I know, I know...it'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 Amazon.com 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 |
BLURB:
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.
EXCERPT:
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.”
