Friday 2 April 2021

πŸŽ‡✨ STEALING THE STARS ⭐️ Debra Anastasia ✨πŸŽ‡ #BlogTour #Excerpt ⭐️

  ©  Bianca ✰ Janeane 

• 28 March 2021
• Standalone YA/NA Dramance
• Stars World #2
(It can really be read as a standalone, BUT Gaze and Pixie from book 1 are in here a lot! Also, the three guys from the Mercy books appear quite a bit in here - so you might want to read those too!)

4.5 Stars
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My name is Ruffian. To remember my mom, I want to change the world.

I’m going to do things wrong to make things right.

That’s okay, because I’m going to jail.

I know it.

I’ve planned for it. I was always going to end up there.

For now, I need a cover story.

A cover family.

A way to hide from the suspicion that always finds me.

Teddi Burathon is the perfect shield.

Popular, friendly, sassy. Good.

She’s everything I’m not.

And I’ll use her as a pretty distraction so no one sees me coming.

My heart is dead and I’m a bomb waiting to detonate.

Most people want to build a future.


I'm going to rob a bank.


I had the perfect friends, the perfect family.

The perfect everything.

We were a greeting card you wanted to frame.

And then he showed up on our doorstep looking like the aftermath of a rock concert, claiming to be my adopted brother’s half-brother.

Sounds like trouble, right?

He looked like trouble.

Hell, his name defined trouble.

Ruffian had bad news and heartbreak written all over him.

But knowing he would break my heart didn’t stop me from falling.

Ruffian + Teddi.
We're back in the world of Gaze + Pixie.
You don't have to remember Drowning in Stars to enjoy this book. But it was such a beautiful story - so if you're reading both, please read DIS first, especially because Pixie and Gaze are in here a lot!!

Ruffian and his mom have always been homeless. But she made their life beautiful. As much as it was possible. They had friends, or more like family - a community of other homeless people and families - they lived in some kind of tent-village with.
But now his mom died, the village is gone and 17 year old Ruffian is all alone. He just has a name on a piece of paper - a real family he never knew.
He wants to go live a normal life for a bit. But only for a few pretend months. Until he can rob a bank and make some big money for his tent 'family' to have a better life - and so that nobody would ever forget his amazing mom.
He'll go to jail - he knows that - but he doesn't care.
But now that he's here in his new life - with so many new people - even some family. And especially the beautiful and amazing Teddi .... will he / can he go through with his plans?

What will happen to Teddie & Ruffian?
Will there be a HEA?


Ugh! Debra and her super emotional books!
This one was almost as cryable as Drowning in Stars.
It's all so sad and hopeless for poor Ruffian. But of course we want him to have hope. We want him to get his happily ever after with Teddi. But it won't be easy to get there. It will be a long and complicated and heartbreaking journey. Which the reader will enjoy and hate and love and grrr. ☺
I hated so many parts of the book. Not because the book was bad, just because I wanted that HEA right the eff immediately!
But that's not how it goes in romances!
I also really hated the Meg parts of the book. I really could've done without her. I really hated her, but we needed those parts for even more heartbreaking reasons.😭

But I loved this book.
I won't say more than that. I don't want to spoil anything.
It was a beautiful love story.
A beautiful and heartbreaking story about two young people - who had a very different start to life - fighting their way to a happily ever after!

It was maybe a tiny bit long. It took me forever to read it. No idea why. I guess it's just one of those slow-flowing stories. Still amazing, but it could've been a bit shorter, or a tiny bit more exciting in the middle parts.

I just realized that I haven't talked much - or at all - about Teddi. What she does and what her hopes and dreams are. And that's not fair. Yes, she's a happy upper middle class girl. A rich girl really. But she has her own problems. And dreams. She wants to help people. She goes to school but she also throws parties for terminal ill or very sick children. Like kids who won't be able to go to their own prom in five years, because they won't be alive anymore. Things like that. I think that's amazingly brave and beautiful. But it gets a bit lost in the story, because Ruffian is our troubled hero and we just want him to get his happy end! But Teddi obviously plays the most important part in his story. She's his sparkles and we love her! ♥

Oh and next to Gaze and Pixie from the last book being in here a lot ... the guys from the Mercy series (Mercy, Havoc and Lock) are in here a bit too!
So if you're extremely weird like I am - I would suggest you first read Mercy - Havoc - Lock - Drowning in Stars and then Stealing The Stars! πŸ˜‰

Anyway. This was a beautiful love story. But it was also so much more.

STEALING THE STARS was such a heartbreakingly beautiful YA/NA love story!! I just adored Teddi & Ruffian! Run to your nearest amazon before they're sold out!!
Also - I still need a spin-off for Austin!!

ARC received for an honest review.
Drowning In Stars was one of my favourite books of last year, and Stealing The Stars is in the same vein.
Ruffian and Teddi's story pulls at the heartstrings. Whilst it is not as angsty as many of Ms Anastasia's other works, it will make you laugh, make you cry, get you frustrated and angry and get all grrr.
But it will make you smile.  This pair could not be any more different if they tried, but it is all heart eyes for each other as soon as they meet.
Ruffian is Gaze from Drowning In Stars brother, so we  get to catch up with Gaze and Pixie as well as learn about Ruffian.
Whilst I loved how everyone comes together, to me, it just felt all too easy.  I don't know, to me I think I wanted, no I needed a bit more drama - I know, I know, I am too picky lol
My favourite part was the cameos by some beloved Debra Anastasia character, but I think you need to read and get the OOOH moment for yourself.
I now need to get a book for Austin, who you are yet to meet (but who gives me whole David Rose vibes). 

Please make this happen, Ms Anastasia


I flopped around until I really, really wanted a glass of water. Or a bottle. Just anything to get me hydrated. I stood and went to my door, squeaking it open slowly.

No one told me I had to stay in my room, but that was a sense I was getting. I should be settled for the evening. Rocket the dog was nowhere to be found, so I assumed she was with one of the family members. The young cat that Gaze and Pixie had claimed was theirs was on the couch and covered his eyes with his paws when I walked past him.

In the kitchen I had to open three different cabinets until I found some glasses. They were all special liquor glasses. Wine, rocks, beer glasses—they would suffice, but their normal cups weren’t in an obvious spot.

I went to the fridge and skipped the ice so I wouldn’ make a racket. When my glass was halfway full, a person lurking in the doorway caught my eye. I started and my hand jumped, the glass shooting up out of my hand. Teddi lurched forward and put out her hand. I did the same. I managed to get a grip on the glass as Teddi’s arm swung wildly and she poked me in the eye with her pinkie.

“Oh shit.” I slapped my left hand over my throbbing eye while catching the glass with my other hand.

“Oh my God. I am so sorry. Are you okay? It felt like I stuck my finger in Jell-O right then.” She shivered and closed her eyes.

I opened my other eye while squeezing the injured one tightly. “It’s okay. I have two. And I like a challenge.”

“Seriously? Like, I can drive you to Urgent Care or wherever. You might have a scratched cornea and that blows. I hated when it happened to me.”

“Someone poked you in the eye in the middle of the night?”

“No. I had an accident in cheer. Our bottom was a little off her game and I wound up knowing what four inches of her finger felt like in my brain.”

“Man, that’s not the sentence I want to hear wrapped around the words of four inches of finger in.” I staggered over to the counter and set down my glass.

“What did you want to hear?” She was smokin’. Forcing me to tell her about my dirty mind.

“Nothing. No worries. Why are you up in the middle of the night?” I slumped against the counter.

“It’s time for my two a.m. fudge bar.” She moved to the freezer part of the fridge and yanked it open. She had the ice cream she sought set up like a dispenser. She plucked out a cold one and had the paper off of it in a practiced motion.

Here I was feeling spoiled for having water from the dispenser. Girlfriend had her own private ice cream truck in her kitchen.

“You set an alarm for that or something?” I lifted my chin in her direction.

“It’s a built-in notification” She tapped her temple with her phone. “How’s your room downstairs?”

Stupid luxurious. Spacious. Private. Alone. Sad.

“Great. Bed’s a little soft.” I attempted to open my poked eye. Couldn’t do it.

I watched as concern zipped her smile into a straight line. “You really might have some damage there.” She took a step toward me.

If she only knew. The damage I had and the damage I intended to do.

“Let me see.” She popped the whole ice cream into her mouth and clamped her lips around it. Then she was in my space on her tiptoes. She put her hands on my face like we’d known each other our whole lives. I flinched a little and she settled a hand behind my neck. She pried my closed eye open with her fingers. In the meantime, she made sucking noises around the ice cream. It seemed like she might actually be in distress, so I grabbed the Fudgsicle out of her mouth. She licked around her lips and squinted some more.

“I can’t tell crap. It's too dark.” She stepped back and took her ice cream from my hands.

She did some very thorough licking of the melting parts as she made her way to the light switch. She turned it on and returned to me. “I need to set this down.”

She opened the cabinet next to my head and took out a bowl, setting the fudge bar in it.

Then she resumed her position and clamped onto my neck and eye again. “Sorry, I am so used to being in people’s personal space between makeup and cheer.”

She seemed to be apologizing for putting her chest against me and blowing her sweet breath onto my face.

It was all making things happen in my pants. Too much. As she looked intently at my eye, interrogation-style, I had to stare at her. She had to be the prettiest human I’d ever seen in person. Her eyes were set up like blue starbursts and her skin was beautifully smooth. I wanted to lick it like she was my ice cream treat. She let go of my eyelid and it snapped shut.

“It’s red and bloodshot.” She pointed to the kitchen chair.

I lumbered over and sat down, grateful for a place to hunch over my growing problem.

Teddi went back to the freezer and came back with a cold pack. “Tilt your head back a little.”

I did as she asked again, and she straddled my leg, again holding my neck. Sure, my eye felt like it still had her finger in it, but all this closeness was really having me and my pants hoping she was going to kiss everything and make it better.

She gently pressed the ice on my closed eye. “Keep it closed. The eye really does heal itself a lot. You just need to give it time.”

I grunted in acknowledgment. As I peered at her through my working eye, she rooted around in the kitchen. Her tiny sleep shorts and tank top were my own personal cable channel. She used the water from my glass—whatever was left—and then refilled a water bottle with a straw in it.

“Here, now you can drink easier while your eye does what it has to do.” She held the bottle near my face. I took it out of her hand.

“Thanks. You send mixed messages to weirdos in your kitchen. Attack, first aid, apply water.” I took a deep suck and realized I was super thirsty.

She went back to her ice cream and opened a drawer until she came up with a spoon. Her snack had become a cold soup and she ate it as such.

I hit the bottom of the bottle with a loud slurp.

Teddi grimaced. “Damn, son. You were parched.”

She grabbed my bottle and filled it again. The little kindnesses she was showing me were getting embedded into my skin. Where I was from, how I was raised, kindness was hard to find. I could go whole days without getting treated like a person by anyone besides my mom.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. And I’m sorry I turned you into a pirate. The good news is, I have an eye patch from last Halloween for you.” She pointed at my eye with her spoon.

“Then I’m all set.” I was able to get half the second water bottle down before I was truly done with feeling thirsty.


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Debra creates pretend people in her head and paints them on the giant, beautiful canvas of your imagination. She has a Bachelor of Science degree in political science and writes new adult angst and romantic comedies. She lives in Maryland with her husband and two amazing children.