Wednesday, September 25, 2013

The Art of Letting Go by Anna Bloom Excerpt

The Art of Letting Go by Anna Bloom is a Mature NA Romantic Comedy set in England (and is full of British charm and humor!). We're excited to present you with the cover, an excerpt and a giveaway in anticipation of the release of this fantastic book on September 25th!

The Uni Files: Year One- The Art of Letting Go by Anna Bloom
Due to Release September 25th, 2013 by Soul Mate Publishing
One year. One woman. One
Diary. One question: can you ever stop history from repeating itself
and if you could what would you do to stop it?
When Lilah McCannon
realises at the age of twenty-five that history is going to repeat
itself and she is going to become her mother—bored, drunk and wearing a
twinset—there is only one thing to do: take drastic action.
Turning her back on her old life, Lilah’s plan is to enrol at university, get a degree and prove she is a grown-up.
plans go, it is a good one. There are rules to follow: no alcohol, no
cigarettes, no boys and no going home. But when Lilah meets the lead
singer of a local band and finds herself unexpectedly falling in love,
she realises her rules are not going to be the only things hard to keep.
the academic year slipping by too quickly, Lilah faces a barrage of new
challenges: will she ever make it up the Library stairs without having a
heart attack? Can she handle a day on campus without drinking vodka?
Will she ever manage to read a history book without falling asleep? And
most importantly, can she become the grown-up that she desperately wants
to be.
With her head and her heart pulling her in different
directions can Lilah learn the hardest lesson that her first year of
university has to teach her: The Art of Letting Go?

Find the book: Goodreads

About the Author:
Anna Bloom is a contemporary romance writer
who writes about life as it happens. Combining a busy schedule of looking after
two small children whilst working in a local school and completing The Uni
Files series she also spends a lot of time imagining
kissing hot guys – all in the name of her art.
Find the author: Website/Blog | Facebook | Twitter | GoodReads


Last night.
By the time there was a knock on
my door, I was ready and completely geared up. I enhanced my normal minimal
makeup routine with smoky eyes and lashings of eyeliner. The crazy fuzz cut was
managing to look quite funky. I could not guarantee it would hold.
I am rewarded for my efforts by
Meredith dropping her drink all over the floor and Beth announcing very loudly
that she may fancy me after all. I cringe at her loud voice, shushing her with
my hand, which they both think is hilarious.
“Don’t worry, Lil, he has already
walked over with Jayne. You would have heard them leave had you not been so
busy singing. “
“Bite me. “
“You look lovely, Lilah,” Meredith
says, seeming very sincere, and I give her a big hug.
I should own up to the fact that I
have had a few sneaky drinkies in my room whilst getting ready.
We head out of the door and run
across to Digby. Well, I totter, but at a reasonable pace despite the
As we push through the doors, I
have the immense satisfaction of seeing Ben, who is sitting in the corner,
choke on his beer. I give a little half-interested wave of my hand,
acknowledging that I have seen him, and saunter over to the bar.
Trev gives a low whistle when he
sees me, and proceeds to give me a drink on the house.
Blimey! Who would have thought
that getting dressed up would have had this much effect? I should have done it
ages ago. There is a DJ playing, but as yet there is no one on the dance floor,
so we stand at the bar and make girly chitchat.
Jayne comes over from her table
and high fives me. “Well done. Lilah! The whole football team wants to give you
a shot. “
I blush furiously and swat her
away. Shame for them, there is only one member of the team from which I would
be open to offers.
After a while, Tristan arrives. He
actually spends so much time on campus I don’t know why he does not enrol and
just study here as well. He gives me a wink as he leans in to say hi.
“Going all out, Lil?”
“Better believe it,” I respond
with a wink of my own.
I feel completely amazing. For the
first time in my entire life, my confidence is at an all-time high. I grab a
drink and start mingling around, greeting people I recognise. It takes them all
a moment to register who I am, and then I get a lot of hugs. It's great, but
then again it's a bit worrying. Do I walk around looking like scruffy moose the
rest of the time? The only person who doesn’t come and speak to me is Ben. I
maturely decide to ignore this. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the
blues flash as he watches me talk to a couple of the guys from History class.
Ha! Stick that, sucker.
Five vodkas later and the Lilah
dancing machine is out in full force. There are not that many people on the
dance floor but I don’t care. I dance away quite merrily until I realise that
the room is spinning rather a lot. I try to slow my pace but the room is still
spinning which makes me realise that it must be my head and not the crazy dance
I am performing.
“I am going out for a smoke,” I
tell Meredith, who is doing something I would rather not witness with Tristan
on the dance floor.
Outside, I lean against my tree
(yes, it is mine) and merrily smoke away. As I smoke I start to sober up a
little bit. What on earth am I doing?
My whole reasoning for the day begins to make no sense to me at all.
I don’t want to get back together
with Ben because I want him to go to the States and have his great career.
It was me who suggested being
It is me who has enjoyed the last
week of being friends and the casual flirting that has been simmering under the
It is me who knows that eventually
I am just going to have to let go of him being a part of my life.
So why the fuck am I dressed up to
the nines attempting to get his attention?
By the time I am on my second
cigarette, leaning against the tree with my eyes shut, I am feeling like a
complete idiot and just want to go back home and get changed into my comfy
jeans and a hoodie.
I feel a hand slide down my arm. I
don’t have to open my eyes to know who it is. I would know that touch anywhere.
“What are you doing out here,
Lilah? It is freezing. “
I don’t bother opening my eyes,
but wave my cigarette in the general direction of his voice, hoping I don’t set
his hair alight.
“Look at me,” he says, his voice
soft and very close to my ear.
I open my eyes and meet his.
“Hey,” I say.
“Hey,” he whispers back

Participate in the Read-Along! Anna Bloom and other bloggers are hosting a read-along for this great book from September 27th to October 13th.  Be sure to stop by for all the details and to sign up!


In celebration of the release Anna Bloom is giving away a $20 Gift Card, open worldwide! You can choose which place you'd like it to be for since Amazon isn't available everywhere. 

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  1. Hm... wondering if this one has a lot of growth. Looks like it is set up for some.

  2. I have been complaining about the NA genre being so dramatic, I could totally handle something funny. British humor is always interesting. Thanks for sharing, this does look fun.


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