Happy Thursday, everyone! I actually can't believe I'm here, but I made a blogging schedule, and I'm sticking to it. Expect new life from this blog and a ton of new topics. While I've been out of the blogging world for a hot minute, things are finally settling down around here, and I have a new daily schedule I'm trying to implement. Sure, there will be some hiccups along the way, but I appreciate you all sticking with me through, what I can only describe as, the most difficult year of my life.
Enough of all that for today, though. I have a super awesome surprise for you all. Even though I've been slacking on the blog, I've been doing a ton of writing (as you know, if you've seen the
War and Pieces series--1/4 of 312k words is nothing to scoff at). Recently, I've been working on a novel that hits pretty close to home. If you're ready to read a bit, strap in and let's get going. I'm giving you the cover, blurb, and about 600 words of the story. Kindly remember this is the unedited version. Ha! ;)
Title:
Utterances
Author: Jo Michaels
Genre: New Adult Paranormal
Length: TBD
Release Date: 2017
Blurb:
Simone spent the last two years by her cancer-ridden mother’s bedside. Taking care of her was the number one priority. When Mom suddenly goes into full remission, Simone is left bobbing in an unfamiliar ocean with a young man named Tristan. What happens next is the stuff of fairy tales—and nightmares.
Shocking, heart-wrenching, and insightful, Utterances will make you question everything you thought you knew about self-sacrifice. Award-winning author Jo Michaels pulls reality and the paranormal together in a way never before seen, intensely examining what we call the human condition by diving into the innermost workings of one young lady’s mind.
Sneak Peek:
Prologue
“…and they
lived happily ever after.” Simone closed the book and lifted her eyes to her
mother’s still form.
Frail.
Deathly
white and blue.
Breathing
shallow and erratic.
Tubes
sprouted from her arms and neck, and the machines in the room kept up a steady
beeping as though trying to create a beautiful melody amid the morbidity of the
place.
Yvette was
going to die. After fighting so long, the cancer eating her once vibrant body
would complete its deadly feast and release her from the pain.
Simone’s
eyes watered, and she stood to leave for the evening, eager to wash off the
antiseptic scent clinging to her clothes and hair. Carefully, she placed the
book of fairy tales in her bag, whispered a promise of something better to read
next time as she kissed her mother on the forehead, and shut the door softly.
Chapter 1
Banging
ensued as bags were carried through the door and dropped in the foyer on the
threadbare mat. Yvette spun around with her arms extended, nearly knocking
photos off the walls. “It’s so good to be home.”
Simone
laughed. “It’s good to have you home.”
They
embraced, and the woman kissed the top of her daughter’s head. “I never thought
I’d see this musty old apartment again, that’s for sure.”
“Me either.”
Sniffling,
Yvette let go, took a step back, and put her hands on her hips. “I forgot how
dismal it is. At least you managed to keep it clean.”
“Of course I
did. I’m not a slob. You raised me better than that.” Simone winked and pulled
two slim, red, plastic containers out of her purse. “How about you get the
movies ready while I order the pizza.”
While her
mother danced and whistled her way across the living room, Simone carried the
bags down the hall, put them in the master bedroom, and slipped into her own
room, shutting the door behind her. Carefully, she pulled the old book out of
her bag and ran her fingers over the infinity symbol’s embossed edges. She then
slipped the thick tome under her pillow before picking up the phone and dialing
the pizza parlor’s number.
When she
made it back to the couch, twenty minutes later, dressed in yoga pants and a
tank top, she was much more relaxed.
Yvette
patted the cushion. “Sit by me. Did you get the pizza ordered?”
Simone
nodded as she plopped down and stuck her bare feet on the coffee table.
Her mother
frowned.
“What?”
“Have you
been putting your nasty toes on my table the whole time I’ve been gone?”
“Mom. Come
on. Don’t start on me the first day you’re home.”
One side of
her mouth wrinkled back into her cheek a moment before she softened and patted
her daughter’s knee. “Okay. You’re right. I shou—”
A knock at
the door interrupted the moment.
“I’ll get
it. You pour the drinks!” Yvette was off the couch in a fluid movement,
ponytail swinging as she bounced toward the entryway.
Simone
sighed before pushing off the cushions and heading for the kitchen. As she
filled two glasses with ice, tendrils of panic weaved their way up her spine.
She checked to make sure her mother was occupied before running down the hall
and shoving a hand beneath the pillow, feeling for the book’s leather-bound
edges. Satisfied it was there, Simone snuck back up the hall to continue her
task—her mind still attached to the feeling of the book on her fingers.
~~~~~~~~~~ End excerpt ~~~~~~~~~
What do you think?
Well, that's all for today, folks! Until next time, WRITE ON!
Jo
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