Revelations
by T.
Marie Alexander
Publication
date: January 27th 2017
Genres:
Contemporary, Young Adult
BLURB
Have you ever craved something so
badly that all reason was just an excuse getting in your way?
Have you needed something so
desperately that you didn’t care how you got it or who you hurt in the process?
I have—and not that long ago.
Acceptance.
Acceptance… from family and
friends…
Acceptance of the person I am
inside and not outright rejection.
It didn’t come easily for me, and
now I believe the world needs to know just how ruthless life can be. How that
overwhelming yearning for acceptance can mold you into someone you don’t
recognize when you look in the mirror. I’m through hiding behind one façade
after another—it’s time for the world to meet the real me.
~Antoinette Justice
BOOK TRAILER:
EXCERPT:
I turn
the music off, turn to face him, and ask, “What is it?”
“I don’t know watcha talkin’ ’bout,” is all he says. Now, I could
leave it alone and let him talk to me when he wants, but there’s no fun in
that.
“Come on, Brad. Spit it out.”
He doesn’t spit it out, just keeps driving us wherever we’re
going. When we leave town, I give up on talking to him. He’s impossible when he
gets like this. It almost makes me wish I hadn’t started talking to him. Okay,
so that’s a pretty terrible lie. My life got immensely better once I allowed
Brad to take over, but when he gets like this, it is frustrating. I know what
he’s upset about. Just want the thunder to be over so we can get back to the
sunshine and rainbows.
After two hours of driving in silence, we finally make a stop at a
funky looking shop with a day glow sign that reads, “I tell your past, present,
future.” I glance over to Brad, a little worried. He brought me to a freakin’
fortuneteller. I hope he knows they are a bunch of con artists.
“I use ta come here for advice.” He finally says something to me.
It’s not what I want to hear. This is ridiculous. But I don’t tell him that. “I
think ya need some advice ’bout life.”
“Not from a con artist.”
“She’s not a con artist. Madame Mercy is different. She sees into
ya soul. And she doesn’t charge.”
Ha!
Madame Mercy? There’s no way I will ever talk to someone named
Madame Mercy. She sounds like the Wicked Witch of the West. And a fortuneteller
who doesn’t charge has to be up to something. She’s probably worse than the
ones that do. Either way, there is no way I’m stepping foot into this overly
hippied out acid house. I sit back in the seat, which I swear has other life
forms growing on it, and cross my arms. If he wants me to go inside that
whacko’s shop, he’s gonna have to drag me inside, kicking and screaming. I’m
not goin’.
“Take me home,” I demand.
“No, Anna. Ya goin’. I’m tired of watchin’ ya destroy ya life.
You’re better than dat.”
“This isn’t ’bout life. This is about Kaz and everyone else.”
“If by everyone else, you mean Nick.”
My face heats up at the mention of Nick. I shouldn’t be attracted
to a married man. I know the consequences of wanting a married man. Besides the
obvious, he’s a teacher and I’m only fifteen, being attracted to him will only
derail my progress with Kaz. What I don’t understand is why Brad cares so much.
He’s been getting on to me nonstop about older guys. Women are allowed to be
attracted to older guys. Where is it written that is some taboo thing? I know I
can’t do anything, not that I want to. I’m not ready for that. But there is
nothing wrong with being friends. I want friends. I need friends. And they give
me that.
“There’s something ’bout ya that makes a good guy give into
temptation.”
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Author Info
T. Marie Alexander lives in Arkansas. She can be found sitting at
a computer on any given day, usually writing or looking up something to do with
fashion. When she is not doing either of those things, she’s reading on her
Kindle or binge watching Roswell on Netflix time and time again. She shares her
apartment with her husband and some annoying ghost that like to take her
belongings. Her dream of becoming an author started around the age of seven
when she would glue small pages together and write about her favorite thing at
the time, boy band crushes. T. Marie writes Young Adult Science Fiction and
Paranormal Fiction.
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