Thursday, March 5, 2015

RELEASE DAY! My Very First YA~~~ plus #Giveaway!

I know, I's been a LONG time since I put up a blog! I need to start doing that. (It's still insane to me that people are curious what's going on with me.) If anything, I'd like to get back to my positivity posts! :)

But more on that at a later date because today is...

*~*~*~RELEASE DAY!~*~*~

And with release day comes a blog tour with PRIZES! <3 This time we're giving away a $25.00 giftcard and a copy of I'll Always Miss You.

There are multiple ways to enter, so make sure you stop by each blog on the tour for your chance to win!

MAR-4 : MB Mulhall

MAR-5 : Cate Ashwood
MAR-6 : Will Parkinson
MAR-7 : Cody Kennedy
MAR-7 : Harmony Ink Chat! <3 (5 p.m. - 7 p.m. CDT)
MAR-9 : Chari Green
MAR-10 : Mia Kerick

ISBN-13: 9781632165244
Pages: 256 pages
Cover Artist: Bree Archer
Categories: Young Adult | Bisexual | Coming of Age |


Isa Zaman might forgive his parents for taking in a friend’s son if only he wasn't the most boring teenager in the universe. Macklin "Mackie" Cormack’s only interests are reading and the outdoors. Yeah, right. Isa's convinced Mackie is either a pyro or a klepto. Plus, as a white kid, Mackie looks ridiculous in the Zamans' Arab American household. Forced to share a bedroom, the boys keep butting heads until an absurd fight finally breaks the tension between them. 

Isa’s just starting to figure life out: this new houseguest, his cultural identity, school, and even girls, when the entire family is uprooted from their home for reasons Isa can't understand. They move from their tiny city apartment to a giant, old house in a small town, hours away from everything he's ever known. Oh, and the new house? It's probably haunted, or so says the blank-faced ten-year-old next door. As if things weren't weird enough, Isa's friendship with Mackie suddenly takes a strange turn down a path Isa's not sure he’s ready to follow. It turns out Mackie Cormack isn’t nearly as boring as Isa once imagined.


And that’s when I realized that my friends had become jerks.

I don’t know what it was, staring at their backs, that made me realize it, but they had.

And I was a jerk too.

Because I hadn’t stood up to them, and I’d put Mackie in this position again, when I knew he didn’t want to be there.

I turned immediately to go.

I knew we couldn’t abandon them, but that didn’t mean I had to stay inside to wait for them. I bumped into a couple dancing and somehow avoided the long-nailed grasp of a very drunk woman who wanted me to dance with her, and then I was near the door. I waited only until the people coming in had moved, and then I charged out of the club. I even told the bored guy with the stamp to kiss my ass.

A couple of girls near the front of the line giggled when they saw me, but I ignored them. I ignored them, and I went to find Mackie and the car.

He sat with his hands on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead. No, glaring straight ahead.

I opened the passenger side door, and I climbed in.

“That was qui—”

I didn’t let him finish his sarcastic remark. I just grabbed his shirt and I pulled him across the seat to me, and I kissed him. Long and hard and good. I was fifteen years old, and I really, really, really didn’t want to be at a bar in Kansas City.

“Let’s go see the library,” I told him.

“Okay,” he replied dumbly.

“Right now, let’s leave those idiots and go see the library.”

“Okay,” he said, putting the car in gear. “Yeah, we’ll come back for them.”

“We’ll come back for them,” I agreed. “But right now, just you and me. Let’s go. Take the car and drive.”

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