This is my stop during the book blitz for Ugly Beautiful Girl by Tracy Krimmer. This book blitz is organized by Lola’s Blog Tours. The book blitz runs from 27 September till 3 October. See the tour schedule here.
Nerd. Weird. Ugly. That’s me. And I don’t want it to be anymore.
Now is my time to make my mark on the world. My college roommate doesn’t make it easy. Neither does her brother, Jesse, but for completely different reasons. He makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.
Wanted. Important. Beautiful.
But we can’t be together because it isn’t real. Someone like him could never fall for someone like me. We aren’t meant to fit together.
Even if I fall apart without him.
“Five more minutes, okay, Mom?” I roll to the side. My knee hits the
floor first, my hip slams into the ground, and my shoulder crashes onto
the floor. I rub my shoulder. That hurt, but thankfully I don’t think I broke
anything. What the hell is happening?
“I’m not your mommy, and you’re in my bed.”
I open my eyes and adjust my sight. Standing before me is a tall girl,
her blonde curls in a perfect symmetry around her head, falling well
beneath her shoulders. She has on more makeup than I probably even
own. I have one lipstick and an eyeliner. This girl is an entire makeup aisle.
“I’m sorry. I’m Violet,” I say as I realize who this woman is. “You must
be my roommate.” I stand and wipe my dark hair out of my face. Some of
it sticks to my cheeks, and I realize I’ve been drooling.
“Well, Violet, my name is Olivia, and the right side of the room is mine,
so I suggest you move your stuff before I move it for you. If I end up doing
it, chances are it’ll all end up on the grass outside.”
Great. When I imagined my college roommate, I hoped for someone I
could become friends with, we’d stay up late together, go to the best
parties (once I convinced myself to attend one), and maybe we’d even
have some of the same classes.
So much for that.
“Okay… When I got here the room was empty. No one had moved in
“Yeah, well, I’m here now. And the right side of the room is mine. So
move it or lose it.”
I stand there, trying to process what is happening as she goes into the
hallway and returns with a bag and two men behind her. “This girl is Lily,
or Hydrangea, or Daisy. Whatever. She’s named after a flower. It’s not
important. This area is mine so shove her stuff to the other side and put
“Sure thing, Liv.” The dark-haired boy slams a clearly over packed
suitcase onto the ground.
“Hey! Be careful with that, Alex.”
“Sorry.” The boy named Alex leaves the room for a moment and comes
back in pulling a cart full of boxes.
“Hey, my name is Jesse.” The other boy, with blonde hair meeting his
shoulders, a jawline stronger than steel, and eyes as green as the lushest
grass, reaches his hand out for me. “The devil over here is my sister. I
didn’t catch your actual name.”
Olivia glares at her brother, her face turning a hundred shades of red.
She ignores him, and I step in.
“My name is Violet. Don’t call your sister the devil.”
“He can call me whatever he wants. He knows he’s an asshole.” Shock
catches in my throat as I witness this banter between siblings. I’ll never
experience this, not until much later in life, but I certainly hope Rose and
I don’t call each other names like this, even in fun.
Based on Olivia’s face, I’m not so sure this is all in fun.
“Olivia can believe what she wants. Let me give you some advice,
Violet. My sister will act like she’s the boss, but you put her in her place.
She’s harmless, despite what she may have you think. Right, Alex?”
Alex stops mid-box drop and glances up at Jesse. He raises his
eyebrows and practically takes a chunk out of his lip. “Um…”
“Alex! You’re supposed to be my boyfriend. Defend me. Tell my
brother off!” She slaps Alex on the arm, and the box drops on his foot.
“Oh, please. That box has purses in it. It’s not like it’s full of books.”
She rolls her eyes and smiles.
“That’s right, Alex. We both know Olivia doesn’t read books.”
“Okay, get out.” She points to the door, her face so red now I can almost
feel the heat radiating off her. “Now! I’ll take care of this myself.”
Jesse smirks, nodding his head as he walks toward the door. He stops
for a moment before looking back at me. “Remember what I said. Don’t
let her get away with anything.”
Olivia picks her pillow up and throws it at Jesse, who ducks, sending
the pillow catapulting into the hallway. “Out!” The two walk toward the
door and she stops Alex. “Call me later.” She kisses him before slamming
the door in their faces.
Sigh. This should be fun.
You can find Ugly Beautiful Girl on Goodreads
You can buy Ugly Beautiful Girl here on Amazon
Ugly Beautiful Girl is available on Kindle Unlimited
About the Author:
Tracy’s love of writing began at nine years old. She wrote stories about aliens at school, machines that did homework for you, and penguins. Now she pens books and short stories about romance. She loves to read a great book, whether it be romance or science fiction, or any genre in between, or pop popcorn and catch up on her favorite TV shows or movies. She’s been known to crush a candy or two as well. Her loves include fitness, reading, coffee, dogs, and naps (not in that order), and her dislikes are blue cheese, cold weather, and burpees.
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