Blitz & #giveaway – Fighter Girl by Kathryn James @Kathryn_james @xpressoreads @xpressotours


Book & Author Details:

Fighter Girl by Kathryn James
Published by: Swoon Romance
Publication date: May 17th 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult


“It began three days ago with a fight. Seems that for me, everything begins with a fight…”

Sammy Jo may be strong, fast and tough, even in heels, but she gets into trouble when she fights some local thugs to save a rich boy named Gregory.

Now bad guy McCloud is after her – and he’s even more dangerous than her forbidden love for Gregory.

Fighter Girl was published in the United Kingdom under the title GYPSY GIRL.



I gathered up my bridesmaid dress from its delivery box perched on the sun lounger and held it in the air. I loved my Lycra, I loved my jeans, but I loved this frilly, frothy creation as well. It shimmered in the sunshine, its tight, strapless bodice trimmed with crystals, its waist tight and slim fitting all the way down over my hips until it flared out into a cloud of lacy, tulle skirts. Sabrina grabbed the flower girl’s dress and started worrying that the color of the ribbons weren’t the right shade of blue. That’s why I didn’t hear the two boys coming down the lane past our trailers until I looked up and found them standing there staring at us in surprise. “Oh. My. God. Gypsies,” said one of them, like he might say Oh my God, Martians. He flicked a strand of his styled, dark hair into place and stood there smirking at us.

For a moment, my mouth stopped working, which is unusual for me. I stared back, but not at the dark haired one; he didn’t interest me. It was the other boy who had struck me silent. This one had a mop of fair hair that had gone streaky and baby blond in the summer sun. You’d think that would mean he had blue or gray eyes, but he didn’t. He had brown eyes, not dark brown, but golden brown, like clear amber. I remembered the fair hair and the golden brown eyes from the last time we met.  He was staring back at me, so I don’t think he’d forgotten either. I just stood there, clutching my armful of frothing, white, duchess silk and finest tulle.  “What’re you doing here?” he asked, eventually.


It was true. We weren’t getting in anyone’s way. We were out of sight. The piece of grass we were parked on wasn’t being used for anything. The only problem was Gypsy’s Acre belonged to the Langtons. The roof of their big house and a couple of windows were showing through the trees and across the fields behind us.  The Langtons were rich, and they owned everything around here. And the fair-haired boy in front of me was Gregory Langton. Their son. His friend was beginning to grin, thinking he could get cocky because we’re girls and we’re travelers. He didn’t know the Smith sisters, obviously. “So what’s your names?” he called.

“Ignore them,” muttered Sabrina, pulling my sleeve. “You’ve got to do something about these ribbons, they’re all wrong, seriously.” I shook her off. “This won’t take long.”

“But you have to help me with the dresses!”

“Take yours inside, I’ll only be a minute.”  I walked closer. Gregory and his friend took a step back. My sisters say I have a walk like a tiger, like I’m stalking my prey—if tigers wore heels, that is. “Our names? As if I’d tell you,” I said to them, as Sabrina huffed and muttered her way to our trailer. “You’re gorjers.”

“Hey, she called us gorgeous,” said the friend, looking smug.

Gregory Langton peered at me from under his mop of fair hair. “She didn’t, Cooper. She called us gor-jers, which means non-gypsies, that’s all.”

“Clever,” I said to him. “I know I am.” He paused. “Sammy-Jo Smith.”

So he did remember me. He’d grown tall and skinny since I last saw him.

purchase links

Amazon US | Amazon UK



About the author

kathryn_james_portraitKathryn lives in Leicester with her family, writing full time (and loves that!) Kathryn always wanted to become an author and wrote her first story at age eight. But it took quite a while and lots of different jobs before she got published.

She’s worked with gypsy and traveller children, working from a converted bus with a rainbow on the side, doing video and photography projects, and documenting travelling lives.
Mist draws on and is influenced by her work with this community.

She’s also written scripts for a local video production company, many of them for children and teenagers.


author links

Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads


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