Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Depth of Field Blog Tour Stop: Excerpt and Giveaway

Hey Everyone! I'm so pleased to be the next stop on ECW Press's blog tour to celebrate the release of Chantel Guertin's second YA release, DEPTH OF FIELD!!! 


Depth of Field (Pippa Greene #2)
by: Chantel Guertin
Now Available!!!
Publisher: ECW Press
Purchase your copy: Amazon | Chapters/Indigo | B & N | Kobo
Synopsis courtesy of Goodreads:
Warning!!! May contain spoilers for The Rule of Thirds...
Two weeks in New York City should be the time of Pippa’s life: she’s attending the prestigious Tisch Photography Camp, her boyfriend, Dylan McCutter (two months and counting!) is coming with her, and their parents are 500 miles away. Talk about lights, camera, (swoony, unchaperoned) action! But what should be 14 unforgettable days of bliss turns into chaos when her one and only nemesis, Ben Baxter, proves to be surprisingly more complex than she could’ve ever imagined, and her Tisch mentor, a renowned photographer, seems to have a lot more to do with her parents’ past than anyone wants her to know. Is Pippa out of her depth?

Picking up where she left off in The Rule of Thirds, Pippa Greene returns in Depth of Field, in a story full of the same heart, comedic touches, and romance that made readers fall in love with Chantel Guertin’s charming YA series. 


Excerpt from Chapter 1
THE PLAN
                                   
1.     Go to NYC! For the first time in my life! (Aside from the 72 hours I lived there after traveling down the birth canal — TMI? probably — and being born, but I was 0–72 hours old, so I don’t remember much. Correction: I don’t remember anything.)
2.     To Tisch photography camp! Yes! Because even though Ben Bastard (a.k.a. Ben Baxter) came first place at Vantage Point this year by using my photos, I came second!
3.     Ignore Ben Baxter because there will be 22 other students there from the East Coast. And …
4.     There will be Dylan! A.k.a. Official Boyfriend. (Or OB, as Dace is now calling him, which makes him sound like a feminine hygiene product.) Dylan’s going to work for his uncle, the Manhattan-based concert merchandise mogul, and totally see the ins and outs of working in the music industry. And meet a ton of bands. Maybe even pitch his own music to a record producer? Pipe dream, probably, but then he could forget about college—what Harvard?—and move to New York, with me (if I get into Tisch for college of course, small detail). Bottom line: Dylan + me + NYC = pretty much as awesome as it gets.
5.     And Dace! Who’s coming along to find an agent and start her path toward becoming the next Cara Delevingne. Minus the drug scandal.
6.     So, in sum: 336 Hours. 1 Big Apple. 0 Rules.
                                   
THE REVISED PLAN
                                   
1.     Go to New York alone. Why? Because:
2.     Dace’s mom decided that the likelihood of Dace becoming the next Cara Delevingne with the drug scandal was possibly greater than her becoming C-Diddy without. Or that all she’d end up doing was shopping. (Likely.) And that algebra was more important than all of the above. (Debatable.) And:
3.     Dylan isn’t coming either. Turned out Dylan’s uncle isn’t going to be in NYC because he’s going to be on the road managing merch sales for the Cherry Blasters. Feeling guilty, maybe, about kiboshing Dylan’s NYC trip, he offered Dylan the chance to join him and the Cherry Blasters on tour. And Dylan took it. (Obvi.)
4.     So now I’m going to be in New York WITHOUT my BFF or my OB. And instead:
5.     Stuck in New York WITH the single person I despise most in the world: Ben Baxter.
                                   
                                   
“I have to say, for someone who hasn’t stopped talking about Vantage Point and Tisch and New York for, like, months, you are totally missing the point right now,” Dace says, winding a section of my hair around her new five-attachment curling wand. It’s the kind without the clamp, which gives you great waves, only you have to wear the glove or you’ll burn your fingers off, which is why Dace is curling my hair for me while I moan. It’s late Saturday afternoon and we’re in my room—me on my desk chair, Dace standing behind me.
            “I’d like to feel sorry for you,” she says, “but I don’t think I need to remind you that I’m the one who’s stuck in Spalding, while you’re in the greatest city in the world. Even your emo boyfriend is traveling across the East Coast with one of his favorite bands. So can I get a little pity party over here, please?” she says, making sad eyes at me in the mirror.
I laugh. “OK, OK. You have a point.”
            “Aaaaaand you’re done. Shake it out.” I flip my head over and shake my head as instructed, then flip it back again. Dace smoothes it and nods her approval just as the doorbell rings.
            “It’s your big night,” she says excitedly.
            What she means is it’s my final date with Dylan pre-departure. He’s planned something—no idea what. Dace thinks it includes sex. Which I’ve told her a billion times it doesn’t, on account of my three-month rule. She thinks I’m just holding out so that she can have sex before me, since she’s always claimed she’d be first, but she doesn’t even have any prospects at this point. Which would be totally fine with me, because I’m in no rush. I mean, OK, I’m not exactly the poster child for virginity at this point—er, technically—but Dyl and I haven’t actually done it. No Capital S sex. Yet. And I do think that’s a big deal, which is why I’m determined to stick it out for three months before I turn in my official V-card. Three months is kind of arbitrary I suppose, but when Dylan and I finally became exclusive BF/GF, I decided on it: Three Months. It seemed like a respectable amount of time to wait—more than, say, summer vacation, but less than an entire semester of English class, which is where we seem to only read about star-crossed lovers: Catherine and Heathcliff, Lancelot and Guinevere, Romeo and Juliet. Anyway, tonight is our last night together before we’re separated for two whole weeks. Parting really is such sweet sorrow.
            I check my outfit one last time—scoop T, black crop jeggings, brown booties, brown military jacket—and dab on some lipgloss before I run downstairs to open the door. Dylan. Those green eyes. Swoon. He grins at me, then holds out a cactus—one of those ones with the round bulb on top so it kind of looks like the Space Needle. “Needs no water while you’re gone.” I back up so he can come inside. He kicks his snowy boots against the doorway’s metal ledge—today was December’s first snowfall—as I take the cactus and place it on the small table where we throw our keys.
            “You look gorgeous.”
            “Dace did my hair,” I say awkwardly.
            “I wasn’t looking at your hair.” He grabs me by the hips and pulls me in to him. My breath catches as he leans forward, and then his lips are on mine.
           Excerpt from Depth of Field by Chantel Guertin © 2014 by ECW Press. Used with permission from the publisher.


Wanna continue Pippa's story? Well here's you chance, enter the rafflecopter below, for a chance to win a finished copy of DEPTH OF FIELD by Chantel Guertin!

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Don't miss the beginning of Pippa's journey in THE RULE OF THIRDS, click here to read my review of Guertin's YA debut!






Be sure to stop by other stops on the DEPTH OF FIELD blog tour, for reviews, excerpts, guest posts and SO MUCH MORE!!!

Words of Mystery - Friday, August 1 - Giveaway & Review
Sukasa Reads - Saturday, August 2 - Review & Giveaway
Stay Bookish - Monday, August 4 - Tisch Camp post, Dream Cast, Giveaway
Booking it with Hayley G - Tuesday, August 5 - Excerpt & Giveaway
The Book Belles - Wednesday, August 6 - Review
Read My Breath Away - Thursday, August 7 - Review
Write All the Words! Friday, August 8 - Review & Guest Blog
Ramblings of a Daydreamer - Sunday, August 10 - Review & giveaway
The Book Bratz - Monday, August 11 - Review & Giveaway

Special thanks to Chantel and ECW Press for allowing me to participate in this tour!

4 comments:

  1. I've been to summer camp for two years a few years back but not much exciting things happened. The most exciting thing that happened was that we had a water bottle fight on the last day of camp!

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    1. Haha I never got to have a water bottle fight, but I definitely remember I got to play one of the wicked witches in a production of The Wizard of Oz when my sister and I attended Art Camp haha!

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  2. I do not. I never went to camp. Thanks!

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