Candy Colored Sky by Ginger Scott

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โThis book is coming of age PERFECTION. Youโll see pieces of yourself, of your heart and your soul in this story. This is a top read forever for me. There arenโt enough stars. HIGHLY recommend!โ – Bestselling Author Dylan Allen
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Blurb:
Jonah Wydner has been in love with his neighbor Eleanor Trombley for years. He has watched her life play out from the sidelinesโhomecoming dances, football parties, and first dates. Her life seemed easyโฆsimpleโฆ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ง๐ฆ๐ค๐ต. The complete opposite of his own.
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But when Eleanorโs younger sister goes missing and the national media sets up camp in the middle of their street, the girl with the seemingly perfect life shows up in Jonahโs garage in search of a place to hide from the hurt and chaos. What begins as one night becomes many filled with unexpected surprises and unveiling, healing truths about Jonahโs own messy past.ย
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Soon, Jonah gets to know the real Eleanor, and discover all the ways theyโre the same. Friendship blossoms into more, plans turn into promises, and hopes and dreams become shared under the warm glow of the fading Midwestern sunsets. But how far can a kiss under a candy-colored sky take them? And what happens when the clouds close in?
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EXCERPT:
ย โYou know, itโs an excellent time to climb up on the roof and watch the sun go down.โ Her fingers slip away as she makes the suggestion, and I find my hands frozen in place for a moment all on their own. I shove them back into my pockets.
โIs it really that late?โ I lift a brow.
โItโs almost four.โ She winces and I join her.
โI donโt think Iโve slept this late since I had the flu sophomore year,โ I admit.
She laughs at my response, then hits the button for the garage door.
โThis used to be a regular Saturday morning occurrence for me,โ she says.
โIโm pretty sure you canโt call it morning,โ I add.
She spins on her heels as she moves out of the garage and points at me.
โYou are probably right.โ
We cross my driveway to the very dead grass in our side yard. Eleanor leaps up to grab the eave but her fingers slip at her first attempt. She crouches to jump again but stops, spinning to face me as she points over her shoulder with her thumb.
โYou been sunset watching without me?โ she asks.
The ladder is still out. I havenโt touched it since the last time we went up there.
โThat would sound a lot better than admitting Iโm too lazy to put it away, but sadly, Iโm a lazy ass.โ I mush my lips together and shrug.
โWell, my muscles are not feeling it today, so letโs just say you were planning ahead.โ She marches to the ladder and scales it two rungs at a time. Even at her laziest, sheโs got me beat.
She waits at the roofโs edge for me this time, and Iโm a little embarrassed because I climb ladders the same way my grandfather doesโlike one wrong move might break a hip. I crawl onto the shingles as she stands and holds a hand out for me.
โI canโt run and leap over there like you do,โ I say, waving my hand just out of reach. Itโs like Iโm about to shake on a deal and I want to make sure I know the terms.
Eleanor leans her head back and the sound of real laughter pours out with the rasp that Iโve missed.
โItโs fine. Iโll go slow,โ she says, taking my hand and helping me to my feet.
I sway a little, only half joking that Iโm searching for my balance. I notice that she walks along the rooftop on her toes, almost like a ballerina making her way to center stage. I move with the grace of a Clydesdale.
We settle in the ridge this time and I lower myself carefully, dividing my weight over both sides of the roof. Eleanor seems to collapse into a sitting position, her legs knotted together as she perches at the apex facing me. I breathe out a laugh at how different we are.
โWhat?โ she asks.
โJust, you can tell you do things like gymnastics and stuff. Itโs pretty clear I work out math equations.โ I shrug.
โYouโd think that would make you more confident up here, being able to compute the exact angles and all that junk,โ she argues.
โHuh,โ I say, taking her reasoning to heart. I glance to my left and then my right, but before I can fully take in the angle of the descent behind me I grip the roofโs surface beneath my thighs.
โNope. Thereโs no math logic for this,โ I say.
She giggles, an actual giggle. Itโs the best sound, like a childrenโs birthday party with a petting zoo kind of glee.
Category: Contemporary Fiction, New Adult, Romance, Tour