Today I am one of the two stops on the blog tour for A Heart in a Body in the World written by Deb Caletti. This is part of a Rockstar Book Tours. I will be sharing an excerpt from Chapter One. There is also a giveaway going on if you live in the US,and there will be three winners!
When everything has been taken from you, what else is there to do but run?
So that’s what Annabelle does—she runs from Seattle to Washington, DC, through mountain passes and suburban landscapes, from long lonely roads to college towns. She’s not ready to think about the why yet, just the how—muscles burning, heart pumping, feet pounding the earth. But no matter how hard she tries, she can’t outrun the tragedy from the past year, or the person—The Taker—that haunts her.
Followed by Grandpa Ed in his RV and backed by her brother and two friends (her self-appointed publicity team), Annabelle becomes a reluctant activist as people connect her journey to the trauma from her past. Her cross-country run gains media attention and she is cheered on as she crosses state borders, and is even thrown a block party and given gifts. The support would be nice, if Annabelle could escape the guilt and the shame from what happened back home. They say it isn’t her fault, but she can’t feel the truth of that.
Through welcome and unwelcome distractions, she just keeps running, to the destination that awaits her. There, she’ll finally face what lies behind her—the miles and love and loss…and what is to come.
About the Book:
Title: A HEART IN A BODY IN THE WORLD
Author: Deb Caletti
Publication Date: September 18, 2018
Publisher: Simon Pulse
Formats: Hardcover, eBook, Audiobook
Find it here: Goodreads, Amazon, Audible, B&N, iBooks, TBD
Chapter One Excerpt:
Annabelle Agnelli is trying to hold it together in the parking lot of Dick’s Drive-In. After what just happened, she’s stunned. Frozen. And then—imagine it—Annabelle’s wrecked self suddenly takes off like a lightning bolt. She’s clutching the white bag, which has the unfortunate word, Dick’s, stamped across it in orange. Her burger is still warm. She’s holding the Coke, too, which sloshes like a stormy sea as she tries to outrun the bad visions of the recent past. French fries spring loose in the bag, and it shakes around like a maraca.
Of course she’s heard that saying—A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Coach Kwan has a poster of it in his office. It shows the silhouette of a girl at sunset, running up a steep mountain path, and it’s all clouds parting and God rays shining down and purple mountain majesties. There is no panic and dropped napkins and hair flying. That poster does not look like this.
Where is she going? No idea.
Why is she going? Well, sometimes you just snap. Snapping is easy when you’re already brittle from the worst possible thing happening. It is easy when you’re broken and guilty and scared. You snap just like that. Like the snap has been waiting around for the right moment.
So, now, Annabelle Agnelli is no longer trying to hold it together in the Dick’s Drive-In parking lot. She’s lost it. Utterly lost it. She’s ditched her car entirely, and she’s jogging down the sidewalk, fast, at a really good clip. Coach Kwan would be proud. She’s getting sweaty and her mind is swirling, and it’s all a little unhinged for the straight-A student that she is. She is a good and nice person who keeps things together, but that has been a big job, an enormous job, a job that’s way, way too big for her lately.
It gets worse. Of course, this is what often happens: Things get worse and worse still. A spiral follows gravity downward. She’s been running for who knows how long, and it starts to get dark. It’s metaphor-darkness, but it’s also just the truth. Night falls. Big clouds cross the sky, threatening rain. So many things are falling—night, rain, the last of the stuff holding Annabelle Agnelli together.
She’s halfway down Seattle’s busy thoroughfare of Broadway. Then she turns down Cherry, and before she knows it, Annabelle is on the path that hugs Lake Washington. It’s March, which means that the sun goes down around five, five thirty. She has no idea what time it is, though. People with hunched shoulders and their jacket hoods up are walking their dogs. Little dogs and big dogs are pulled and yanked—there’s no time for luxurious sniffing with the sky that black. There’s a bicyclist or two or twenty, speeding home after work, their wheels zizzing by her. Backpacks are slung over their shoulders. Their tight, shiny bike pants shoot past, meteor streaks of luminescent yellow. Streetlights plink on.
She keeps running. There’s a little pit-pat of rain, nothing major. The burger bag is gone (in a trash can, she hopes, though she can’t say for sure), but Annabelle still has the Coke, and her purse bangs against her side. She stopped by Dick’s after hanging out with Zach Oh and Olivia, and so she’s wearing her jeans and a sweater and she’s way, way too hot. Her jacket is in the car; her regular running clothes and shoes are back at home. None of this matters.
Now, she’s past Leschi and then Seward Park, and it’s a little creepy out that way, with the lake a deep indigo and the big evergreens shaking their boughs overhead. This is the thing she wants to outrun: the creepiness. Not only the creepiness of Seward Park and the creepiness that just happened at Dick’s, but all creepiness, all powerlessness, all moments where you feel your fate in someone else’s hands.
Seriously, she should not be running in this part of the city at night. People get hurt here. Robbed. Killed. She feels a weird fearlessness. Whatever. Come and get me, she thinks. Do you think I care?
Then, she thinks something else: I could keep going and going.
This is where big ideas come from—a flash across the brain screen in moments when all the circuits are throwing sparks. The where and the why and the I don’t know form the tiniest ball of cells you’d need a microscope to see.
Big ideas can lead to great things. Big ideas can lead to disaster. The cells begin to divide.
Her phone has been buzzing in her pocket. She is hours late getting home. People are worried. She brushes away the thought, but then the responsible-person guilt collides with the burn in her legs and the ache in her toes. This is a large part of Annabelle Agnelli—the weight of what she owes everyone. It makes the gears of her anxiety click and whirl. Finally, she stops. She’s panting hard.
There is a park off to her left. She’s lived in Seattle all her life, but she’s never been out here. GENE COULON MEMORIAL BEACH PARK, the sign reads. CITY OF RENTON. She slurps down the Coke, crushes the cup. Crushing things feels awesome. She walks in a circle until her breath regulates, because she knows what will happen to her muscles if she doesn’t. Her chest burns.
Help me, Kat, Annabelle thinks. What do I do?
Keep going, Kat answers.
See? Kat is her best friend, so she understands. Kat knows Annabelle better than anyone, except maybe a certain someone who is losing her mind right about now. A certain someone who is calling and calling. Annabelle reaches for her buzzing phone.
“I’m okay, Mom,” she answers.
“Oh, God, Annabelle. Dear Jesus, where the hell are you?” Yes—God, Jesus, and hell in a ten-word sentence is really packing it in there, but this is Gina Agnelli. For her, being Catholic isn’t just about religion—it’s about superstition and safekeeping and tradition. She rarely goes to mass, but she’s got the required crucifix over the kitchen doorway, the rosary in the dresser drawer, and the stack of dead relatives’ funeral cards, held together with a rubber band. It’s almost hard for Annabelle to believe that people are still Catholic. But the Catholic church is something that’s been around for a zillion years and will keep on being around for a zillion years, in spite of the bad press and rumors of vanishing, kind of like Hostess Twinkies.
How can Annabelle believe in anything anymore, though? It’d be nice to have belief, but it’s likely gone for good.
“I’m at Gene Coulon Park. In Renton?”
“What? Why? Who are you there with? Have you been drinking?”
Ha. Annabelle wishes. “No, I haven’t been drinking! I ran here.”
“You ran there? What do you mean, you ran there? Where’s the car? Christ in heaven, do you know how worried I was? I was worried sick.”
Worry! Annabelle’s mother is always worried! She was worried even before last year, even before there was reason. Worry is another way Gina tries to keep everyone safe. Worry is a different version of prayer. Here is what happens when your mother worries: You become secretly worried. Anxiety plays in your background like bad grocery store music. You pace and count stuff and wake at night, your heart beating too fast. You pretend to be brave, and do stuff to prove you’re not a scared person like she is. The constant worry (over your whereabouts, over certain friends, over anything and everything, but always the wrong things) bashes into your head: You are not safe. The world is full of danger and treachery. You don’t have a chance.
Look what good all that worry did anyway.
How can you feel safe? It is a complicated question. Which is fitting, because Annabelle is complicated. Hidden behind all that nice-and-pretty, she is desperate and grief-stricken.
“I’m fine, Mom.”
Of course she is not. She is most definitely not fine.
“Malcolm was trying to ping you, whatever that means! And I almost called Grandpa to go look for you, that’s how frantic I was. Annabelle, you can’t just disappear for hours.”
Malcolm: Annabelle’s younger brother. Technological genius, thirteen-year-old MacGyver. Brainiac, irritant, little buddy. Ed Agnelli: Grandpa. Nickname: Capitano. Former owner and boss of a frozen fish packing company, who retired and became the solo skipper of his own ship—an RV he drove around the country. Currently—their next-door neighbor. Add in Bit the dog: breed unknown. Small, brown and tan. Superfast underwear snatcher. Also, Carl Walter: Mom’s occasional boyfriend, division manager of AT&T. Rabid Seahawks fan. Still thinks Pop-Tarts and Hi-C are decent nutritional choices. Finally: Anthony. Annabelle and Malcolm’s dad. Former high school athlete and runaway parent, now Father Anthony, a priest at Saint Therese’s near Boston. Also known as: That Bastard Father Anthony, which is what Gina’s called him ever since he left six years ago, after saying he’d had enough. Annabelle—she has stopped calling him altogether.
There it is: La famiglia. The family.
“Annabelle? Annabelle! Are you there?”
“Why are you so quiet? You’re making me nervous.”
Oh, mothers can drive you nuts, but mothers know you.
It’s now or never.
“I’m not coming home.”
“What do you mean, you’re not coming home? Of course you’re coming home. I’ve got my car keys in my hand. Malcolm!” she shouts. “Look up Gene Colon Park on GPS!”
“Not Colon. Coulon. Cu.” A wave of hysteria rises up. She almost laughs. Cu is an abbreviation for culo, Italian slang for ass. “But you don’t need to come now. I’ve got a hundred and twenty bucks of birthday money in my wallet. I saw a Best Western a ways back.”
“We’ll be there in a half hour, if I don’t get lost.”
“I’m not coming home. I mean it.”
“Annabelle. Stop this right now. I mean it. I’m the one who gets to mean it! What happened at Zach Oh’s? Something happened.” Gina says Zach’s name really fast. Zackos.
It sounds like the online shoe-shopping site for people who’ve lost their minds.
“Nothing happened at Zach’s.”
“Is this some Dungeons and Dragons thing?”
“Mom, no. . . .”
How to explain it? Even to herself?
She replays the scene: She is leaving Zach’s. She actually feels good. She’s light, lighter than she’s been in months. They’d even had fun. Driving home, she spots the snowy ridge of the Cascade Mountains in the distance. It’s so beautiful that it fills her with a Nature’s Wonders surge of gratitude. Her iPod plays. It’s an old song she snitched from her mother— British alternative, rising good energy, from the time of shoulder pads and big hair. I’m alive! So alive!
She flinches at the words, but she ignores it. Up ahead, she sees the slowly spinning Dick’s sign. The delicious smell of grilling burgers marches through her heater vents. On a whim, she pulls in. She’s suddenly starving. It’s so alive hunger. It feels good.
She orders, and then slides the money through the bankteller-ish window of Dick’s. She pushes the little lever of the box for a straw, yanks a stack of napkins. She collects her bag and her drink. And then she turns around.
There are two young guys in line behind her. The one in the army jacket is obviously drunk. He half leans on his friend. “Hey, beautiful,” he slurs to Annabelle. “Hey, come here.”
He steps toward her. He reaches for her arm. She feels his fingers through her sleeve.
“Chad, come on, man,” the other guy says.
“She’s beautiful. I want beautiful.”
“Chad, knock it off.”
Annabelle wrenches her arm free. She tries to pass, but can’t pass. The so alive vanishes. She stands there with her bag, paralyzed and small. The friend steers drunken Chad into another line.
“I was going to step in, in a minute,” the man behind them says. He’s as thin as fettuccine and wears a peacoat and a muffler.
He has kind eyes. Annabelle wants to kiss him. Honestly, she’d do more than kiss him. She doesn’t care if he hoards bongs or spends his days in his mother’s basement, learning guitar. She doesn’t care about anything except the offer of safety.
All of it—the hand, the arm, the vulnerability, the urge to kiss the saving man—it crashes like an avalanche. All of the wrongness thunders and falls and threatens to bury her alive. Annabelle wants to be strong, and strong on her own, but she has no idea how. She doesn’t want to imagine that some guy can save her, because she knows that’s a lie. She doesn’t want to feel fear like that, or be paralyzed by it ever again. She wants to rise up, set her gorilla-mean chest right up against the chest of anyone threatening her. She wants to be the kind of woman who says No man will ever and No one messes with me, who banters about the power of her vagina and cutting the dicks off of bullies. Fierce talk. Bold, big, back the fuck off talk.
She’d like to even just believe talk like that, but she can’t. It’s not only because of what happened nine months ago. It’s about the bigger reality here. A reality that words can’t make untrue. She’s five foot three. She’s a hundred and ten pounds. She’s a young woman. History—her own, and the world’s, years and years ago and just yesterday—has told her the truth about the vulnerability of her gender. As a female, her safety, her well-being, and the light she has for the world are still often overlooked and stomped on. That is quite clear.
She is also beautiful, which means it’s what people see first, and sometimes, the only thing they see, and this is power and weakness both, but mostly weakness, at least so far. And while no one has put a hand on her (this is not that story, though of course for many women it is)—she understands something after last year that she wishes she didn’t. She understands that when push comes to shove, literally or otherwise, that she must rely on other people being good and doing the right thing. And this, as she knows—as she knows very, very well—is a terrifying thing to rely on. It’s fine most of the time, but at others, it is a thin thread. The thinnest.
She feels the thinness of that thread when that man’s hand is on her arm, and she realizes there is nowhere for her to go, and nothing she could do, not really, if he decided to harm her. She can’t overpower him. All she has is her voice, and even that can seem as helpful as shouting into a hurricane.
She is back in that place again, that horrible place, and the fun day is gone, and the happy music is gone, and the hunger is gone, and there is only the need to claw herself from the avalanche and get away. And that is how she finds herself here, at Gene Coulon Park in Renton. Her mind whirled and her feet slapped and slapped the pavement and now she is standing in a parking lot, trying to tell her mother what she is suddenly determined to do.
“Annabelle!” Gina nearly screams. “Stop going silent! Tell me what is happening.”
“I’m not coming home. I’m going to run and keep running. I’m going to run until I reach Washington, DC.” Of course, this is crazy and impossible and doomed, even if she’s a longdistance runner and has two marathon medals hanging on the doorknob of her room. It is silly, and dramatic, and naive. Also—idealistic. Of course, she has no concept of the realities here. She has no plan. No team. No training. She will fail, fail, fail. But all she can feel at this moment is how much she personally needs this. She needs this so bad.
Yes, she is that Annabelle Agnelli.
“This is PTSD, Annabelle,” her mother says. “Don’t you remember what Dr. Mann said? This is hyperarousal, recklessness. Have you been having flashbacks? You haven’t been sleeping well, I know. Talk to me. No one just does something like this. People who do . . . they plan, Annabelle. For months. There’s, I don’t know! Lots of stuff involved! No one just takes off. I’m coming to get you. Stop acting crazy.”
Stop acting crazy? Well, it is far, far too late for that.
About the Author:
Deb Caletti is an award-winning author and National Book Award finalist. Her many books for young adults include The Nature of Jade, Stay, The Last Forever, Essential Maps for the Lost, and Honey, Baby Sweetheart, winner of the Washington State Book award, the PNBA Best Book Award, and a finalist for the California Young Reader Medal and the PEN USA Award. Her books for adults include He’s Gone, The Secrets She Keeps, and her most recent release, What’s Become of Her.
Deb grew up in the San Francisco Bay area, and now lives with her family in Seattle.
Here is the full tour schedule. Be sure to check out the previous spots and the remaining tour spots:
3 Winners will receive A HEART IN A BODY IN THE WORLD **US Only**
Today I am one of the two stops on the blog tour for Just the Two of Us by Michelle Scott! I will be sharing an excerpt from the novel.
Starla wasn’t trying to steal her older sister’s boyfriend. In fact, she was fighting him off when Janice caught the two of them alone in the dark. Unfortunately, love-struck Janice didn’t see it that way and tried to end her life. Although she didn’t succeed, her suicide attempt left her brain damaged, and it became Starla’s responsibility to care for her. Four years later, the sisters’ peaceful lives are interrupted when Nick, a handsome, young attorney, moves in upstairs. Seeing that Janice is attracted to him, Starla keeps herself out of the picture. After all, she hurt her sister before, and she’s not about to do it again. Yet as much as Starla tries to ignore her feelings for Nick, she can’t bury them entirely. Especially not when he seems to be choosing her over her sister.
Nick took another bite of his sandwich, considering. “I hadn’t put much thought into decorating. I was too worried about the business.”
“Decorating is part of the business, too,” I said. “It’s all about ambiance and making your clients feel at home. You can project the image of a successful attorney by having an office space that looks the part.”
“I never thought of it that way before,” Nick admitted.
As we left the restaurant, I continued to blather on about colors and fabrics while Nick politely agreed with everything I said. When we got back to my apartment, he parked in the lot and turned off his ignition. “It’s your energy,” he said suddenly. “It surrounds you. You have this amazing way of bringing people into your world.” Nick took me chin in his hand and lifted so that my eyes met his. “You sparkle.”
He kissed me. It was strong and tender all at once. I could have stopped him, but no amount of resisting would have done me any good. Forget my sister. Forget every other man I’d ever been with. This was who I wanted. Urgently, I pressed myself against him, and opened my lips to receive his kiss more fully.
Someone pounded on the car window. I jerked away from Nick only to see Janice’s face peering in at us. Her eyes brimmed with shock and hatred. I scrambled to open the door. “Janice!” I said. She hurried away, but I went after her. “Wait!”
She whirled to face me. Her fingers were curled, her polished nails like talons. “Traitor! You did it again!”
“You can’t bear to see me happy!”
“I was wrong! Janice!”
“This time, you’re going to pay for what you did,” she snarled. She climbed into my mother’s car. A moment later, my mother sped off, but not before Janice cast a final glare in my direction.
About the Author:
Michelle Scott received her MFA from Wayne State University. Her stories have appeared in such places as “Tales of the Unanticipated”, “All Possible Worlds” and “Realms”. Straight to Hell, the first book in her Lilith Straight urban fantasy series, is published by Carina UK, an imprint of Harlequin Romance. Michelle lives in southeast Michigan with her husband and three children.
Maybe it’s because of my Halloween birthday, but I’ve always been attracted to scary stories. On the other hand, I love romances as well. Once I discovered that these two genres existed side-by-side in urban fantasy novels, I was in heaven! Urban fantasy is like chocolate and peanut butter: a perfect, to-die-for combination that I can never get enough of.
I’ve been writing since childhood, but earned my bachelor’s degree in psychology and my master’s in English literature. When I’m not writing, I’m a straight-laced English teacher at a two-year college in Detroit. I’ve been married to Mr. Right for over twenty-five years. I also have three teenaged children: a boy and two girls, all of whom have threatened to never speak to me again if I turn them into characters and put them into my books.
Today I am part of the blog tour for Dog Care at Home by Gina Harding: I interviewed her. There is also an INTERNATIONAL giveaway going on. Be sure to check that out!
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Dog Care at Home gives you the information you need to have a happy and healthy dog no matter what your dog’s current stage in life, in just 10 minutes a day. Over 200 hours of research including interviews with veterinarians and fellow dog owners around the world,
Dog Care at Home is the all-in-one book to have at home, with six veterinarians that have contributed to this ultimate guide, rest assured you are in reliable hands.
Inside you will discover:
– Choosing the right breed
– The basic steps of raising a puppy
– What vaccinations are for and why your dog needs them
– Travelling with your dog
– How to perform CPR on your dog
– Health and hygiene including dental care
– Choosing the right veterinarian
– When it’s time to say goodbye
– And much more!
PawLife’s Dog Care at Home is the answer for all your dog parenting needs in one comprehensive guide that ensures your dog lives a long, healthy and happy life.
JRR (Jessica’s Reading Room): Tell us a little about yourself and your fur-baby Harley.
My name is Gina and my fur baby is Harley. The easiest way to describe myself is that I’m a 32-year-old single girl living in Brisbane with my 5-year-old Toy Poodle x Jack Russell.
I’m a semi-punk girl and have eight tattoos including my childhood cat’s name ‘Becky’. Harley is a mischievous, smart yet crazy dog with an awesome personality all rolled into a 3.8kg bundle of love. Harley is the best thing that has ever happened to me and I’m so grateful that she came into my life.
JRR: Aww! Gotta love the fur-babies! <3 Where did the idea for PawLife come from?
Harley had numerous health issues when she was little, and I struggled to find the one website where I could go and get all the information I needed. So being a creative person, I created PawLife. I wanted to create a community for like-minded people who want their fur-baby to live the best possible life.
JRR: My sister has had dogs with health issues too. When did the idea for Dog Care at Home come to you? Why did you decide to write it?
The PawLife blog took off and people were really enjoying it. I had been open for a year and had a catalogue of blog posts and I thought having a guide in your home that you can refer to quickly and easily when you needed some information would be perfect for all dog owners no matter their dog’s stage in life.
I decided to write Dog Care at Home because I think every single dog parent around the world will find great value in it and it will be a value resource to have at home.
JRR: This sounds like a book every dog owner should have! What is your favorite breed?
My favourite breed of all time is a Rottweiler. Our family dog was a rotty named Khan he was a mixed breed with a Ridgeback and he was beautiful. Loyal, protective, fun. He passed away at the age of 15 if my memory serves.
JRR: How long have you had dogs as pets? My sister and I had two Dalmatian/Labrador mix dogs growing up. You would not have known they were part Dalmatian if you had not seen the momma! They took after the Lab in almost every way.
I have been around animals since I was born. My first family pets were Becky a tabby cat and Tammy a chihuahua and they both passed when they were about 15 years also. I’ve loved animals all my life and I am an equal dog and cat person.
JRR: How did you research for Dog Care at Home?
I researched using veterinary medical books and resources. Also, I have six veterinarians that have contributed to Dog Care at Home so everyone dog owner can be assured they are in good hands. It took just under 12 months to write Dog Care at Home, it has been a lot of work, but I know fellow dog owners will love it and find it very useful.
JRR: Who was the most influential author you read when you were growing up? And who is your favorite author as an adult?
Growing up I read the Goosebumps series by R.L. Stine and The Magic School Bus series by Joanna Cole and Bruce Degen. Today, my number one favourite series is House of Night by P. C. Cast, Kristin Cast. My other favourite authors include Sophie Kinsella – Finding Audrey, Ellen Schreiber – The Coffin Club series and of course yes, I loved the Twilight series.
JRR: I loved R.L. Stine growing up! And I enjoy Sophie Kinsella as well!
If you could have dinner with three people (living or dead) who would they be and why?
- Kim Cattrall; Actress, So, we can talk everything Sex and the City.
- Sammy Robinson; You-tuber, she is absolutely lovely and can give me some much-needed style, beauty and travel advice.
- Tony Robbins; Life coach, I’ve listened and read all of his material and would love to have a few hours to help fine tune my aspirations and life goals.
JRR: Which book have you always meant to get around to reading, but still not read?
Anything by Jane Austen, I’ve always wanted to read her novels but haven’t because to be honest I feel intimidated by them because I feel that I wouldn’t understand them to the full extent.
JRR: What’s the best advice you have ever received?
When I stress out or questioning myself about everything, I always facetime my best friend Nick and he always says to me “Kiikers (my nickname) just (swear word) do it”.
It always makes me laugh. Sometimes you can bring yourself down or question yourself when you are trying to do something new or have an idea. The right people will love you and support you and that’s all that matters.
JRR: Will you write a “Cat Care at Home” or are you strictly a dog person?
I will be sticking with dogs only as that’s my area of expertise and my passion.
JRR: Is there anything else you would like to share?
PawLife is my passion, it’s my life as with Harley, we are a team. My goal in life is to help fellow dog owners and their furbabies live the best possible life.
JRR: Thank you for your time with this interview Gina!
About the Author:
Gina is an enthusiastic dog lover, so much so that she founded her own dog blog business called PawLife, which has been awarded top 10 Australian Dog Blog. This wouldn’t be possible without her best friend Harley, who is a toy poodle mix. They are continually going on new adventures, testing out new squeaky toys.
Gina recently discovered her writing passion and wanted to create the ultimate guidebook that would support, educate and inspire pet parents and yet to be pet parents around the world. Gina and Harley are originally from Australia, where the weather is always beautiful. This is Gina’s first book and looks forward to writing many more to help fellow pet-parents; with her fur-baby Harley by her side.
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