Wednesday, July 10, 2019

BLOG TOUR: The Shortest Distance Between Love & Hate by Sandy Hall

Welcome to the Official Blog Tour for Sandy Hall's Then Shortest Distance Between Love & Hate! On our tour stop today, we have an exclusive excerpt to share! Not only that... There's a cool tour-wide giveaway, too! So... Check it out and grab your copy now!!! Follow the tour, HERE!

Young Adult
Contemporary Romance
Publish Date:
July 9, 2019

A teen girl starting at a new school is torn between long-held loyalties and a bright new love in this irresistible new YA contemporary romance from the author of A Little Something Different.

Paisley is really looking forward to college. She is ready to take charge of her destiny and embrace some new experiences! Finding a hot guy to make out with at her first ever college party seems like a great start…until her best friend informs her that mystery guy is actually Carter Schmitt, Paisley’s sworn enemy who basically ruined their lives in middle school.

So much for new people and exciting new experiences. Oh well. Paisley will just pretend he doesn’t exist. Of course that would be easier if Carter, AKA her super-hot-sworn-enemy, hadn’t ended up in threeof her classes AND the same work study. Is it too late to rethink this college thing?

Sandy Hall, author of A Little Something Different and A Prom to Remember, is heading back to college in this sweet and quirky contemporary romance.


I find them in the corner of the tiny backyard. It’s mostly full of garbage. College kids have no pride in a place. There’s a perfectly good bicycle in the corner with two popped tires and a rusted chain. 
Paisley’s roommate is standing near that bicycle, bent at the waist with her hands on her knees, breathing heavily, her long, dark hair creating a curtain around her face. 
“What’s up?” I ask Paisley. 
“Stef doesn’t feel well, so I think we’re going to head back to the dorm.” 
“What dorm do you live in?” “Robinson.”
“Oh, me too! I’ll walk back with you.” 
We head out to the street, leaving the depressing back- yard behind, and Stef walks a few feet in front of us, swaying a little. 
“I don’t think she can really hold her alcohol,” Paisley says. 
“Oh right, yes, not like us.” 
“No, you and I are obviously seasoned drinkers.” She lets out a loud belch and giggles. 
“This is probably the most I’ve ever drank in one night,” I admit. 
“Same,” she says. “I just feel so full.” She rubs her stomach. 
“Maybe this is why people do shots. So they don’t feel so full,” I suggest. 
Stef stands at the corner waiting for the light to turn in our favor. There’s not a lot of traffic out in the wee hours of the morning on the roads surrounding our campus, but it’s good to know that even though she’s drunk, she still remembers to follow the rules of the road. 
“I am Estefania Gomez! And I am here to have fun!” she yells into the street. 
“Sure you are, Stef!” Paisley calls back to her. 
“I’m sorry I interrupted your time with the cute boy,” Stef says over her shoulder as a lone car passes. 
“I’m cute?” I ask Paisley.
“Don’t be coy. You know you’re cute.”
“I really don’t know that. It’s nice to hear,” I say, my neck heating up.
She gives me a sidelong glance and steps in front of me to link arms with Stef as the walk sign lights up. I stay a few paces behind them, realizing that I probably should have told Ray I was leaving the party. We don’t have each other’s numbers yet, so I can’t text him. 
Hopefully he’ll realize I left and come back to the dorm on his own. Or maybe he’s staying at his brother’s tonight. I don’t know his life. 
Either way, I doubt he’ll be worrying about me. I make a mental note to exchange numbers with him tomorrow, though. 
When we get to the dorm, Stef tries to use her card to get in, but she’s holding it backward. She’s basically the car- toon stereotype of a drunk person. Paisley helps her out and we enter the building. I stand and wait for the elevator with them. 
“Um, so this was fun,” I say. 
“It really was,” she says. Stef tugs on her arm, pulling her into the elevator. 
“Good night,” I say.
“Night, Bart,” she says as the doors slide shut.
It takes me a second to process, and when I do, I almost hit the up button to stop the elevator.
“Did she just call me Bart?” I ask the empty hallway. 


**About the Author**
Sandy Hall is a teen librarian from New Jersey where she was born and raised. She has a BA in Communication and a Master of Library and Information Science from Rutgers University. When Sandy isn't writing, or teen librarian-ing, she enjoys reading, slot machines, marathoning TV shows, and long scrolls through Tumblr.

A Little Something Different is Sandy Hall's first novel.

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