Guess what? My YA novel, Back Talk, is coming out next week!! What better way to celebrate than have a contest and give away a copy.
As most of you know, I love love love Top 5 lists. So here’s the deal. I’ll give a quick blurb/quote from Back Talk, and I want YOU guys to come up with a Top 5 list about the book. You can include music, food, books, places, fashion designers, movies… Anything!!!!
I’ll choose my favorite Top 5 and send the lucky winner a signed copy of Back Talk. Sound fair? Okay, here’s a clip from the first chapter:
â€œMetallic or electric blue?â€
Gemma sighed painfully, looking over at Danaâ€™s latest monumental wardrobe crisis. “Metallic.â€
Dana narrowed her deep green eyes at Gemma. â€œDo you really like the metallic shirt better or are you just saying that so Iâ€™ll shut up? Because if youâ€”â€
â€œJeez, Dana!â€ Gemma exploded. She flopped down on the bed, pretending to strangle herself.
Poor Gemma. A closet fit was one thing, but helping Dana was like prepping Lindsay Lohan for the Academy Awards. Dana needed Steven Cojocaru, not Gemma Winters. The words â€œfashion adviceâ€ and â€œGemmaâ€ were as mismatched as post-laundry-day socks, but her enthusiasm was charming, in a Forrest Gump sort of way.
â€œDana, the metallic shirt is cute. So was the sexy green sweater you showed me five minutes ago, and the grey-and-white Chloe tunic you tried on ten minutes before that. The only one I didnâ€™t like was that green burlap dress. I know itâ€™s vintage or whatever, but it looked like you found that thing in a Dumpster and it should have stayed there. Sorry.â€
Dana discarded the electric blue camisole by throwing it at Gemmaâ€™s head and hung the metallic blouse over the closet door. Wise choice. Electric blue made Dana look like Smurfette on meth. The silk camisole slid off Gemmaâ€™s shoulder, crumpling in a heap on the hardwood floor. She couldnâ€™t help but wonder if Dana was subconsciously using her as a laundry basketâ€”the fashion elite so often blur the lines between friend and assistant.
Gemma bent down, tossing the shirt into the actual laundry hamper and grabbed the June issue of Cosmo in exchange. Hot-date closet fits are never fun for the dateless friend, and Gemma had had enough. In her sixteen years on earth she could count her entire dating history on one hand, and watching leggy, blonde Dana Cox prepare for yet another night on the town just rubbed it in. Gemma could read every article in every Cosmo and still not get a guy. Skimming the pages, she paused on â€˜How to Have Great Solo Sexâ€™ and sighed.
Put your entries as comments, and make sure you use a valid email address—don’t worry, it won’t show up on the page. Good luck!!!
UPDATE: people seem to be a bit confused by this. Basically, I’m just hoping you’ll read the blurb from my book and write 5 things that the it makes you think of. There’s no “right” answer. I was just hoping it would be kinda fun!!!