Book Blitz. Excerpt & Giveaway : Fighter Girl by Kathryn James
Published by: Swoon Romance
Publication date: May 17th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
“It began three days ago with a fight. Seems that for me, everything begins with a fight…”
Sammy Jo may be strong, fast and tough, even in heels, but she gets into trouble when she fights some local thugs to save a rich boy named Gregory.
Now bad guy McCloud is after her – and he’s even more dangerous than her forbidden love for Gregory.
Fighter Girl was published in the United Kingdom under the title GYPSY GIRL.
I ran to Gregory. I couldn’t take my eyes from the blood.
Milo’s knifed him! That’s what it looked like. I fell to my knees beside him. He was curled on his side, his legs drawn up, his hands hugging his ribs. His face was splattered with blood. His shirt was ripped and flapping in the breeze blowing through the parking lot.
I leaned over him, dreading to see a knife wound. “Hey, Gregory?”
I could smell the metallic tang of his blood. For a moment he didn’t move. And then suddenly he was coughing, and a spray of red droplets misted into the air as he pushed himself with his grazed hands over onto his back, the breath hissing through his teeth.
He was alive at least. I put my hands on his shoulders and made him lie back down, but he thought I was one of the bad boys and tried to push me away. I had to grab his hands and make him lie back.
Suddenly there was a click from above us. “Aw, did your boyfriend get hurt?”
Milo was perched on the wall like a monkey, phone in his hand, taking photos. “Why did you do this?” I shouted, my voice breaking. He laughed. “To teach you a lesson. Next time it’ll be your sister if you don’t leave town.”
He gave me the finger again and disappeared over the wall like a rat. I would’ve loved to follow him. My blood was boiling. But it could wait. I had to see to Gregory. I let go of his hands. “It’s Sammy-Jo. Just lie still. Let me check you over.”
His eyes flicked open. He squinted at me and then he relaxed back onto the pavement.
I pulled his shirt back, fumbling with the buttons. One was stuck; I ripped it away. He was skinny, his bones showing under pale skin that looked as new and tender as a baby’s. I almost fainted with relief when I saw his ribs.
He hadn’t been stabbed.
There was no wound, but he was a mess. There was a bruise spreading in the center of his chest. It was in the shape of a foot, and already going purple and black. There was a faint pattern to it like you get from the sole of a sneaker. Milo or one of his brothers had stomped on him.
The cat meowed and came rubbing against my feet, but I had to push it away, and it paddled off through the blood, shaking its paws. The puddle of crimson blood was coming from the gash in his head. It ran straight across his eyebrow and over to his temple. It would need stitches. I’d been trained to do first aid at the gym because fighters are always getting cuts, especially their eyebrows where the skin is thin and hard bone lies just beneath. But this was the worst I’d seen. It hadn’t been caused by a punch. The cowards had jumped on him from behind as he came looking for me.
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She’s also written scripts for a local video production company, many of them for children and teenagers.
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