Pretty Fierce Blog Tour: Excerpt and Giveaway!

15535010_1315600345165457_310882226944344064_n1If you remember back in the day…and by day, I mean, like real far back, I reviewed Pretty Fierce by Kieran Scott. If you don’t let me sum it up…wait, no time, let me explain [;)] in one phrase: if Jason Bourne had babies. It was fun, exciting, and even though I had a few slight issues with it, overall, it was pretty fierce. You can check out the rest of my review on the link above, but today, I am bringing you an excerpt from this thrilling spy-child book since it comes out TODAY! Let’s begin?


Title: Pretty Fierce

Author: Kieran Scott

Pub Date: April 4, 2017

An action-packed, edge-of-your-seat novel about a teen who, when backed into a corner, fights back, from the author of What Waits in the Woods

Kaia has been on the run her whole life. The daughter of professional assassins, she knows danger—and she’ll do anything to survive. After her parents vanished during a job gone bad, Kaia’s spent the last year in hiding, trying to blend in as an ordinary teenager, and there’s no one who makes her feel more normal, more special, than her boyfriend, Oliver.

But when she’s attacked by someone from her mother’s past and Oliver catches her fighting back, Kaia’s secret is exposed. In a split-second decision, she flees the small town, taking Oliver with her. Stalked at every turn, Oliver and Kaia must protect each other…or die trying.

A Note from Kieran Scott

One of my favorite things about writing PRETTY FIERCE was trying to figure out what Kaia would do next. I don’t consider myself to be particularly brave—except for the fact that I don’t mind public speaking which is one of those things that keeps people awake at night. But I imagine that if I were ever in a situation like Kaia is in—being pursued by bad guys, hunted down at every turn, forced to try to protect the man I loved—I’d probably end up a ball of blubbering mush in a corner. So when I was writing her, I would try to imagine the exact opposite of what I would do in a given situation, and then write that. More often than not, it ended up being the thing that I wish I would have the guts to do, but really just couldn’t imagine myself doing. And that’s what I think makes a great kick-butt heroine—someone who allows us to see the possibilities of what we could do—what we could be—if we could find that deep well of courage within ourselves.

Here is one of my favorite kick-butt heroines:

Veronica Mars – Veronica Mars

Veronica’s best kick-butt quality was her ability to slay with her tongue. That girl could cut down a redwood tree with one well-placed and sarcastically delivered barb—no roundhouse kicking or right-hook punching necessary. She was also constantly putting herself in dangerous situations in order to help others, never much caring for her own safety—and then she’d talk her way out of them whenever she was caught. The talent Veronica had was to say the thing you wished you’d said in the moment, but only thought of an hour later. She always had it ready to go.

Excerpt time!!

Pretty Fierce
But I kind of like: If Jason Bourne had babies better? It has a nicer ring to it? 😉



I turned on the speed, caught up to the van, and jumped off my board. It rolled ahead and bumped to a stop at a sewer drain next to the curb.

“Oliver!” I tried the door, but it didn’t budge. I pounded on it so hard my fists stung. Oliver shouted, but I couldn’t make out the words.

“Let him go!” I screeched. “He has nothing to do with this!”

The light turned green and they were off again. I groaned, grabbed my board, and followed. As I maneuvered Sophia around an ancient manhole cover I memorized the license plate.

Illinois 851 BCG.

Illinois 851 BCG.

Illinois 851 BCG.

My breath was short, and I honestly felt as if my heart was about to overload. I couldn’t keep up this pace much longer. Up ahead, a police car idled in front of a coffee shop. As I rolled closer I could see two men in blue through the plate glass window, sucking on coffee and laughing.

Would they help me? If I got the cops involved, they’d want my ID. And while I had a fake passport on me, I couldn’t risk it being entered in some database and possibly alerting the authorities of my whereabouts. Even more importantly, if the police got Oliver, they’d send him right back to South Carolina, to Robin, to that hell. I couldn’t let that happen. Anonymity was key. We really were in this together.

I pressed as hard as I could, almost biffing on some roadkill and hopping the larger cracks in the road. At each light, I closed the distance between us, and I nearly got close enough to grab the back fender, but then the van took off and changed lanes, and I lost my advantage. Then the kidnappers hooked a left onto a residential street, and I made it across the main drag seconds before the light turned green. A motorcycle zoomed past me, so close I swore the driver’s leather jacket brushed the back of my backpack.

I turned onto the street and didn’t see the van anywhere. It must have pulled into a driveway or a garage. I gave myself ten seconds, gasping for breath as I leaned against a wrought iron fence post, then kept moving.

The street was quiet, aside from dance music playing somewhere in the distance, the repetitive thump of the bass keeping time with my pulse. I hopped off Sophia and ducked down the first driveway on foot, thinking it would be better to stay away from the glare of the streetlights. For a second I crouched next to a busted wood fence and strapped Sophia to my backpack, then cut across a backyard with unkempt grass and a stone barbecue pit at its center.

The garages on the street were all detached and sat at the end of long driveways near the back corner of each property. I paused and took out my Beretta. The steel felt cool against my palm, and I prayed no one would give me a reason to use it. But I would if I had to. I would for Oliver.

At the next house, I peeked inside the foggy garage window and saw nothing but piles of boxes.

The dance music was getting louder. The next garage housed a small car covered by a brown tarp. The third was another mess of storage. At the fourth house, I was close enough to the music to hear the laughter and raised voices that went along with it. I had to scale a fence to get to this garage and when I came down on the other side, I nearly slammed my head against a pile of old kegs. The scent of stale beer hung in the air, and there were cigarette butts everywhere. Lovely.

I brushed myself off and righted my backpack. Cars packed the driveway, and the house was entirely lit up. Two girls hung out on the back porch, smoking and sipping from red cups. Over their heads, propped up on the porch roof, were three illuminated letters. BBΓ. And at the very edge of the driveway, hanging over onto the sidewalk, was a big, white, van.

Ariel says stop right there, girl. She doesn’t think Kaia’s about to walk into a good situation.

What the hell?

A chorus of cheers went up inside the house. My eyes narrowed as I shoved my short, sweaty hair behind my ears. Suddenly, I wasn’t in such a huge rush. I pushed the gun into the back waistband of my jeans and made sure my jacket covered it.

Stepping out of the shadows, I cut across the lawn and walked up the steps to the rear porch where the two girls sat. They eyed me as I strode past and opened the back door.

“Ladies,” I said.

One of them scoffed, but neither made a move to stop me. Inside, I found myself in a huge, brightly lit, mostly white kitchen packed with dozens upon dozens of miniskirt-sporting, overly made-up girls with straightened hair. The dance music was deafening. Everyone was drinking, laughing, shrieking. And in the center of it all was my boyfriend, shirtless, leaning his head back while two buxom babes poured alcohol from two bottles directly down his throat.

“Um, Oliver?” I said.

He brought his chin down too fast and spit brown liquid everywhere. A few drops even landed on my cheek.

“Ew!” the girls chorused.

Oliver wiped the back of his hand across his lips and widened his eyes at me. “They made me do it!”


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About the Author

KIERAN SCOTT is the author of several acclaimed young adult novels, including the Non-Blonde Cheerleader trilogy, the He’s So/She’s So trilogy, and Geek Magnet. She also wrote the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Private and Privilege series under the pen name Kate Brian. She is a senior editor at Disney/Hyperion and resides in New Jersey with her family. Visit

Buy Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Books-A-Million | Kobo | iTunes | Indiebound

Check it out on Goodreads and my review here!

What do you think? Have you read any of the spy/thriller books that have come out in 2017 yet? Do you like Jason Bourne-esque movies? Was anyone else a Private fangirl like me? Because I couldn’t get enough of that dishy drama as a kid! Let’s discuss in the comments below!


16 thoughts on “Pretty Fierce Blog Tour: Excerpt and Giveaway!

      1. It was actually one of the first huge YA series I read, and omg, Krysti, it was so trashy and soap operay but I loved it? It basically revolves around a super rich boarding school with privileged rich kids and then the new non-rich girl gets adopted into the IT clique and then someone dies and it goes all downhill. XD Like Gossip Girl in an elite boarding school with more murderous intentions. XD So much melodrama but Kid Mandy loved it.

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      2. Ahahahaha I know. XD I started on reading Gossip Girl, but I was staying the summer with my grandparents at the time (different one than the book loving one) and she was like, you’re not reading that trashiness and I’m like D: D: D: so I never got to finish them. But I could see where they could have been that soap operay goodness. XD Gosh, YA books have come such a long way because that was the trend back then.

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      3. Hahaha! Gossip Girl is definitely on the trashy side. LOL! I LOVED them though. It’s so true. It’s been so neat to watch the transformation of the perception of some YA novels. I love that people are considering more of them to be the amazing works of literature they are. I mean, I think they always have been. Tons of classics would be labeled YA today, but there was definitely a stigma against them in recent years, because of their popularity. Wow! Sorry for the rant…

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      4. LOL, yes. Did you end up watching the show, too? But it is. You’re so right about that. Do you ever think of The Princess Bride as ya or The Handmaid’s Tale? There’s so many works that as you said get repackaged because of the stigma. Very much needed rant. XD

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      5. I watched some of it. I suck at watching television to be honest. I always mean to watch it and then just end up reading. LOL. I think those are great examples of classic stories that could be categorized as YA. There’s also some books by Charles Dickens and Jane Austen that would be YA if they’d been written today too. It’s funny that people feel the need to separate it and look down on it today.

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      6. I used to be such a big TV watcher, but I’m with you right now. I get too distracted by reading and I’m like, these books are so much more interesting than the shows. XD But I super agree. I never hear Jane Austen being called YA, and I definitely could see so many people getting angry over it being called that. It’s so weird. I didn’t realize there was such a huge stigma against non-teens reading YA until I became a non-teen. XD

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      7. Hahaha! I totally agree! I get so much more out of books than TV. Plus the blog keeps me reading quick. 🙂 I definitely wouldn’t say all of Austen is YA, but Northanger Abbey definitely. Hahaha. It’s so true. But adults LOVE it. Our YA and Wine book club, which is obviously just for adults, is HUGE.

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      8. Lol, it really does. I literally have never read this fast in my life, and my friend keeps yelling at me because I keep going through them so fast. Blame it on the blog. XD I have yet to read any Austen, but I definitely have heard that one fits the bill. But lol, so true. Your club is definitely living proof. XD And I feel like half if not more are definitely older than the YA target market.

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