GUYS GUYS GUYS Caitlin Sinead from Nightmare on Query Street 2013 HAS A COVER REVEAL!!!!! I'm so excited for this. (Before this, read her success story.)
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Quinn is looking forward to her
senior year. She has big plans to hang out with her best friend Mandy, flirt
with cute boy-genius Rashid, party at her favorite dive bar, and figure out
what she’s going to do after graduation with her not-so-useful art major
degree. But that is before she meets Luke, a hot townie who moves back
home to help take care of his dying sister. And it is before the weird epidemic
that starts sweeping campus in which people’s eyes mysteriously turn
purple. Is it an odd side effect from a new party drug? Is it a rogue
bacteria that was developed in a campus lab? Whatever it is, tensions are
heating up as the town starts blaming the university, and the student religious
group is convinced that it’s the mark of the devil. Quinn and Luke are
caught in the middle, especially when Quinn learns that Luke isn’t just a
happy-go-lucky, redneck boy-next-door—he is a detective—a fact that triggers
Quinn’s phobia of guns and memories of her deceased uncle. In spite of
herself and her desire to remain unattached and independent, Quinn finds
herself falling for him. But when town and gown relations heat up even
further, and Quinn’s friend Danny mysteriously falls to his death, Quinn vows
to discover the truth behind the epidemic. As she searches for the people
responsible, she realizes that sometimes to gain your independence, you have to
be willing to give a little bit of it up.
Excerpt
“Did you go to
college?”
His jaw is tight.
“Yes.”
“Do you think I
could guess your major?” I ask.
“Probably not,” he
says.
I don’t like that I don’t even get a hint at what he
did before or what he studied. I shrug, start on my second hotdog
and then lean back, really aiming for a glint in my eye, if that’s possible to
control. I’ll make this a game. “Well,
do you think you can guess mine?”
He smiles. “Do I
get something if I guess right?”
I hop up onto a
stool and let the tip of my toe brush against his knee. When I make contact, he
starts, before leaning in. “What do you want?”
“I want a lot of
things…” He stares at me. “But for now, I’d settle for a second date.”
“Okay, if you can
guess my major, on the first try—” I emphasize that bit with a pointed finger,
“—then I’ll reluctantly agree to go out with you again.”
“I don’t like the
reluctant part, but I’ll take what I can get. Now, let’s see…” He rubs his chin
as though he’s an old-timey detective. He’s ready to pace back and forth across
the room with a pipe and a deerstalker hat. “You like photography.”
Shit,
he does know that. I start to hum the Jeopardy!
theme song. Maybe if time is running out he’ll be more likely to guess quickly
and get it wrong? Do I want him to get it wrong
“Okay,
I got it.” He rubs his hands together. “You’re an art major.” His cheeks swell
with the weight of his smile.
“You
got that just because I take pictures?” I rub my forehead
“I
know more than that.
“Someone
told you,” I say. “If this bet was rigged, it doesn’t count."
He
jerks back and shakes his head, frowning. “No, I wouldn’t do that,” he says. “I
noticed you had some pottery on your coffee table, with initials on it, a Q.
B.?"
I
nod. He’s talking about the bowl I made last year. Initials usually go on the bottom,
but I painted them big and proud in the middle. And the bowl is empty. Mandy
and I haven’t decided what to put in it. We narrowed it down to fake fruit
(lame), M&M’S (which we would devour) or Micro Machines. Clearly, we’re
leaning toward Micro Machines.
Luke
takes my hand. I think he’s trying to convey his earnestness, his
respectability and seriousness of not tricking me into a bet. The pads of my
fingers brush against his rough palms and I suppress a sigh. His thumb runs
along my pointer finger, sliding to the fingernail. “You also have paint under
your nails.” His victorious, smug smile is in full bloom.
I
pull my hand away, embarrassed. “Yeah, it’s hard to get all the paint off.”
“I’m
sure,” he says.
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Caitlin Sinead’s debut novel will be published by Carina Press in 2015. Her writing has also appeared (or is forthcoming) in The Alarmist, The Binnacle, Jersey Devil Press, and Northern Virginia Magazine, among other publications. She earned a master’s degree in writing from Johns Hopkins University. She tweets at @CaitlinSineadJ.
HOW AWESOME IS THIS? Congrats, Caitlin!!!! Thank you so much for keeping us in touch with your successes, and good luck with everything!
