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Interview with Heather Young-Nichols, Author of Up For Grabs

Up For Grabs by Heather Young-NicholsTell us about your new book:
Up For Grabs was published in May 2014 by Swoon Romance.
When Flannery Tate left home for a college halfway across the country in Michigan, she’d only planned on getting an education. But when Cain Dorsey walked into her life, she had no choice but to fall for him. However, what’s a girl to do when her scholarship well runs dry? Return home? Get a job?
Flannery gets creative. She decides to sell the most precious and valuable thing she can – her virginity – to the highest bidder. When Cain discovers her plan, their world crumbles. Will they be able to move past her betrayal and find a way back to each other? Or, is this the beginning of the end? Up For Grabs is a story of love, heartbreak and truth.
What genre is it?
New Adult Contemporary Romance
What inspired you to write Up For Grabs?
Several things inspired me to write Up For Grabs. For starters, I saw a piece in the news about a girl selling her virginity in South America to pay her mother’s medical expenses. It stuck with me. That partnered with my frustration over the double standard for men and women when it comes to sex gave birth to this idea and Flannery was born.
Give us an interesting fun fact about your book:
Up For Grabs takes place in Ann Arbor, Michigan. I am from Michigan and that is home to the University of Michigan. However, my characters do not attend U of M. Actually, I never name their college.
What types of readers will enjoy this book?
Romance fans would enjoy Up For Grabs. Due to some steamy parts, it might be suitable for readers over 17. And anyone that can remember what it was like to fall in love the first time and how hard it was to become an adult.
Where can we buy it?
Up For Grabs is available for sale on Amazon.
Please share an excerpt from the book with us:
Adam leaned back in his chair with his feet propped up on mine. I kicked his hoofers off so I could sit.
“No coffee?” He doesn’t try to whisper or anything.
I thought the class rather enjoyed the twice a week comedy we provided. They watched us close enough but could also have been trying to decide if we were a couple. We tried that once. Just a kiss but I imagined that was what kissing a blood relative would’ve been like. So, it didn’t work out. It wasn’t an unrequited love kind of thing either. He’d laughed equally as hard as I did. Then he hooked up with Lara Sanders, the village bicycle in West Hall.
“That stinks.” I knew he was messing with me by the tone of his voice. The next thing I heard was loud slurping as he emptied his very large cup of coffee. He even did a satisfied “ahhh” at the end, the rotten son of a bitch.
Turning just enough for him to see me, I gave my absolute best dusty eyeball. “You suck.”
“You can have mine,” the warm voice beside me suggested. Cain Dorsey was offering me his coffee?
“I can’t take your coffee.”
“Why not? I don’t have cooties. Plus, I haven’t had a drink yet. Take it.” He reached the cup out so that I could smell the roasted goodness lurking beneath the plastic lid. The black silk seduced me with one sniff.
Trying to stifle the smile that was breaking out across my face, my natural talent for witty come backs disappeared. I was thinking that maybe his cooties wouldn’t be so bad to catch anyway. My stomach tingled slightly under his gaze.
“Take the fucking coffee so we’ll be able to stand you,” Adam interrupted and I reached back with a playful, yet significant, smack to the top of his head.
In the end, I took the coffee. It felt so good going down and the effects started immediately. I felt more awake and sharp.
“Oh god,” my eyes rolled back in my head in a slightly orgasmic way. Yup, I loved coffee that much. “I think I need to marry you.” I said to Cain without thinking. So used to sparing with Adam, it didn’t occur to me that Cain might not take my comments as intended.
My nerves calmed when he broke into a hearty laugh, filling the entire room and drawing Hendrick’s attention.
He didn’t seem to notice the added attention. “If I’d known it’d be that easy … ”
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