Sunday, August 10, 2014


Shannon MacLeod has always gone for the wrong type of man. After she drifted from one toxic relationship to the next, her last boyfriend gave her a wake-up call in the worst possible way. With her world shattered, she’s sworn off men—especially those of the bad-boy variety.

Cole Walker is exactly the sort that Shannon wants to avoid—gorgeous, tattooed, charming, and cocky. But his rough exterior hides a good man who’s ready to find “the one.” He’s determined to pull Shannon from her self-imposed solitude to win her heart.

As Shannon opens up in the face of Cole’s steady devotion, the passion between them ignites to blazing levels. But when Shannon’s past comes back to haunt her, her fears may destroy the trust Cole has built between them—and tear them apart for good.…


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Sunday, August 03, 2014

Empire State of Mind

There are no words to describe how surreal it was for me to see New York City suddenly appear before us as the yellow cab took S and me from JFK to Times Square. It was like watching a movie play out. Everything you think NY will be it is—overwhelming, bustling, intimidating, awe-inspiring, and brimming over its hot pot with hundreds of different cultures.
We arrived at our hotel, our necks already aching from craning back to look up at the buildings, and our necks did a little more creaking as we were taken up to the 23rd floor. Somehow, despite tiredness, we managed to squeal like little girls over the view from our hotel

As soon as that was done apparently I began acting like a drunken person—giggling nonsensically, tripping over my own feet and talking utter crap. I then did this…

And when I woke up in the morning I could barely remember the night before. I wasn’t inebriated, however, I can assure you of that. I was just that bloody tired. Luckily, some sleep and this

…. sorted me out and we excitedly jumped on the nearest open top tour bus. Except for getting elbowed in the head a number of times and S’s dress blowing up right over her head (I shouldn’t have laughed but I did—what? It was funny), that went well. We got to see a lot of Downtown and we took a ridiculous amount of photos that would bore anyone who wasn’t there to enjoy the experience right along with us.
I am amazed by the agility of the tour bus dudes and dudettes who somehow manage to keep upright. Not only do they remain stable as the bus drivers partake in New York City driving, which is only really comparable to the Wacky Races, but they somehow also have some kind of sixth sense about those overhanging street signs and traffic lights. I thought for sure I was going to witness a green light red light my tour guy in the worst way but nope: I call it Sixth Sense Ducking.
With a throbbing head (tour guy was cool but definite elbow hitter) and red cheeks (S’s dress remained pinned down by force for the rest of the day), we crammed in as much NYC as we could in a day. We visited Central Park and hung out, eating hot dogs and watching a friendly game of baseball between ABC and CBS news. Then it was off to…

…where I was given an hour to fret over my fear of heights as I waited in the long security lines. Nowhere does it mention in all the modern movies and TV shows that ripped off An Affair to Remember, that the angsty lovers had to wait an hour to get to the freaking top to see if the one they loved would meet them there.
I suppose that would take the romance out of it.
Still, it was cool to be in the building and I had the floor (it’s really freaking gorgeous), and S to keep my mind off what awaited me at the top.
To my surprise it’s really not that bad. I think because unlike SkyRide (who on earth in their right mind would do that shit?????) you’re not looking down at a drop but at a panorama of the city, it was fine. It was more than fine, it was spectacular…

And such a surreal moment. S and I just looked at one another and said, ‘We’re at the top of the Empire State Building. How cool is that?’
It was cool.
Not cool was the gift shop. It feeds on your adrenaline and excitement from having explored the heights of the ESB with all of its cool ESB merchandise. I escaped eventually, but I was hundred bucks lighter and a glittery ESB cup heavier (okay I bought more than a cup).

From there we hit Macy’s. All right, we only partially hit Macy’s. We made it around the jewellery section before we both decided it was dangerous to our bank balance and we left. Upon leaving Macy’s we… well we got lost. For some reason I turn into a guy when I’m lost and I refuse to ask for directions. NYC is a grid! I should have been able to work it out!!!
A few blisters later, a dehydrated S was no longer convinced by my logic or my sense of direction (nor was I but it took me longer to come to terms with it), and asked a helpful hot dog vender guy who got us back to Times Square in two sentences.
The relief I tell you, the relief!!!

We decided not to take another chance on my poor navigational skills and we got a taxi on Saturday to the New York Author Occasion, hosted by the brilliant and awesome and gorgeous Trish Brinkley. She was helped out by her hilarious hubby Shawn, and the two of them put on an amazing event.
This was my first time at a large signing in the US and I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Let me tell you, I was blown away by readers and their show of support. Lots of you turned up to have your books signed and I had a blast meeting you all. S was blown away by you all too. While she did a fabulous job as my assistant, she was also treated to a number of compliments on her hair and her general adorableness. On that note, you mustn’t tell her these things. She’s too cute. If you tell her she’ll only use it against me, her partner D (he has enough trouble resisting the cuteness as it is) and all of us who love her. Adorableness is a weapon in cute hands you know. You do, however, have permission to keep calling me adorable when you meet me because well... I like it.

Anyhoo, we had a blast at the signing and I was moved to tears by some of my readers. You guys amaze and humble me so much. Thank you for giving me what you do.

So that night and the next day S and I got to hang out with some geniuses. Those included Trish and Shawn, Samantha Towle and her hubs Craig, Georgia Cates and her hubs J, and Amy Bartol. If you guys follow me you know I love my Georgia and Amy. It’s always a highlight of my year when I get to hang out with my buds—these two women are not only exceptionally talented but they are two of the sweetest, kindest folks you’ll ever meet. Love ‘em to bits.
This awesome group of human beings took us with them to dinner, lunch and the World Trade Center memorial. The latter was a very emotional experience and not one I was quite ready for. It’s intense, very intense there, as you can only imagine.
Getting to hang out with Trish in RL for the first time was phenomenal. This lady is the BEST. Love her so much <3>
It was also really great to spend time with Samantha and Craig. They’re a cool couple and the nicest, most down-to-earth people, and I’m so chuffed we got to hang out with them for a while.
Sad goodbyes later, S and I tried to turn our frowns upside down by decreasing our bank balance at Bloomingdales.
I’m not going to lie we really, really tried to turn our frowns upside down.
Forcing S to spend money on herself was really fun. What can I say? I can be an angel on your shoulder but when it comes to things that sparkle…

S then surprised me with a thank you pressie for bringing her along as my assistant—I know, right, I make her work and she thanks me ;)

My ears will forever be prettier than the rest of me :p Thank you, S! Love ya!!! And not just because you gave me shiny things.

Monday was a big day in the NYC business trip. BIG SURREAL DAY.
Not only did I visit Penguin offices and get my make up done and do a video that made me so nervous I wanted to hurl (but I did a good job of covering up that fact… I think. Well… there was no vomiting so I do believe that constitutes a good job), and best of all meet all the fabulous people I email with on a regular basis. I met my awesome editor!!!!!!! Lots of exclamation points on that one because that’s just how awesome she is. After the exciting times at the Penguin offices, S and I had lunch with my editor and agent (it’s still too surreal to say those words in relation to myself), and then took a walk through Greenwich Village (now my favourite part of the city) with my agent to the agency office.
It was there I got to meet an agent I queried a few years ago and once we left the office I realized it was probably the most surreal experience of the whole trip. When S asked me why, I told her because I remember querying said fantabulous agent because he was one of my favourite authors' agent and he dealt in YA paranormal (the genre I was writing most prolifically in at the time). I also remember that feeling of utter longing and hope I had of becoming a published author when I queried him. It was this deep, gripping feeling in my gut that was constantly being quelled by this pessimistic part of me that said dreams like that just don’t come true. So to stand in that office discussing my fav author and joking with said agent, meeting him with my freaking wonderful agent standing beside me, having come from a visit with my publisher at Penguin, I actually felt extremely emotional.
To top that grand day off we hit Broadway with front row tickets to see Wicked. The show blew us away! Words cannot describe how fantastic the cast was.
 And so as my head hit the pillow on our last night in NYC, I took stock of everything we’d experienced.
And I realised that it all comes back to my readers.
That’s why I kinda, maybe, just a little bit more than a lot, absolutely love my readers.

And that’s why when we caught the train from Penn Station to Back Bay Station in Boston… 

...when we spent the next few days walking all over Boston and taking in the feel of the city (and falling deeply in love, so, so in love I want to own a second home there kind of deep, deep love), it was business too. It was research.
For something new from me to you, and the only way I know how to thank my readers.
Enough said.
For now ;)

Sam x

Thursday, June 19, 2014

On Dublin Street #5 — The Reveal

I announced some weeks ago that there would be a book five in the ON DUBLIN STREET series and the hero of the story would be the much loved Cole Walker, all grown and tatted up!

I also asked readers on Facebook to choose from four possible titles and I'm now revealing that the winning title is…


And without further ado here is the cover reveal and book blurb…

From the New York Times bestselling author of On Dublin Street comes a seductive story of forgiving the past and making up for lost time…

Shannon MacLeod has always gone for the wrong type of man. After she drifted from one toxic relationship to the next, her last boyfriend gave her a wakeup call in the worst possible way. With her world shattered, she’s sworn off men—especially those of the bad-boy variety.

Cole Walker is exactly the sort that Shannon wants to avoid—gorgeous, tattooed, charming, and cocky. But his rough exterior hides a good man who’s ready to find “the one.” He’s determined to pull Shannon from her self-imposed solitude and win her heart.

As Shannon opens up in the face of Cole’s steady devotion, the passion between them ignites to blazing levels. But when Shannon’s past comes back to haunt her, her fears may destroy the trust Cole has built between them—and tear them apart for good…

"Enchanting couples and delicious romances make [Young's] books an auto buy." 

"[Young] is a goddess when it comes to writing hot scenes."

Coming February 2015

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Celebration Giveaway!

Hey guys,

If you were hanging around my Facebook page last night you would have seen my post thanking my readers for putting FALL FROM INDIA PLACE on the New York Times Bestseller List! So I'm celebrating by hosting a giveaway for you all :)

What's up for grabs?

2 pieces of Scottish handcrafted jewellery

Here's the details:

  • 2 winners will win a signed set of the ON DUBLIN STREET series and can choose from any piece of Scottish handcrafted jewellery to the value of £50.00 from Pitlochry's Heather Gems
  • Giveaway is open internationally
  • Entrants must be 18 years and over
  • One entry per person and a second entry if you tweet "Edinburgh Love Stories Giveaway @SyoungSFauthor"
  • Giveaway is open June 12th 12.30pm GMT until June 16th 12.30pm GMT
  • Winners will be chosen by

To Enter, fill out the form below:


Tuesday, June 03, 2014


YES! Hannah and Marco's story has finally arrived on all those real and digital bookshelves :) I hope you love 'em like I do…

FALL FROM INDIA PLACE (An On Dublin Street Novel)

The New York Times bestselling author of On Dublin StreetDown London Road, and Before Jamaica Lane returns with a story about letting go of the past and learning to trust in the future....

When Hannah Nichols last saw Marco D’Alessandro five long years ago, he broke her heart. The bad boy with a hidden sweet side was the only guy Hannah ever loved—and the only man she’s ever been with. After one intense night of giving in to temptation, Marco took off, leaving Scotland and Hannah behind. Shattered by the consequences of their night together, Hannah has never truly moved on.

Leaving Hannah was the biggest mistake of Marco’s life—something he has deeply regretted for years. So when fate reunites them, he refuses to let her go without a fight. Determined to make her his, Marco pursues Hannah, reminding her of all the reasons they’re meant to be together....

But just when Marco thinks they’re committed to a future together, Hannah makes a discovery that unearths the secret pain she’s been hiding from him—a secret that could tear them apart before they have a real chance to start over again.... 

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Bonus Scene - Braden's POV!

Yes! You guys are so awesome we have hit our preorder target for FALL FROM INDIA PLACE!

To thank you, below is that certain ON DUBLIN STREET scene readers have begged me to write from Braden's POV.

First a big congrats to Margil A. who won the fan art contest for Braden with this awesome contemporary art below. Congrats, Margil, and your signed copy of FALL FROM INDIA PLACE is on its way!

Margil A. 's fan art for Braden

Braden's POV
(ON DUBLIN STREET - The Club Scene)

The club was crowded, the music was pounding and the drinks were flowing. This was part of the job that had started to wear on him—the socializing, inane conversation and shrugging on the charm in order to get young men and women to buy booze in his bar.
What Braden really wanted to do was find Jocelyn and take her home to bed so they could do a bit of one-on-one socializing of their own.
He looked back at the dance floor where he’d just left her. She’d seemed pissed off when he’d checked on her last and he had no clue what he’d done to upset her. Yes, he’d gotten a little overbearing regarding her clothing choice this evening but he thought they’d smoothed that over.
Something had happened to ruffle her feathers since then.
He frowned when he couldn’t see her through the crowd of dancers. Craning his neck, his gaze moved across the floor to the bar. Ellie was standing by herself at one side and Adam was chatting up a random woman on the other.
Jocelyn was nowhere to be seen.
A sense of foreboding moved through him and he clenched his jaw, attempting to calm down. Ever since he’d started dating Jocelyn Butler he’d lost his famed cool. The American was driving him crazy. Most of the time he enjoyed it. No woman had ever made him feel the way she did. There were times, however, that the strength of his feelings for her, including the possessiveness she brought out in him, bothered him.
It unsettled him because for the first time in his life he had no control over a situation. He had no idea if he could persuade Jocelyn to give their relationship a real chance after their three months were up. And lately the thought of losing her… the thought of her just slipping through his hands…
It terrified him.
Anxious, he ignored the giggling young women who were trying to flirt with him and made his way toward the dance floor, eyes sweeping the space for a familiar dark blonde head.
He stopped when he found her, relief moving through him as he drank in her smiling face.
His gaze shifted to see who was receiving that smile.
The music grew muffled; the room felt a little unsteady.
That traitorous little bastard.
That traitorous little bastard who’d fucked his wife.
That traitorous little bastard who was right now eye fucking his girlfriend.
That traitorous little bastard who Jocelyn was smiling at!
Rage stronger than anything Braden had felt before flooded into his blood—turning it molten hot. He had no idea how he got across the dance floor. One minute he was a few feet away and then the next his knuckles were throbbing from the impact of slamming into Gavin’s nose.
His chest heaved with the effort to control his breathing as everyone around them pulled back with gasps and cries. Somewhere behind him the volume of the music decreased.
Braden stared down at Gavin who held a hand to his bleeding nose.
He’d hit him.
“What the hell was that?” Jocelyn’s voice shattered his disbelief and when he looked over at her his anger took center stage again. Just the thought of her being anywhere near Gavin—“That is Gavin. The friend who fucked Analise. Why the hell were you talking to him like you know him?”
Jocelyn went pale with shock at his revelation. She shot Gavin a disgusted look that didn’t even come close to soothing Braden’s temper. “He’s a trainer at my gym. He helped me once. I swear I didn’t know.”
Gavin’s snort drew their gazes. “Looks like you moved onto better things, Bray.” He stripped Jocelyn naked with his eyes. “Here’s hoping history repeats itself, because I’ve wanted between her legs for fucking weeks. How about it, Joss? You fancy shagging a real man?”
A haze of fury.
He was barely even aware of pummeling the son-of-a-bitch until Adam pulled him off, muttering calming words in his ears. The haze cleared as club security grabbed hold of Gavin. With the threat of murder in his tone he warned the piece of shit to stay away from Jocelyn.
Gavin touched his face, wincing. “Christ, you never hit me when I banged your old lady, Bray. Tease you about your latest skank, and I’m down in seconds. Is her pussy made of gold or something?”
Braden lunged for him only to be held back once more by Adam and his bartender Nolan. He struggled against their hold, desperate to wipe that smug look off of the bastard’s face.
“Get him out of here,” Adam ordered the security personnel before turning on Gavin to make his own threat. “I see you out on the street, I’ll knock your teeth through the back of your skull.”
As security led Gavin out the reality of what just happened hit Braden all at once.
He’d lifted his hands against someone. Right now his knuckles were on fire because he’d hit someone.
After he’d almost killed his ex-girlfriend’s brother for raping her, Braden had walked away from fights entirely. On the rare occasion when he and Adam were faced with a challenge, taunted for a fight, he had walked away or stood by and let Adam handle it. He had never wanted to be that guy again.
And tonight he’d lost control.
Furious, Braden shrugged out of his friend’s hold.
“You alright, bud?” Adam asked.
Braden looked past him to Jocelyn who stared at him in shock and concern.
He’d lost control because of her.
What the hell was she doing to him?
Instead of answering, Braden reached out and grabbed Jocelyn’s wrist. Without a word, he turned and none-too-gently led her through the dance floor and upstairs to his office where he hauled her inside. She stumbled against his desk as he slammed the door shut behind them and turned the lock.
Her skin was flushed either from the heat or from what she’d just witnessed. Braden didn’t know which it was. All he knew was that all the blood in his body was shooting toward his cock and he was shocked by the primal urge he had to take Jocelyn against his desk. He wanted to brand himself on her, fuck her so deep and make her come so hard there would be no question about who she belonged to.
As his possessiveness burned in his gut, he was angry at himself for it. Angry at her for it. His eyes raked over her gorgeous body and the sexy dress she was wearing. She was a walking enticement, but that wasn’t what bothered him. What bothered him was the thought of her letting a man close enough, just close enough, for him to realize that Jocelyn Butler was fucking magnificent. Funny, smart, challenging, exciting, surprising, vulnerable, compassionate, stubborn… the kind of woman no man could resist.
He didn’t want any man but him to know her secrets.
Braden strode toward her, finding it difficult to control the temper that still burned near the surface of his emotions. “First you wear that dress so every man in this club wants to screw you. Then you start flirting with the man who fucking betrayed me.”
Her hands pressed against his chest as he leaned into her, and he saw her own fire burn in the light gray depths of her tip-tilted eyes. “Hey!” she yelled, as always refusing to be intimidated by him. God help him but it just made him harder for her. “One: back off the dress. I like it, so suck it up. And two: I didn’t even know who he was!”
Braden remembered the way she’d smiled at Gavin. “And yet you were still flirting with him!”
She flinched at his roar but continued to push harder against him. “Me? You ask me to take the night off for this, and then I find out you’ve invited all your previous fuck buddies and girlfriends, and you spend the entire night flirting your ass off with more than one of them! What is this, Braden?” He saw the fire suddenly die in her eyes, and something new flickered in its stead. Something like hurt. “Is this me getting laid off early?”
Now he understood. Why she’d been pissed off earlier, why she’d found Gavin as a distraction. Braden had unintentionally hurt her. A sharp ache pierced his chest at the thought and he gripped her hips, holding her gently against him.
Her eyes flared at the feel of his erection digging into her.
“Babe, that wasn’t anything out there,” he promised her and tried to explain. “I wanted a big take tonight, and a lot of those girls like to party and have a lot of friends who like to party. That’s all it was.”
“And the flirting.”
“I didn’t even realize. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I’d never hurt you.
Just like that a hardness he recognized from when they’d first met crept back into her eyes. She scoffed. “You didn’t hurt me. I can’t be hurt by you.”
It was definitely the wrong thing to say.
His feelings were too close to the surface, too hard to control, and more than anything he wanted to shake all that contemptible self-control of Jocelyn’s right out of her.
Braden snapped. He knew one way to get to the truth. She could never hide from him when he was inside her. Never. When he moved inside her everything she felt for him was in her eyes. She cared. Deeply. And right now, more than ever, Braden needed to see it.
In one quick movement he had her braced on the desk with her dress rucked up around her waist. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Jocelyn.”
“I’m not lying.” She gasped, excitement flaring in her gaze as Braden began to unbutton his trousers.
His freed cock nudged against the stunning heat between Jocelyn’s legs. “You’re lying.” He kissed the soft skin of her neck, inhaling her perfume.
He felt her tremble around him.
Whether she shook with excitement or uncertainty he suddenly didn’t know. It halted him, and the guilt flooded him. Guilt for abandoning her that evening. Guilt for treating her like a possession, and worse, for thinking even for a second she would betray him like Analise did. “I’m sorry for hurting you.”
She nodded slowly, quietly accepting the apology, but more importantly acknowledging that he’d hurt her, that she cared enough for him to be able to hurt her.
It was all he wanted, because he needed her right then. Needed her to explain how he could have lost his control, how he could have let his rage get the best of him after all these years. “Babe,” he leaned into her, on her. “I hit him. I hit him. Seeing him with you… I hit him.”
Jocelyn cupped his face in her hands, clearly hurting for him, as her eyes glittered with compassion. In that moment Braden felt more sure of her than he ever had before. “Don’t,” she whispered across his lips. “Don’t do that to yourself.”
I’m not. You are. You’re doing this to me.
I love you.
Frustrated, Braden held the words inside him, knowing she wasn’t ready to hear them. Instead he showed her how he felt as he hungrily kissed her. He laid waste to them both as he took her on his desk, knowing as he thrust inside her, her cries filling his ears, that it would never be enough. He’d never be sated. Not until she admitted what he already knew. Jocelyn was his.
It was only a matter of time until she realized it, and once she did, Braden had the darkest sense of foreboding that he’d have an impossible time trying to keep her from slipping through his hands.


To my ever-increasing confusion, relief flowed through me to see him sitting on the steps at the front entrance to my building as I returned from Cole’s. He was wearing a warm jacket, but it was freezing outside and he didn’t have a hat on or a scarf. Guilt immediately needled me.
Cole was right. Avoiding Marco today had been immature. And here he was waiting on me in this bloody baltic weather.
Was he telling the truth? Was he really not going anywhere?

“I’m buying you a scarf.” I sighed, coming to a stop in front of him. He lifted his head, his hands dangling between his knees, and my muscles locked at the expression on his face.

Pissed off didn’t even cover it.

I waited for him to say something, to yell, to question my childish behavior, but instead he stood up and turned his back on me. My mouth dropped open with more confusion, and I watched as he took the last few steps up the front stoop and waited.
Realizing that he was waiting for me to let him in, I hurried up the steps and passed him, my hands shaking a little as I unlocked the door.
I felt his intimidating presence behind me as I attempted not to rush up the stairs to my flat as if a debt collector was on my heels. He got so close to me when I was inserting the key into my lock that his chest brushed against my back.
The butterflies had returned to my stomach with a vengeance by the time I got the door unlocked. As soon as the lock clicked, Marco reached over my head, one hand shoving against the door to throw it open. I was unceremoniously shuffled inside, and sensing the anger practically pouring from him, I scooted out of his grasp and strode into the sitting room to get some distance. I began jerkily unbuttoning my coat.
“So this morning”—his fucked-off tone made me stiffen as I slipped my coat off—“when I kissed you good-bye before I left to get ready for work, that sweet you gave me . . . it was bullshit?”
He was referring to the fact that I’d pulled him back for a deeper kiss, reluctant to let him go. The thing was, when he was right there in front of me, the unease I felt was harder to hold on to. By the time he was gone and I was getting ready for work, I’d let that unease win.
I turned to face him. The fact that he was shrugging out of his own jacket suggested to me he was angry but he wasn’t angry enough to leave. Why the hell did I feel so relieved again?
“I’m just confused,” I answered honestly.
“That’s your answer?” He threw his jacket on my armchair and prowled toward me. “I’ve had the worst fucking day and that’s your answer?”
Unwilling to be intimidated when I was just trying to be truthful, I refused to back up even when he stopped so close I had to tilt my head back to look up at him. “It’s the truth,” I snapped.
“So you’re confused. That gives you the right to treat me like shit?”
The guilt was back. “No.” Without even thinking, I brushed my fingertips over his chest, a gesture of reassurance. “I’m sorry for today. It wasn’t fair. I’m just . . . confused.”
For a moment I wasn’t sure how he was going to react.
Then slowly the tension seemed to ease from him despite the hardness that remained in his eyes. “I don’t ever want a repeat of today. We got problems, we talk. You don’t leave me standing out in the cold like a fucking idiot.”
Feeling like one of my scolded schoolchildren, I crossed my arms over my chest and answered somewhat petulantly, “Were you always this bossy?”
A dangerous glint entered his eyes. “Oh, babe, you haven’t seen bossy.”
I let out a gasp of surprise…