Stupid Girl BLOG TOUR

Only fools fall in love…

After her senior year of high school leaves behind nothing but heartache, Olivia Beaumont is sure of this: She’s no stupid girl. She sets out for Winston College, promising herself that she will remain focused on her first and only love – astronomy. But all it takes is cocky sophomore Brax Jenkins and an accidental collision with a football, to throw her entire year off course. 

A quick-tempered Southie who escaped the inner city streets of Boston to pitch for Winston, Brax is known to play way more fields than just the baseball diamond. So, when his name is drawn to take part in his fraternity’s hazing dare, Brax eagerly accepts the mission to take Olivia’s virginity. But he doesn’t plan on falling hard for the sweet and sassy Texas girl who sees right through his bad-boy persona. 

As Olivia and Brax battle their feelings for each other, echoes of the past year begin to surface. A boy who once turned Olivia’s whole world upside down reappears, and “harmless” pranks wreak havoc. Pretty soon the aspiring astronomer is on the verge of revealing her most difficult, heartbreaking secret. All the while, Brax must wrestle with the irrevocable dare, and Olivia struggles against all logic as she does the one thing only a stupid girl would do: fall in love.


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Excerpt of Awesome

I glanced at the small screen on my phone. The name SOUTHIE popped up in all capital letters. Butterflies immediately swarmed inside of me, at the same time my guard shot straight up. What did he want now?
Surprised for only a few seconds, not only at the text but at how my heart leaped at seeing it, I shook my head. Brax had apparently sent himself a text from my phone and hi-jacked my number, before bringing it back to me. Then entered his number into my phone. I glanced at the text:
Brax: Hey Gracie, how’d the i-view go?
Wrestling with the decision whether to answer or ignore, I just stared at the screen and Brax’s words. So taken off guard by his persistence, I couldn’t do anything else. I set the phone back down, stared at it. Picked it back up. Set it back down, closed my eyes.
The phone chirped again, and my eyes flashed open. Grabbing the phone, I looked at the screen.
Brax: I know you’re there, Gracie, probably staring at the screen. I-view?
I pushed out a frustrated breath.
Me: It wasn’t an i-view. I already had the job. I didn’t drop my phone. You pick-pocketed it.
Brax: You dropped it. Opportunity arose. The job?
Me: Swell. I work Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays.
Brax: That’s a lot of damn work, Gracie. I think we should meet to go over our schedule.  And did you say the word swell? I think I heard that once on an old fuckin PopEye cartoon. How old are you, anyway?
Cahtoon. Since no one could see me, I smiled. It was just too hard not to.
Me: I’m old-fashioned. My grandpa says swell all the time. One of my favorite words. We have no schedule, Southie. We’ve known each other less than twenty-four hours.
Brax: Old-fashioned? What, do you make jelly and pies, too? And that’s why we need to meet. So we’ll have a schedule. See?
Me: Jelly and pies—yes. Every season. And I’d think the infamous Brax Jenkins would already have a loaded schedule. Why me?
Brax: Infamous, huh? You been hearin rumors about me, Gracie? And why not you?
Me: Rumors? Plenty of them. Why not me? Because I don’t play with players. And I definitely don’t play your game.
Brax: Now I’m a player? An infamous player, even. With my very own game. You’re a lot braver on text, Ms. Beaumont.
I squeezed my eyes tightly shut. Maybe he was right? Would I really be standing in front of him, boldly having such a conversation? Probably not. I sighed.
Me: No, I’m not. I feared you’d shank me earlier. But I had time to think about it today.
Brax: Shanking you didn’t even cross my mind, Gracie. A few other things, def, but not that. So you’ve been thinking about me today? Swell. It must’ve been that kiss.
I sucked in a breath as my heart sped up. Why was he so blunt with me?
Me: You just hi-jacked my word. What kiss?
Brax: Haha, good one Gracie. You know as well as I do you can’t get that kiss off your mind. I haven’t thought about anything else all day. I’m infamous for hi-jacking many things. A word is a first for me though. I know a seafood joint. It ain’t Boston, that’s for damn sure, but it’ll do. Tomorrow night, after I get back from our out of towner? Seven? I’ll pick you up.

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