Monday, 12 August 2013

New Adult Week



Hello all and welcome to my day for the HarperFiction's New Adult Week. We are here to celebrate the paperback releases of some amazing books plus the release of new book Rule by Jay Crowner. 

I myself fell in love with The Edge of Never by J.A.Redmerski. You can see my review for it HERE.
Trust me though when I say that no words describe how amazing this book was...truly..truly...no words.

I was lucky enough to be able to interview Jessica for the blog today so please take 5 minutes to read it.

Hi Jessica,

Thank you so much for taking time to answer a few questions for Besotted with Books. 
Shall we jump right in?

1. Did you always want to be an author?
Definitely! I started my first novel at the age of thirteen. I've pretty much been doing it ever since and I can't imagine not writing.

2. How many hours do you put into writing each day?
Writing for me is literally a full-time job. I start early and stop late, so I write 8-10 hours every day and sometimes on the weekends.

3.  When starting a book do you write it in order i.e beginning, middle and end or do you mix it up a bit?
Yes, I always write in order. I get anxiety if I try to write scenes ahead of time, so I jot down tons of notes so I don't forget anything.

4. What does the future hold for you and your writing? Are you working on anything at the moment?
I'm working on two books right now: the second book in my series In the Company of Killers titled REVIVING IZABEL and I'm almost finished with another New Adult/Contemporary Romance standalone novel titled SONG OF THE FIREFLIES. That one is a spin-off based on characters that are introduced in THE EDGE OF ALWAYS. And if anyone is wondering, Camryn and Andrew do make an appearance in that book!

5. When writing do you think of morals or meanings that you hope readers will pick up on?
I have to say that I do. I tend to include elements of depression and mental illness in my stories, though sometimes only subtly. I never try to 'teach lessons' about these things in my books, but I write about them because they are things I personally relate to and it's easy for me.

6.  What part of writing do you find the hardest?
The first several chapters! I'm a very impatient writer. In the first chapters all I can think about is how much I have left to write. As much as I love writing and the entire process, there's no greater feeling in the world to me than a finished manuscript.



7. Where and when do you like to write?
Always in my office-slash-bedroom. I've tried to write in bookstores and cafes like a lot of people do, but anywhere other than my bedroom has just too many distractions.

8.  Do you have anyone that inspires you?
No one in real life inspires me, really. I'm inspired mostly by the fictional characters I create. We have a solid but strange relationship. ;-)

9. I'm currently making my way through your books. Do you have a favourite? Or are they all your babies? haha
Honestly, my favorite book to write was DIRTY EDEN. I call it my red-headed step-child because it's the one book that few have read. 

10. If you could meet any of your characters, who would it be and why?
Probably Andrew Parrish! He's my dream guy. :-) 

11. Camryn and Andrews relationship in The Edge of Never is so beautiful and touching. Is it based on any real life experiances?
Thank you :-) No, their relationship wasn't based on any life experiences, but I sure wish that it was! Well, except for the tragedies and darkness, of course.



12. I have to admit The Edge of Never made me cry. What makes you cry?
A lot makes me cry. I'm an overly emotional person. Movies, books, Sarah McLachlan and the ASPCA commercials! But I tend to cry a lot about happy things, too. I cried recently reading an uplifting internet news story about a man who made a 'life jacket' for his goldfish named 'Einstein' because it had developed a disease that made it unable to swim. 

13. What are some of your favourite books?
NEVERWHERE by Neil Gaiman, THE VAMPIRE ARMAND by Anne Rice, every Harry Potter book - this list could take a few days...

14.  I always like to ask this one - If you could have dinner with anyone dead or alive who would it be? ( You can pick a few choices )
I love questions like this! Michael Fassbender, Michael C Hall, Christopher Lee, Cate Blanchett. Someone dead? Any of the Roman Caesars, well, except maybe Caligula. 

Thank you ever so much for taking some of your precious time to answer my questions.
Thank you for having m e on your blog! I really appreciate the opportunity. :-)



The Edge of Never by J.A.Redmerski

“Heart always wins out over mind. The heart, although reckless and suicidal
and a masochist all on its own, always gets its way.”
Twenty-year-old Camryn has always felt different from everyone else around her – not content to be tied
down by life's conventions, she’s always known that she wants a life less ordinary. But when tragedy forces
her to abandon her plans, she vows never to let her walls down again – and never to fall in love.
But one night in the hottest club in town, her world is turned upside down. Desperate to escape, Camryn
packs up the bare necessities and boards the next Greyhound bus leaving town, to find the true self she
knows is out there. What she finds instead is a young man who is more like her than she knows. Andrew
Parrish needs to find himself too, and is struggling with his own dark secrets…
Zig-zagging across the country together, Camryn finds herself doing things she never imagined, as Andrew
shows her what it’s like to live by your own rules and what it feels like to give in to her deepest, darkest
desires. Before she knows it, he’s become the centre of her world. But as the electric love and lust between
them intensifies, a dark shadow is looming. Will Andrew’s secret push them together – or tear them apart?




New Addition to the New Adult genre

Rule by Jay Crowner

Shaw Landon loved Rule Archer from the moment she laid eyes on him. Rule is
everything a straight-A pre-med student like Shaw shouldn’t want – and the only
person she’s never tried to please. She isn’t afraid of his scary piercings and tattoos
or his wild attitude. Though she knows that Rule is wrong for her, her heart just won’t
listen.
To a rebel like Rule Archer, Shaw Landon is a stuck-up, perfect princess – and his
dead twin brother’s girl. She lives by other people’s rules; he makes his own. He
doesn’t have time for a good girl like Shaw – even if she’s the only one who can see
the person he truly is.
But a short skirt, too many birthday cocktails and spilled secrets lead to a night
neither can forget. Now, Shaw and Rule have to figure out how a girl like her and a
guy like him are supposed to be together without destroying their love…or each other.


Scroll further for a Rule extract!




Wait For You by J Lynn

Travelling thousands of miles from home to start her college career is the only way nineteen-year-old Avery
Morgansten can escape an event that changed her life forever. All she needs to do is keep her head down
and get on with putting the past behind her – and the one thing she certainly doesn’t need is the attention
of campus heart-throb Cameron Hamilton.
Cam is six feet and three inches of swoon-worthy hotness. Avery knows she needs to stay away from him,
but he’s everywhere; dogging her with his charm, his easy banter, and that dimple that's just so… so
lickable. Getting involved with him isn’t an option, but neither is ignoring the simmering tension between
them.
Cam makes it his mission to break through her defences, but when Avery starts receiving threatening emails
and phone calls, she realises it’s only a matter of time before he discovers her secrets. Someone from her
past is refusing to let her go. And when the devastating truth comes out, will Cam stick around to help her,

or will it all be too much for them both to bear?




I am so excited about all of these books, and you should be too!


            
Extract from Rule by Jay Crowner


We ran back to the house to get dolled up for dinner. I put on one of my new outfits, a super tight pencil skirt and a sheer blue top with a black cami underneath. I curled my new hair, put on more makeup than I normally wore, and decided, just for the hell of it, to wear my awesome black boots that looked like something a Harley-Davidson model would wear. They gave my look a certain edge that I was feeling after a day of letting the real Shaw off her perpetual leash.
At the restaurant, Ayden’s slinky red dress, which made her long legs look endless, had our waiter practically drooling into our water every time he stopped by to refill our glasses. She made me try out my new ID by ordering a drink, and it worked like a charm. Before I knew it we were both feeling no pain and having a great time bouncing from club to club in LoDo and hitting the hip dive bars in Capitol Hill. I was surprised that I didn’t even need to show the fake ID at most places—turns out a tight skirt and exposed cleavage work just as well.
I was laughing hysterically at Ayden doing an impression of some guy flailing around on the dance floor. We had drawn a fair amount of attention everywhere we’d gone and had had to pay for very few drinks. At the moment a guy from CU–Boulder was telling me all about his illustrious football career, or rather he was telling my boobs about it since I don’t think he had looked up from the girls once. Ayden was rolling her eyes and trying to avoid some guy in
a banker suit who was offering to do her taxes for free if she gave him her number. It was silly and fun and I didn’t have to work hard at the flirting or being charming. I was well on my way to being wasted, so conversation was out. All I had to do was smile and sit prettily on the bar stool, two things I was apparently getting really good at. Another cosmo, which I definitely didn’t need, had just appeared before me and Mr. Football was leaning even closer to me when some sixth sense, or maybe it was my fight-or-flight response, suddenly kicked into overdrive.
I lifted my head and swivelled around on the stool, practically kneeing the leering football player. I looked around, craning my neck to see what had my skin suddenly feeling too tight, but all I saw was the regular bar crowd mixing and mingling. The football player was trying to get my attention back by running a finger up and down my bare arm; I guess it was supposed to be sexy, but now I was drunk and unnerved and I wanted him to get lost. I was suddenly ready to go, and looked around for Ayden so we could get a cab and get out of there. Before I could find her a warm hand slid under the heavy fall of my hair and settled on the back of my neck. A deep voice growled in my ear, “How in the fuck did you get in here, Casper? And what did you do to your hair?”
The football player’s eyes went huge because, well, Rule was Rule. Gone was the purple hair spiked up in a crazy mess. Now he had it all shaved on the sides and bleached out into a startling white Mohawk that was several inches tall. He had on a tight black shirt with a flaming skull in a Viking helmet on it, showing off both sleeves of tattoos, a pair of black jeans with a hole in the knee, and his heavy black motorcycle boots. He should have looked sloppy and unkempt next to the V-neck-sweater-wearing footballer, but he didn’t. He looked hot and rumpled and clearly not someone to be messed with. The footballer pushed away from the bar in a hurry and vanished into the crowd.
I was drunk, admittedly probably not the best state to try to go toe-to-toe with Rule, but I liked my hair and he wasn’t going to rain on all my birthday vibes, especially since he clearly didn’t even remember what day it was. I shook his grip loose and sucked back the tart drink in one swallow.
“What are you doing here?”
He lifted an eyebrow at me and took up the same spot the football player had vacated, looking down my low-cut top.
“This bar is right around the corner from the shop—Nash and I stop by all the time after work. I just finished with a client. I know they ID at the door, how did you get in?”
I flipped my hair over my shoulder like I had seen endless annoying girls do, only I practically fell off my stool because that last drink was letting me know just how bad an idea it had been to chug it. I grabbed the edge of the bar and Rule reached out a hand to steady me. I felt like it burned where he gripped my upper arm. Definitely should have listened to my flight response a minute ago. I put a hand on my forehead because it was warm and I suddenly felt clammy. “I need to go.” It was too hot, too loud, and if I didn’t get out into some fresh air, like now, I was pretty sure I was going to puke everywhere.
I tried to climb to my feet but the room started to spin around like crazy and I had to grab on to Rule’s biceps just to stay upright. I was so glad I opted for my boots instead of heels—I would have ended up on my face otherwise.
“Who drove?” Rule’s voice was coming from far away and he smelled really good. With a sigh I leaned into him and buried my nose in his throat. He was so tall I had to use my leverage on his arms to reach. “Seriously, Shaw, how did you get here?”
“Ayden and I, we took a cab.”
“Where is she?”
“With a banker. I need to go home.” I felt my boozy legs start to wobble and he locked a heavy arm around my waist to keep me anchored to his chest. It was nice. Not bothering to think about it, I wrapped both my arms up around his neck. He felt as good as I always knew he would.
“Her roommate is running around somewhere; wanna see if you can grab her? I’m gonna walk her to our place.” I wasn’t sure who he was talking to but a familiar voice rumbled an affirmative. The next thing I knew I was being half marched, half carried out the front door of the bar. The cold January air made me snap my head back and Rule moved me from the front of his body to his side, securing me with an arm around my shoulders. I hooked an arm around his lean waist and cuddled into him. I knew logically it was the vodka making me act crazy, but I couldn’t stop it.
“We’re only three blocks from my place. I’ll pour a gallon of coffee down your throat and shove some chips or a frozen burrito in your face and get you a cab. You’re even paler than normal and if you try to get in a car right now you’re gonna puke everywhere. Why are you drunk and dressed all sexified tonight anyway?”
I shivered a little as the wind breezed across my bare legs. I turned my cold nose into his ribs and inhaled. He smelled like the antiseptic from the shop, like cigarettes from Nash, like the hair product in his Mohawk, and underneath it all the warm, earthy smell that was just Rule. In the six years I had known him, I’d never been this close to him for this long. It was enough to send my sex-deprived and alcohol-soaked system into overdrive.
“You think I look sexy?” That seemed like the important part of the conversation. We stopped at a stop sign and he looked down at me with exasperation clear in those pale eyes.
“Shaw, every guy in the bar was circling you like you were bait in the water during shark week. You know you look good, what I think shouldn’t matter. What should matter is why you’re suddenly dressing, looking, and acting like a different person. What’s going on with you?”
I wanted to scowl up at him but that seemed too hard, especially when his T-shirt rode up in the back and my arm was brushing against nice, warm skin. I stumbled off the curb as we made our way down another block and his familiar Victorian apartment building came into sight. He pulled me in tighter to his side and I didn’t even try to hide the soft sigh that fell out of me.
“Everyone thinks I need to act a certain way—you, my parents, your parents, the girls from work, Gabe. Everybody always wants me to be this, do that, walk this line, toe that line and I’m sick of it. Maybe for just once I just want to act how I want and feel how I want to feel without someone judging me and expecting something from me in return.”
He was quiet as we walked up the front steps to the apartment. Maybe he was trying to translate my drunken speech because even I could hear that I was slurring between my chattering teeth. He pushed the door open and twisted the lock. It was warm inside so I shook off my jacket and pushed my shaking hands through my hair. I turned my blurry eyes on him and almost swallowed my tongue. He was leaning back against the door watching me with hooded eyes. He wasn’t throwing sarcastic barbs at me or ignoring me, he was just watching me. I blew out a breath and tasted the tartness of the cranberry juice across my tongue.
I took a few unsteady steps toward him. He was so tall that I had to stand on the very tips of my toes to reach his ear. I put a hand on his shoulder and one on the door beside his head and whispered, “It’s my birthday, Rule.”
I expected him to move away, to gently shove me to the side, but he uncrossed his arms and placed his hands on either side of my waist. Those pale eyes flared for a second and his mouth twisted down, making the hoop on the side of his mouth glint at me. “I’m sorry, Shaw. I had no idea.”
I shrugged it off and moved a step closer to him. “It’s okay—my own family didn’t even remember it.” I pressed so close to him that my chest was flat against his. I could feel that the close proximity was having an effect on him. If I hadn’t had to concentrate on my balance since I was on my toes I might have grinned at that. All I had ever wanted in life was to affect him, to get him to feel something, anything, other than simple tolerance for me.
“I know what you can do for me to make this officially the best birthday ever.” I wanted to sound sure, to sound sexy and sultry, but I’m pretty sure I just sounded horny and drunk. I didn’t care. I was here—the real me—the one who wanted him so desperately and always had. There was no chance at putting her back in her cage now.

I didn’t think—didn’t reason—just used the grip I had on him to pull myself up even taller and plant my mouth solidly over his. The ring in his lip was shockingly cold against my own; the rest of him was undeniably hot and hard. It was everything I had ever wanted, and even though he didn’t kiss me back, I still ranked it up there as the best birthday gift ever. I went to settle back down on my booted feet when something shifted, something changed, and Rule went from a passive recipient to something else entirely.


Sounds amazing doesn't it??



I hope you enjoyed this post. I've really enjoyed taking part. A big thank you to J.A.Redmerski for her interview and to HarperCollins for letting me take part.

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