by: Charisse Moritz
Genre: YA Mature Romance
Release Date: July 29, 2019
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He’s the boy who wants to disappear.
One mistake and seventeen-year-old Shake LeCasse lost everything. Now there’s no going back and no way to move forward. The once-popular Varsity hockey captain is living in the basement of a grandmother he barely knows, ditching school, avoiding friends and working hard on self-destruction.
She’s the girl nobody sees.
Cleo Lee survives however she can. Lie, cheat, steal, whatever it takes, and saving Mr. Popular isn’t part of the plan. Telling him the truth about the night that destroyed his life is downright dangerous. She needs to keep quiet, be smart and let the guy she’s been half in love with since middle school throw away a future she’d do anything to have. Too bad she sucks at playing it safe.
My eyeballs hurt from rolling them:
As we enter a store so pink it steals IQ points, the sales girls all look up at once. Their lips fall open and they actually pant.
Shake squirms and hunches but only manages to look even more delicious. And these salesgirls haven’t eaten more than a grape in the last week. They toss their hair and find reasons to touch his curls, rub against his ass and make a giggle fest of it. I am surprised no one drops to their knees and grabs his zipper in their teeth.
I wish he’d struggle a little harder. Instead, Shake explains how I’m a needy, helpless, pathetic piece of used chewing gum stuck to his shoe. I’m paraphrasing, but the girls all make sexy pouty faces, toss their hair some more and pretend to feel sorry for me, like they care and are dying to outfit me, when they and I both know they’d step on my face for a chance to dry hump him.
My eyeballs hurt from rolling them. When I start to spout off, the girls stuff me into a changing room and take turns standing guard. I catch my reflection in the mirror and wonder why no one has baited me into a trap, tagged my ear and returned me to the wild.
I am forced to try on panties that cost more than I earn in a week, bras that cost more than I earn in a month, sweatpants with dumbass words on the ass, T-shirts with dumbass words on the chest and zip-ups woven out of baby seal whiskers. When the life-sized Barbies threaten me with a bikini smaller than a pair of nickels, I bare my teeth and growl. When I finally escape and tell Shake I don’t want all this, he stands at the register, swipes his card and ignores me.
The sasquatch then bullies me from store to store, and every place we go is the same. Any female between the ages of thirteen and forty creams her panties at the sight of him, and he continues to buy shit I don’t want. Over fifty dollars worth of makeup fits in a bag the size of a … a … I have nothing to compare it to. I didn’t know shopping bags came that small, and I have no idea what to do with an eyelash curler or a lip plumper. Maybe it’s an eyelash plumper and lip curler. But it’s still not enough. We proceed to add jeans, shirts, socks and TWO PAIR OF SHOES, even though I have one pair of feet, to the growing pile.
I turn into a potato. Let me explain. This one time, Rex zapped a potato in the microwave. It hissed and whistled and suddenly burst into a sticky, steaming mess. Sounded like a bomb. We actually thought we were getting raided by SWAT. Rex flushed a perfectly good dime bag, and I crawled into the cupboard under the sink, just in case.
Shake and I are in the shoe store when I drop the shopping bags on the floor and explode.
As we enter a store so pink it steals IQ points, the sales girls all look up at once. Their lips fall open and they actually pant.
Shake squirms and hunches but only manages to look even more delicious. And these salesgirls haven’t eaten more than a grape in the last week. They toss their hair and find reasons to touch his curls, rub against his ass and make a giggle fest of it. I am surprised no one drops to their knees and grabs his zipper in their teeth.
I wish he’d struggle a little harder. Instead, Shake explains how I’m a needy, helpless, pathetic piece of used chewing gum stuck to his shoe. I’m paraphrasing, but the girls all make sexy pouty faces, toss their hair some more and pretend to feel sorry for me, like they care and are dying to outfit me, when they and I both know they’d step on my face for a chance to dry hump him.
My eyeballs hurt from rolling them. When I start to spout off, the girls stuff me into a changing room and take turns standing guard. I catch my reflection in the mirror and wonder why no one has baited me into a trap, tagged my ear and returned me to the wild.
I am forced to try on panties that cost more than I earn in a week, bras that cost more than I earn in a month, sweatpants with dumbass words on the ass, T-shirts with dumbass words on the chest and zip-ups woven out of baby seal whiskers. When the life-sized Barbies threaten me with a bikini smaller than a pair of nickels, I bare my teeth and growl. When I finally escape and tell Shake I don’t want all this, he stands at the register, swipes his card and ignores me.
The sasquatch then bullies me from store to store, and every place we go is the same. Any female between the ages of thirteen and forty creams her panties at the sight of him, and he continues to buy shit I don’t want. Over fifty dollars worth of makeup fits in a bag the size of a … a … I have nothing to compare it to. I didn’t know shopping bags came that small, and I have no idea what to do with an eyelash curler or a lip plumper. Maybe it’s an eyelash plumper and lip curler. But it’s still not enough. We proceed to add jeans, shirts, socks and TWO PAIR OF SHOES, even though I have one pair of feet, to the growing pile.
I turn into a potato. Let me explain. This one time, Rex zapped a potato in the microwave. It hissed and whistled and suddenly burst into a sticky, steaming mess. Sounded like a bomb. We actually thought we were getting raided by SWAT. Rex flushed a perfectly good dime bag, and I crawled into the cupboard under the sink, just in case.
Shake and I are in the shoe store when I drop the shopping bags on the floor and explode.
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The cover is eye catching!
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DeleteThank you for hosting an excerpt from my debut novel, Shakespeare Burning. It's such a treat to hear from and connect with readers. I've actually gotten very mixed reviews on my cover, but I'm absolutely delighted with it.
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DeleteCongrats on this tour and thank for the opportunity to read about another great book out there to read. It helps out so I can find books I know my family will enjoy reading. Thanks as well for the giveaway.
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ReplyDeleteHow did you come up with the title of the book?
ReplyDeleteI played around with quite a few titles, but Shakespeare Burning was the first and it stuck. The lead character's name (Shakespeare LeCasse) came about very early in the plotting process. I wanted something that encompassed more than just the love story but expressed angst of this boy. I also checked and found no other books with the same title, which appealed to me.
ReplyDeleteI loved the excerpt and look forward to reading more.
ReplyDeleteI like the blurb and the excerpt! Will there be more books based off secondary characters?
ReplyDeleteYes! I'm in the final stages of editing my second book which follows a secondary character's sister. I'm so, so, so pleased with the story and anxious to share it. My goal is to publish in May.
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