*SIGH* My nightmare has ended and the boogie man's ass has been kicked well and good. In my humble opinion anyway. And now, I can finally share with all of you my dream that's become reality despite me not having any artistic talent, vision, ability to make decisions, or even the most minimal knowledge of HTML, RGB, or CMYK. I was rescued and I was rescued in a HUGE way by someone I'm blessed to be able to call friend as well as my hero.
And to the bitch responsible (YOU know who you are...), truly, there are no words to express my gratitude for what you've done, so I'll just tell you I love your face like fuckin' crazy and we'll leave it at that. :-*
So, without further ado, I give you the new cover for Shark Bait in addition to the soon to be released 2nd book in the Grab Your Pole series, The Other Fish in the Sea.
I’m sure you’ll agree that it’s totally awesome when your parents truly like your boyfriend.
Especially when you’re about two weeks away from being sixteen years old and your boyfriend is about a month and a half shy of being eighteen.
But, just how are you supposed to react when your father actually asks your almost adult boyfriend—who is hotter than the flames of hell by the way—to move in with you while he and your mom are going to be gone for a week? Oh, and gives his permission for you to have a party or two in their absence?
Really. I’m at a loss…
I’m also getting way ahead of myself. Let’s back up a couple months, because there was what you might call a substantial quantity of drama that occurred before my father made his request of Tristan, the aforementioned hotter than the flames of hell boyfriend, to stay with my little sister and me in January. I like to call the short period of downtime in my life between when Tristan and I signed what is known as our “contract” on Halloween and shortly before Thanksgiving, the eye of the storm. And if you’re unfamiliar with what our contract is, well, we basically committed ourselves to each other exclusively and agreed on some physical boundaries in the form of a Sharpie tattoo.
Oh and in case you’ve forgotten, my name is Camie, I’m a sophomore in high school, I adore the TV show Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and I have this quirk of playing various songs and scenes from movies and TV in my head. Depending on how you look at it, it’s either amusing or annoying. Most of the time I find it kind of cool unless the song sucks. Anyhow, Tristan, my drop-dead gorgeous soul mate, is a junior but should be a senior. However, there was this whole thing with chicken pox, his best friend, Jeff, and repeating third grade. But I digress… I’ll be sixteen on January fifteenth and exactly one month later, Tristan will turn the big One-Eight. Yeah, California State might take issue with it, but we’re good because our parents are cool with the age difference. And that’s an especially big relief because Tristan and I are also proud parents. Yep, that’s right! I’m a mom even though I’m still a virgin. He and I adopted two kittens on our first date and now for all intents and purposes, Phineas and Ferb are our babies. They’re girls but shhh, don’t tell them they have boy names. Tristan is certain that’ll result in an identity crisis of some kind.
My little sister’s name is Jillian…or the spy, or the criminal, or the evil genius. Take your pick. She goes by many names—kind of like God and Satan do. Jilly is turning thirteen on January thirteenth, which happens to be a Friday this year. She couldn’t be more thrilled with that. In fact, I’m pretty sure she wants to celebrate herself with a horror themed birthday party with all the bells (ax murderers) and whistles (zombies). I also wouldn’t be all that surprised if she figures out a way to literally raise the dead just so the party is authentic. It kind of goes back to that genius thing she’s got goin’ on. Point in fact, Jill’s in eighth grade when she should actually be in seventh based on her age. Truth is though, my sister is smart enough to be in freaking college. But again, I digress.
So, back to November…
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