Tuesday, January 29, 2013

BLOG STOP + GIVEAWAY: Derailed & Veer (Clayton Falls Series) by Alyssa Rose Ivy

Title: Derailed (Clayton Falls #1)
Author: Alyssa Rose Ivy
Release Date:  Sept 23/2012
Adquired: Epub copy provided by author
Goodreads: ADD
Purchase: Amazon/Kobo Books

(FREE on both Amazon and Kobo Books until the end of the tour!)

When you're lost, sometimes the only place you can go is home.

Broken over the death of her fiancé, Molly leaves law school to return to her childhood home in North Carolina. Expecting to lay low until she can figure out what else to do with her life, she finds herself in the arms of her high school sweetheart, the boy who represents everything from the past she tried to leave behind.

Looking for an escape, she instead finds a way back to the girl she almost forgot existed and a future she never dreamed possible.


Title: Veer (Clayton Falls #2)
Author: Alyssa Rose Ivy
Release Date:  Sept 23/2012
Adquired: Epub copy provided by author
Goodreads: ADD
Purchase: Amazon/Kobo Books

Only when you let go can you learn to live.

Between the death of her mother and pushing through law school without her best friend, it's been a tough year for Becca. Needing a break from Boston, she moves to a tiny coastal North Carolina town for a relaxing summer. After bumping heads repeatedly with a local cop, she realizes her summer will be anything but quiet.

Three years after a career ending injury ruins his chance to play Major League Baseball, Gavin has a distrust of northerners and lately girls in general. He wants nothing to do with a girl who is only in town for the summer.

When the two give in to their impossible attraction, they realize that they may just have found the key to freeing themselves from the ghosts of their pasts.



“Tell me about your job,” I asked after Gavin popped open our second bottle of wine. I wasn’t sure where the first one went, but it was good, and I wasn’t complaining.

“My job?” He poured more into his empty glass.
“Yeah. Is being a cop like it is on TV?”

He laughed. “Not exactly. Well, unless you watch cop shows that involve ticketing farmers for tractor violations or making sure teens don’t get too crazy with their parties.”

“Come on, there has to be more.”

He took a long sip of wine. “No, really there isn’t. Crime isn’t much of a problem here.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” I guess there were some benefits of living in the middle of nowhere.

“Not bad, just boring.” He stared pensively down into his wine.

“I get that.”

“What do you plan to do after you graduate?” His hazel eyes had more green in them than usual, probably because he was wearing a green t-shirt.

I relaxed back into the arm of the couch, enjoying my wine before answering. “I want to work for the District Attorney in Boston. I’d love to be an assistant D.A. one day.”

“A prosecutor? I can see that. I’d bet you’d be pretty intimidating in the court room.”

“Intimidating?” I laughed. “Not exactly, but I think I’d be good at it. I’m on the trial team at school, and I’ve done pretty well.”

“Well, I definitely wouldn’t want to be a criminal you were trying to put behind bars.”

“I’m not that scary.”

“No, you’re not.” He looked at me for a minute, finishing off his glass. “Are you ready for more?”

“I probably shouldn’t, but why not?” An idle thought about how in the world I was going to get home hit me, but I was already tipsy, and I easily brushed it off.

“Well I know you said you don’t see much action as a cop here, but at least you’d be ready for it if you did.”

He poured a little more wine in my glass. “What do you mean?”

“I just mean you’re in good shape—you could handle whatever.” I was fighting the urge to run my hand down his chest. His t-shirt clung to it tightly, and I remembered what his chest had looked like that day on the beach.

To distract myself, I pulled out my hair tie and let my hair fall down.
A small smile spread across his lips as he reached over to take a lock of my hair between his fingers. “I like when you wear your hair down.”

“Yeah? It’s pretty long. I’m growing it out for Locks for Love.”

“Oh, the wigs for cancer patients? That’s really cool.”
“Yeah. I think it’s almost long enough now.” I didn’t go into all of the reasons it was important to me. Most revolved around my mom.

“I’m sure it’ll still look good short, but I like it now.”


Watching him play with my hair undid me. I lost my battle and reached out to touch him, tentatively at first. “Let me rephrase my previous comment. You’re in amazing shape.” I could feel the blood rushing to my face and knew I was blushing, but I got a little braver, moving my hand more.

He chuckled. “You’re not in such bad shape yourself.” I felt his hand on my leg and realized belatedly that my skirt was riding up. This would usually have been the point where I would have moved the guy’s hand and excused myself, but I didn’t want to.

“You know, I had a dream about you last night.” Alcohol made me honest. Very, very honest.

“A good dream?” His hand moved further up my leg.

“A really, really good dream.”

“That’s a coincidence. I had the same kind about you last night. But then again, I’ve been having them all week.”


“Uh huh.” His lids were getting heavy. I knew if I wanted to bolt, I was going to have to act fast. I didn't move.


Alyssa Rose Ivy is a Young Adult and New Adult author who loves to weave stories with romance and a southern setting. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with the South after moving to New Orleans for college. After years as a perpetual student, she turned back to her creative side and decided to write. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and two young children, and she can usually be found with a cup of coffee in her hand.
Contact Links



Thank you to Giselle from XpressoBookTours for hosting this tour and allowing me the opportunity participate!

1 comment:

Comment love is always appreciated! =)
I will always try my best to comment back!