping pongs his head from the stage to the crowd
back to the stage.
Ellie jumps up and claps her hands over her head, keeping the beat. “Go Sarah!” she
Libby, with Brady and Reid, join Sarah on stage in her flagrant flaunting of what the
school deems “acceptable behavior.”
Oh what the hell, if they’re going down, might as well make it group effort. I rush the
It’s the longest three minutes of the night, and not because she sucks – she actually has
a great voice – but I can’t stop wondering what in the world possessed Ellie and her normally
calm friends to do something so out of character.
When the song ends, the crowd goes ape-shit crazy, and Sarah blows kisses until Mr.
Jensen yanks the microphone from her, covers it with his hand and gives her what seems to be
a few choice words. Sarah recoils for a second before blowing one more kiss and running back
to our table.
“What’d ya think? Was it legendary?” she asks between breaths.
“Totally!” Libby says.
Ellie leans closer to her. “What did Jensen say?”
“Oh, the normal, I suppose. I have detention next week.” She shoots Brady, Reid and me
a dirty look. “Not that I’m a stranger to detention.”
It goes right over their heads, but I understand. She’s still pissed at me.
I hope you enjoyed learning more about Dawn Rae Miller’s book, Crushed. If you’re interested in even more YA Scavenger Hunt fun, enter my rafflecopter giveaway, and check out Karen Kincy’s website for your next stop!
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